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Wed column ping. btw WGBH radio in Boston is dropping a lot of its nightly jazz programming to add more news and talk, starting in late August. Care to guess how the news/talk
will be slanted?


Heavens to Betsy! What a Crocker!
By Howie Carr | Wednesday, June 20, 2012 | | Columnists

So much of her life story doesn’t stand up under scrutiny, but here is one thing we do know for sure about Elizabeth “Granny” Warren.

She was the 1966 Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow at Northwest Classen High School in Oklahoma City.

That’s right, we’re talking about the Betty Crocker, symbol of Caucasian cuisine. Not Betty Crock, who would seem a more appropriate role model for the fake Indian plagiarist.

After her glorious victory, Granny received a letter from “Betty Crocker” herself. Hers was probably a lot like this one, from a year earlier:

“You have already taken a big step toward a fine success in school and work and a happy life as a real-life homemaker someday — the most important career a woman can

More important than providing the “intellectual foundations” of Occupy Wall Street? More important than ... checking the box as a Native American, which Granny isn’t?

Has there ever been anybody, real or fictional, whiter than Betty Crocker? And yet here is a “woman of color,” as the law schools at both Penn and Harvard proudly described Granny Warren, taking home the ultimate honky prize.

Winning the Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow award was a big deal back then, apparently. As you can see, it made Lieawatha’s yearbook, “Round Table.” To win, you had to pass a written test on “homemaking attitudes and knowledge.”

No recipes, though. If General Mills had required a recipe, I think we know where it wouldn’t have come from -— the kitchen of Elizabeth “Red” Herring, that’s for sure.

When talking about her high school daze, Granny doesn’t dwell on this kind of old-fashioned stuff. (Betty stopped giving out the award in 1977.) She’d prefer to mention her years as a “legendary” high school debater.

According to postings on the Internet, the award propelled you into a statewide competition, and the winner got a $1,500 scholarship. And the 50 statewide winners then competed to become All-American Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow.

Granny didn’t win that. Even then, perhaps she knew that in the circles she wanted to move in, once she checked the box, the word “American” might not have as positive a connotation as it did in the Sooner State.

As the winner, Granny received a heart-shaped pendant. The early ones, anyway, had a raised ranch house and suburban lawn in relief. In other words, a lot more modest than the $1.7-million Cambridge manse she now lives in.

Betty Crocker would be so proud. Or would she?

7 posted on 06/20/2012 12:51:20 PM PDT by raccoonradio
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I think this piece is pretty lame-o. So what if she won a Betty Crocker award? He doesn’t have any evidence that she plagiarized a recipes, no?

Definitely not germane. I think he tryeth to hard to impugn granny Warren every chance he gets, even if it is a lame chance.

8 posted on 06/20/2012 1:01:05 PM PDT by Fractal Trader
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sorry a bit late, been travelin’

Hey hacks, show your old pal Sal some compassion
By Howie Carr | Friday, June 22, 2012 | | Columnists

Hey feds, you’ve won. Now it’s time to let Sal DiMasi come home.

It turns out his wife, Debbie, may have called it 10 months ago in her pre-sentencing letter to the judge.

She said prison “would be a death sentence” for the disgraced ex-speaker.

I know, he’s corrupt and he was a crook, but he’s 66 and he has Stage 4 cancer. His projected release date is Nov. 17, 2018. Judge Wolf gave him eight years, not a death sentence.

It’s a strange day indeed when I’m more willing to give a hack a break than Deval Patrick. The ex-speaker is ruined, cancer-ridden, in prison, and now Deval’s finally ready to play tough with him? Several years and millions of dollars in state contracts too late.

“I don’t have an opinion on that,” our stone-cold governor told the Herald when he was asked whether Sal deserves to be sprung. But would he go to his pal Barack Obama to seek clemency for a fellow Democratic hack?

“Seriously?” Deval asked. “It’s not my place, and I’m not going to do that.”

So much for that compassion Deval’s always yapping about. Too bad Sal’s not an illegal alien.

I say let the poor guy go. Whatever it takes — medical leave, commutation, furlough — allow the “broken man,” as his lawyer describes Sal, to return to Boston.

Believe me, I understand that nobody made Mr. Speaker run an extortion racket out of his office. Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time. I know Sal has no one to blame but himself for being locked up in North Carolina with Bernie Madoff. As a lawyer, Sal represented wiseguys, anyone of whom could have told him the horror stories about federal prisons.

Remember Paulie in “Goodfellas”? His real name was Paul Vario, and he did go to the can, just like in the movie. He had ulcers; one night he was doubled over in pain. The screws took him up to the infirmary to see the physician’s assistant on duty. The assistant tells Paulie, you’ll have to wait until the physician comes back in the morning. Paulie is returned to the cellblock and dies in his cell before dawn.

Somebody on a message board yesterday noted how ironic it is that Sal spent 30 years at the State House greasing the skids for lazy, incompetent hacks, and now a different bunch of hacks couldn’t be bothered to help him when he came down with the Big C.

Remember, Sal’s stiff sentence wasn’t just a makeup call by the G-men, it was a double makeup call. The feds had let his two equally corrupt predecessors in the speaker’s seat skate with no prison time — makeup call one. And they’d sent two corrupt black Boston pols to prison for stealing much less than Sal grabbed — makeup call two.

When he was riding high, Sal and Debbie used to hang out with Mr. and Mrs. Jay Cashman. The Cashmans are still Beautiful People. I read in the paper yesterday how they threw an “over-the-top bash” at their “Back Bay Xanadu” this week. There was even a photo of Jay in sunglasses yukking it up with some actress I’d never heard of.

Life goes on, unless you’re Sal DiMasi, in which case it’s, “Sal Who?”

Let it go, feds. It’s over.
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9 posted on 06/22/2012 7:52:15 PM PDT by raccoonradio
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