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New York State: On the verge of doing good or something else by Ken Thibado

My oldies are my father’s oldies, just sung by Urge Overkill instead of Neil Diamond. It’s history repeating a history of a history.

And just like they couldn’t scrub Silkwood clean, we stare down Fukushima pondering oil-spill-sized cover-ups. Doomed to repeat? …or, perhaps life has constants; not all of them inspirational.

We can’t sue WalMart nice, and the Supreme Court says we can’t sue them bankrupt either. Were lawyers ever the answer? (Only when they’re on “our” side.)

We fight for Post Offices and Healthcare, then bemoan the size of government. Picking tomorrow’s position is made harder and harder the more we know about today.

So it’s nice when life provides a slam dunk.

A human rights issue can be corrected right now. Ended. A new future; a new start.

The State of New York can legalize gay marriage, which is to say they will stay the Hell out of what constitutes love and union; leaving that task to sources who pride themselves on exclusionary tactics and injustice.

As this is being written on Wednesday, June 22, at 6 p.m. (Eastern-Standard, the only true standard) there isn’t a vote scheduled on the matter yet. The legislative session ends Monday.

Doing the right thing is as easy as finding a good song and making an even better version of it. The words are already there.

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Gang of Lady Forgers tackles Lake Placid Half-Marathon by Ken Thibado

Lake Placid played host to a marathon and half-marathon again this year. To prevent confusion they’ve named the event: The Lake Placid Marathon & Half Marathon.

It’s tough to be a prosy writer about marathon running. It takes a biased mind to look past the sweaty crowded field of runners, often exploding snot and spit from their pained faces.

The sport is not romantic; it’s a test. (I prefer the personal test of golf myself, where at your worst moments you may emerge from the woods with not only your errant shot, but some free golf balls as well.)

I do however recognize the achievement that is finishing a race; having pushed yourself to the point of fumes and the need to collapse.

Several friends of mine made a pact to participate in the 13+ mile Half Marathon event in Placid… again, that’s 13 miles and then just a little more, to stretch the pain out just a wee bit longer. 

This isn’t the story of their battle and it’s not a chronicle of the overall race; this is a recap of their wit while preparing to battle 13 miles of asphalt.

The following was pilfered from Facebook. For those of you unfamiliar with Facebook: Al Gore probably invented it, and as far as we know Anthony Weiner hasn’t embarrassed himself with it… yet.

January 19, Kristin Helmer: Archie and I train Rocky IV style… that is until my iPod dies.

March 22, Karra Detrick: 7 miles. And nobody was chasing me.

March 27, Brita Down: 12 mile training run…CHECK! (*grin*)

March 28, Monique Masters: have spent more time on making a running mix than the actual running……oops

April 6, Kristin Helmer: I will not let the snowflakes win… running with Archie:) 

May 6, Katie Langworthy: next time I think we should all get together, rent a big house and skip the whole running thing 🙂

May 6, Erica Murray: my goal is to beat Brita…yes, I know she is running the marathon…still it’s my goal

May 12, Karra Detrick: 12 miles. Wut up?!

May 12, Erica Murray: to run or not to run…the couch is so comfy

May 15, Katie Langworthy: Ahhhh… To run or not to run???? I think I’ll have a donut and then decide 🙂

May 21, Christine Morgan: Beautiful day in OF, 11+ mile run (thanks Monique Masters and Kristin Helmer for joining!), inhaled a ton of pretzels and a few chicken wings when I got home, now time to make a pitcher of daiquiris and sit in the sun with a book… Just like the pros!

May 24, Kristin Helmer: Woohoo ADK Ladies… way to rock Route 28;)

June 4, Christine Morgan: Finally defeated my nemesis! In your long, steep face Dump Hill!

June 11, Kathy Rivet: Lake Placid or bust!

June 12, Christine Morgan: SO PROUD of my running buddies!! When’s the next one?!

The cast of “Adirondack Runner Girls” is: Karra (Clark) Detrick, Holly Armendola, Elisha Bartlett, Kristin Helmer, Katie Langworthy, Monique Masters, Christine Morgan, Erica Murray, and Kathleen Rivet (White Water Champion).

These girls raised $2,270 for the LiveStrong Foundation and are still accepting donations through the LiveStrong.Org site.

As Karra put it on her status before the race, “In honor of my mother, my brother, and my sister in law (+ countless others) who have battled cancer, I will be running the Lake Placid 1/2 Marathon on Sun. Every donation has been a testament to that fact that I am surrounded by loving, generous people. Thank all of you who have given to this cause. Live STRONG!”

Team Adirondack Runner Girls would also like to mention that Liz Russell, Kristie Lawrence and Kelly Christy filled out the group of Lady Forgers who put the hammer to the Lake Placid event.

The story may not end there:

January 21, Monique Masters: “Boilermaker is a month later…….any takers?!?!?!”

 

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Osama death photos would satisfy my rubber-necking nature, but…

by Ken Thibado International Sports Reporter

Having just hit a momentous blast in the dangerous baseball that is being fought between The United States and Muslim Extremists, Barack Obama isn’t grandstanding.

He’s rounded the bases quickly, doffed his cap a few times to his adoring fans (à la Roger Maris) and returned to the dugout.

He is not, for instance, hooting and hollering as he runs around the bases.

He is not even showing up the pitcher, having just knocked him out of the game and sent him to the showers (at the bottom of the sea).

He is not standing on an aircraft carrier before an unfurled banner declaring “Mission Accomplished” (while wearing the garb of a military he skulked away from as if the silverware were made of stainless steel).

He is not standing at a podium, provided to him by American Citizens, asking terrorists to “Bring it on.”

And he is not releasing photos (yet) of the new and improved Osama bin Laden (now outfitted with two bullet holes).

Everything seems to be in keeping with the respectful trouncing our military has been handing Al Qaeda since 2001. May the ninth inning finally arrive soon…

I will admit that I would seek the morbid sensation in rubber-necking a villain’s assassination by viewing the death photos of Osama bin Laden.

I also understand the reasoning behind not revealing them, and accept that my personal wants do not exceed the safety of other people.

However, I wince at those who demand these photos as proof; as if this is some dog and pony show that dates back to a Hawaiian long-form birth certificate. Making thick-headed demands is an American Right. It is, however, unattractive.

You can tell Ken Thibado how unattractive he is at HalfStache@me.com.

 

 

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Man About River by Ken Thibado

Meaty, beaty, big & bouncy: Locals raft adventure comes in waves

I’d never been whitewater rafting before and the invitation took me completely by surprise.

A.R.O. Adventures was offering a “Locals Day” package to Old Forge. Our last-minute crew consisted of ring-leaders Brita Down & Doug Markel, Brian Morgan, Kathy Rivet and myself.

As luck would have it our A.R.O. guide was John Eddy, also of Old Forge.

The picture of our party of five, snapped on Brita Down’s “Bad Ass Blackberry,” shows us strapped into our wet suits and life jackets.

We appear confident and ready, having just been lectured on the possible perils of rafting and what to do should we be ejected from the boat and sent on our own “mini-adventure.”

This term “mini-adventure” would be referenced regularly throughout the trip by our guide, John Eddy.

John would remind us each time we entered a new set of large rapids, where the possibility of winding up in the savage stew became a distinct reality.

Intrepid Architect Brian Morgan and myself shared the front of the raft, becoming the hood ornament of our craft as we slammed our way down a small stretch of The Indian River and into The Hudson.

The five of us laughed and screamed at the huge waves that would erupt in front of us.

Craters opened beneath the raft, and we would plunge down into them, all while our guide hollered instructions.

Spring is “big water” season, and the weather provided us with huge rapids.

Our raft rumbled through Class III rapids and was up-ended in a particularly frothy stretch of Class V whitewater about two thirds of the way through the 17 mile trip.

Happily, no one was seriously injured and we all washed up on the same side of the river.

Our guide and I had managed to haul in our upturned raft and anchor it, and ourselves, by the side of a large boulder in shallow water.

The search for our party was brief—three of us had washed up just beyond the raft.

A quick and nervous search for missing restaurateur Kathy Rivet found her wide-eyed and smiling safely behind us in a small pool.

With our innocence lost, we continued our excursion.

We joked our way through the lingering effects of having been whirled through a mini-adventure.

And then, for good measure, we dabbled with what our guide called a “meaty hole” in the last of the whitewater we would see that day.

Having been assured that we had experienced some of the meanest water in the Adiron-dacks, the rafting company rewarded us with a barbecued meal.

Safe and dry, we swapped rafting stories with other Old Forge area locals, relating our particular tale of visiting the bottom side of the Hudson.

Now bonded by white water, we drove back to Old Forge, making plans to return and challenge the rapids again as representatives of the area next Spring.

You can rapidly write to Ken Thibado at HalfStache@me.com

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A Poem by Ken Thibado

“News” “Poetry”

Speed is not accuracy.

If it bleeds; it leads…

stab at the story crazy

and watch the frenzy it feeds.

 

Why check a fact,

when you can cash a check?

Here’s a word from our sponsor,

we’ll be right back.

 

Lies dipped in rancid honey.

Served up by salivators.

Dripping corporate money.

Were those boots alligators?

 

Near news networks;

never near the news.

Quota filling wonks,

who hire only jerks.

 

Corporate greed, government fraud

disguised in dimwits,

while idiots applaud.

 

It the American Dream!

(Only achieved during sleep.)

Now here’s a money making scheme!

(You lazy sheep.)

 

Protected by none

and projected by many.

Fear for your gun,

while you earn your penny.

 

“We The People”

need to wake up.

Nobody’s threatening your steeple,

So shut the Hell up.

 

To form your opinions

simply gather your thoughts.

Avoid the news minions,

and use the brain you’ve got.

 

There is no conclusion,

it’s an ongoing battle.

If you suffer from confusion,

at least you aren’t cattle.

Ken Thibado is not a poet, and you can tell him so at HalfStache@me.com

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Kenneth Cole 101 by Ken Thibado: Entrepreneur 

Mark Twain once expounded; “A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.”

Last week, Kenneth Cole demonstrated Twain’s point.  The designer of everything from shoes to jewelry (Interestingly, I dabble in jewelry design myself.) decided to attempt a witty tweet for the purposes of self promotion, and failed.

“Millions are in an uproar in Cairo.  Rumor is they heard our new spring collection is now available online…”, twet the twit on Tweeter, I mean Twitter.

By the apologies that have been issued from Kenneth Cole one can ascertain that the fog of self-importance that clouded the famous designer’s mind has cleared.  Visible now is the line Cole crossed by comparing a violent uprising of an oppressed people to a personal delusion of importance.  (I should also note that I too have an online presence: www.KenThibado.com.)

At risk in Egypt are more than just lives and democracy.  Historical antiquities by which Egypt readily identifies itself are also in a state of jeopardy.  (Speaking of antiquities; each of my silver heart pendants are made with antique bronze key guards, hand cut to be oriented precisely within each symbolic frame.  Sometimes identifiable is the keyhole itself, however, to promote a sense of mystery, I tend position this as an off-center negative space.)

The beauty of these moments should not be ignored.  Due to the obvious insensitivity on behalf of the designer, a scolding is warranted, and I believe has been justly carried out against Cole.  Now, we the public (and fellow designers) can giggle guilt free at his spectacular Palin-like gaff. Kenneth Cole’s misstep will fade from our memories, as we continue to eye the situation in Egypt with hopeful anticipation.  Even the events in Egypt will slip from our minds as we shovel our way through another mid-February.  (Don’t forget that the fourteenth of this month is Valentine’s Day; and what says “I love you” more than a hand-forged silver heart?)

Keeping tabs with world events not only informs you, it can keep you grounded.  Kenneth Cole learned a lesson he could learn in no other way about the limits of self promotion.  Trying to be clever is not always an intelligible business move.  (This reminds me, my line of silver and antique bronze hearts is named Intelligibly Flirtatious.  They are currently available at 3040 Gallery in the heart of Old Forge.)

Ken Thibado’s hypocrisy knows no bounds, and you can tell him so at HalfStache@me.com.

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Ken Thibado- A Response

Sarah Palin didn’t murder anyone.  And Saint Sarah never broke a single law, or even had a single moment where she wished to bend the law so she could eliminate a human being.  She’s not an accomplice.  …and, as we all know, she’s no mastermind.

I don’t believe, even as she doodled targets on her enemies like a high-schooler, that she wished harm on them.  The only ill-will Saint Sarah lobs in the direction of anyone is stress.

Sarah doesn’t like Democrats (a wide ranging group who’s goodwill, guilt, and constant harping make them mildly annoying and lackluster at best, and at worst; Pinko-windbags).  If a Democrat runs for office; Sarah will be there to defeat them!  (So far she has a losing record, but I’m on a roll here…)  If a Democrat holds an office; Sarah will slow their progress!  If a Democrat takes a misstep; Sarah will misspeak!  Because above all Sarah wants you to know she doesn’t like Democrats, and neither should you!

Sarah’s bile laced cheese-maze diatribes are what she’s best known for.  Some might remember a time when she was a governor, but she Spitzered that gig long ago.  The failed VP candidate, turned failed governor, turned Fox News Analyst, turned reality TV show star is a fame machine.  Even though the realm of her own expertise is often a mystery to her, Sarah Palin is a famous voice within politics.  Even now.

A lunatic took life away from the living in Arizona.  His intended prey was a political figure.  A government figure.  A Democrat.  The fallout around his target wasn’t on his mind, and his sights fell randomly across their paths.

The rotting and deformed brain of Jared Lee Loughner is to blame.  His synapses fire electric pulses of evil.  His own lack of morality gave root to his disastrous existence.  He was driven by his own arrogance to disregard what is sacred.  He pulled the trigger.  He is a murderer.  He is a vile pig, barely human.

The American Ideology is Freedom.  As a result, We The People, hope for fruitful Pursuits of Happiness unencumbered by forces that would otherwise crush our individuality.  We are free to excel, or to stumble.  Our path is our own.  And that’s it.

We are answerable for our actions.  Freedom does not mean “free from responsibility”.  We are responsible not as a people.  As a people we are free, but individually we are responsible.  Unfortunately, responsibility cannot be deemed, it is a learned trait.

The rhetoric of our country is being held captive by irresponsible people.

Was it responsible to encourage the Kenyan-Birth Certificate Theory?  Is it responsible to continue supporting it?  Was “palling around with terrorists” a responsible statement?  Is “Drill Baby, Drill” a responsible slogan?  Can “Repeal The Job-Killing Health Care Act” actually be a responsible title for legislation?  Is wasting time on a meaningless piece of legislation responsible?  Is not granting 9/11 emergency responders much needed health services responsible?  Is drawing targets on people responsible?  Is claiming President Obama a Nazi responsible?  Is constantly misreporting the news an act of being responsible?  Are our gun control laws responsible?

Our Freedoms are under attack; by ignorance; by defiance; and by the continuing erosion of responsibility.

To speak of it in lofty terms is to be vague about how ugly these traits are.  So let me draw you a perfect picture of defiant and ignorant irresponsibility: Jared Lee Loughner.

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