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As Haik pointed out in a recent blog entry, Rich Tarrant had a twenty-year old letter up his sleeve that he tried to read at a debate. I happened to be watching the VFW debate on the Internet, and I noticed that there was something else on Tarrant's sleeve.
I know that Republicans usually wear their religion on their sleeves, so, at first, I thought that he had an inspirational spiritual message. I took a screen-shot, which is attached, but it is pretty hard to see exactly what it says on his left cuff. After very close analysis of the entire debate, I was able to determine that Rich Tarrant has his initials, RET, monogrammed on his shirt.
When a tailor makes a custom-fitted shirt, they will frequently put your initials on the cuff. That shirt probably costs at least $200. I wonder how many Vermont farmers have tailored shirts with monograms. Somebody could make a really nice ad out of this information. It would say:
Monogrammed Custom-Tailored Shirt: $200 Tarrant's Campaign for Senate: $7 million Bernie wins the election: Priceless
...There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Rich Tarragant...er...Tarrant.
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Bernie hit every pitch out of the park. Stephanie Gorin bitch-slapped Tarrant and made him put his lame ass trick back up his sleeve, as it were, when he tried to read a 20 year old letter from some GE employees who had a beef with Bernie when he was mayor. Can you say desperate?
Top Three Richard Tarrant Quotes from the debate:
Number Three:"When I started IDX I didn't know from week to week if I was going to lose my job."
That's because his job was with IBM and he was building his own company on their time. (See Monday morning's Parking Garage post.) IBM should sue Richard Tarrant.
Number Two:"I will be ineffective." Obviously he was trying to say the opposite and his tongue wasn't cooperating. I'll give him a break here. It was toward the end of the debate and he was probably weary from the non-stop ass-kicking he'd been taking.
And the Number One Richard Tarrant Quote from the Debate (Drum Roll...)
"Mr. Sanders is correct."
Ta-daaaa! Yay! You're goddamned right about that one, you Cow-Pie!
Guest Blogger: Deep Throat! In case it might be interesting to you, here is an article from Deep Throat concerning the way IDX was actually founded:
Inside Story about how IDX was Founded
We've all seen the television ads that describe Rich Tarrant's rags to riches story. But, what really happened? Did Rich Tarrant use Hollywood to embellish his story? Here is what Rich told me about the way IDX was founded.
Rich Tarrant and Bob Hoehl both worked at IBM. When they decided to start their own company, they did it secretly, while continuing to work at IBM. Their company was called Burlington Data Processing (BDP) and, initially, did payroll processing. While IBM thought that Rich Tarrant was working for them as a salesman, he actually was trying to make get business for his own company, BDP. Similarly, Rich's partner, Bob Hoehl, was working on starting BDP while employed at IBM. Unfortunately, Bob Hoehl made a mistake when he ordered his BDP business cards. The cards were delivered to his office at IBM! When IBM realized what was happening, Bob Hoehl was fired.
Rich and Amy Tarrant had dinner with Bob and Cynthia Hoehl to launch their new venture. Amy Tarrant offered the following toast:
"Life is a bitch, But we don't care, Because we're going to be rich!"
Naturally, this story is not told in Tarrant's ads. Rich never gives credit to the role of his first wife, Amy Tarrant. But there is a reason why Amy is the one who made that toast. It was Amy's family money and real-estate connections that helped to launch Rich Tarrant.
I wasn't there at the time, and I can’t tell you what definitely happened. I can only tell you what Rich told me. In general, Tarrant enjoys talking and enjoys putting people down. I heard Tarrant tell people this story multiple times, laughing at the way Bob Hoehl got fired and laughing at Amy’s toast. -D.T.
OK this blogger device we use called "...er.." where somebody will say something like..."This chocolate milk is chocolaty and...er...milky" is totally played. All bloggers go to it and it's time to...er...stop.
The problem is it works so perfectly in some cases where a writer wishes to reenact a thoughtful pause at the crossroads of honesty and verbiage. Of course, like all writing it is a reenactment of reality, not the reality itself. I believe including such a pause, as projected by "...er...," is on some level necessarily disingenuous. You don't have to grope for words out loud in first-person prose. You grope for the words, then you write them. You're not really thinking of the word in real time as "...er..." would imply to the reader. You've had plenty of time to proofread since then and you could have taken that out. That's why I find "...er..." somewhat grating, no matter how seemingly apropos it may be in a given phrase.
So what should we do? You want to go back to "...uh..." with all the same problems? You want to just skip to the word and toss out "...er...?" You want to keep using "...er...?" What?
Ivan Jacobs left a comment on last Sunday's post entitled "WCAX Sunday Night Senate Debate." The comment was rather lengthy, so I decided to exercise the right to edit-for-brevity, as outlined in BurlingtonPol's Disclaimer, a link to which was posted on this blog at the time the comment was made.
I thought I did a skillful job paring down superfluous wording, while keeping the original intent and meaning of the comment intact. Quite honestly, I thought there was a good chance the author himself wouldn't even notice the very minor and benign changes.
I guess I over-estimated how inconspicuous the changes were. Today on that same post, that same commenter left these remarks:
WHOA! You edited my comment. That's so weak. I even used my real name. Return my comment or delete it altogether.
All I can say to young Mr. Jacobs is:
You sir are very astute. Not only that, you're not afraid to speak your mind, make demands of the media and hold it accountable- all with your real name.
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This show is the first one to really talk about this election in depth. The whole one-hour live broadcast from 7:00pm to 8:00pm on Monday October 16 was amazing.
Stop saying it is and get to work. You in particular, Freyne. Stop "calling" races. Don't count your chickens before they hatch. It makes you look stupid. That goes for all of you.
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It was a good fight. Tarrant helped himself quite a bit, but Bernie did what he had to do. Note, both men oppose tying federal highway money to a drinking age of 21.
Again I got nuthin’. The blog has just seemed less important to me lately. All I got now is ennui and melancholia. Everyone dies and virtually all are forgotten. A million Tibetans here, A million Armenians there. What’s difference?
I have to be honest with you. I’ve been afraid to fly since the summer of 1997 when I watched the horror of the crash of Korea 007 in Guam while in a state of delirium, brought on by a severe ear infection in Austin temperatures for several days. The news had shots of the wreckage burning at night. I told myself I’d never fly again and bought the lie for nine years, until last week when I flew to New York.
Now I just feel strangely numb. There happened to be an interview with the same soldier who raped and murdered that fourteen year old Iraqi girl, written before the crime occurred. In it he told the reporter that he had come to Iraq because he wanted to kill people. Pure and simple. He said before coming to Iraq, he had built killing someone up as some big thing in his mind. He said the now that he had been to Iraq and killed people, he considered it no big deal. I think I feel the same way about flying. However with flying, this feeling is healthy and positive. With killing, it certainly is not.
So whatever. Things are getting tougher, what with Koko’s onset of "the terrible twos" and the Poopsie preggers, and all. Remember "My Favorite Year?" Try "My Favorite Trimester." I mean I’m sorry but blogging is lame and stupid. Do me a favor and "Get a life will you people?!" William Shatner is not impressed. I’m sick of this shit and I don’t have anything to say right now.
But still about one hundred of you people come check BP every day (ok, seventy five without the worldwide hits from people looking for pictures of Mr. T.) So this is the update. I hope you’re happy. You people are weird. From studying my site meter statistics, I know there’s a small but insane mix of people who read this blog regularly, so I feel some responsibility to update it.
I wish I could be more like Brian Brown. Look at iburlington. The same ‘need audio video of Douglas press’ has been top story forever. And still I keep my link up and I always will. Assuming there hasn’t been a tragedy, iB must give so little of a shit. Please believe me when I tell you that's my goal. Brian Brown’s the originator.
Now leave me alone until I write something else. Bah!
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