Underwear Dawg and the Musical of Life

While the idea of a little dog in tights trying to save the day is admittedly laughable, so is much of life.

There's many a morning I wake up, and I'd swear I'm living in a movie. Now, I feel like I've crossed from being an actor blocking through a scene, to a twinkle-toes dancer waltzing through a musical. My dreams are filled with random thoughts and images... the Little Tramp, Springtime for Hitler in Germany, High Fidelity, Fidel, baseball, and the soon-to-hit platinum Base Band.

Here we are, in this ridiculous dream of life, feeling like little dogs in tights. We're fighting a silly battle against a petty-dictator-wannabee, the silly fanboys don't have a clue and he think he's a huge success just like Hitler in Springtime. They tap their toes while he spins like a whirling dervish, and makes about as much sense as the Little Tramp doing his german impersonations.. "das ist sauerkrauten und wursterbratenschnitzel gubenheimer frankenwienerfurtersheisse!" And all the little fanboys go "ziggywiggy heil!"

Ay Fidel! I'm going to miss you. Not because I want Cuba to keep having '57 Chevys, or because you were the only leader in the Western world that never gave a damn about his ZZ Top beard. Nor for any of those communist (or capitalist) ideals. But because aside from being a great ball player, you were a rare example of a man. No one could point the finger at you and say "he's all rotten".  You knew how to mix leadership (sometimes cruel, yes), with genuinely winning the love of the people through acts of goodwill. How much better would this world be if we only had the high literacy, medical care, or low infant-mortality of Cuba? That offer to send your doctors to help out during the hurricane Katrina disaster... effin brilliant, by the way! Too bad old Dubya had to be a putz and say no.

So take a cue you petty dic*tators (emphasis on the first three letters of that word, the fourth letter was left off for politeness). It takes a real man to wear the pantalones ... or pants for you non-Spanish speakers. Perhaps if you learn to play ball like Fidel, you'll see that greatness requires teamwork, not just yelling out orders. Because it's not the Armani suit and the slick hair that will make you look good. A leader can be a leader, even in old army fatigues. It's what's inside the pantalones, and the heart, that counts!