Tag: Steve Reeves

‘That Ain’t Hillary’ (2017)

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Honk if you believe that’s Hillary. [Deep and total silence ensues]

Imagine being so profoundly dishonest that you put a picture of someone else on your book jacket, saying she’s you and hoping someone, anyone, believes you.

That Ain’t Hillary

This was the author photo for her new book, You Dirty Deplorables, Wait’ll I Get You! Yes, she was trying to convince the world that her loss to Donald Trump was “The Russians.” Or something. And she puts some younger woman’s picture on her book jacket and makes believe it’s hers.

Well, all right–as long as we’re lying, here’s the picture that’s going to go on the cover of my next book.

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If Hillary ever told the truth on purpose, she’d burst into flame.

My Favorite Movie Line

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Before I go dumpster-diving into any nooze today, I’d like to share with you a movie line that’s probably my all-time favorite–even more than “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.” This is from Hercules (1958), starring the incomparable Steve Reeves.

Welcomed back aboard ship by his friends, Hercules discovers that an enchantress has beguiled him for 20 days and made him late for a very important mission. And Hercules exclaims:

“I’ve been tricked by the gods!”

No one ever said it better.

I Self-Identify as… Hercules?

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I’m wondering if this is the picture I should have posted as me. After all, this is the great age of “identifying” as something you’re not. I mean, people looking at the real photo that I posted yesterday, and saying I sort of look like Obst–well, gee whiz, Obst would look at me and call me “sonny”!

Of course, if I’m trying to get people to think of me as a Steve Reeves look-alike, I’ll have to avoid TV appearances and celebrity dinners. I’ve successfully done that, so far.

Steve Reeves, by the way, was a great guy. Years ago, Patty mailed him her copy of his book on power-walking, asking for an autograph. He not only signed it for her, but threw in a casual photo out of his own collection–not a publicity shot, but a personal photo. He didn’t have to do that, and it was much appreciated.

Once for her birthday I sent a photo of Hall of Fame shortstop Ozzie Smith, one of her favorite players, to Ozzie, care of the St. Louis Cardinals, asking him to autograph it. I allowed several months for that, but he signed the picture and sent it back in just a few days. Ozzie, you, too, are a good guy!