A Time for Men To Be Manly

Ari L. NoonanSports

     If there is any validity to reincarnation, I would like to come back as Harvey Mansfield. Until recently, his conservative political credentials were compressed, quietly, inside his ankle-high reputation as a professor of government and political theorist at Harvard.
     This week, he is the Hottest Author in the Land. His new book “Manliness” (Yale), has feminists and their emasculated men pals in a titter.
     For those who appreciate bloodletting in the culture wars, one captivating round played out deliciously on Sunday afternoon on C-Span. When the Elmer Fudd of the feminist movement was mismatched against the cool Prof. Mansfield, the jousting unmasked the lady’s foam-filled agenda.
     She wanted to talk about sex. He insisted on being serious. She stomped her feet. She pushed her right hand through her overgrown hair and smirked.

The Day That Teachers Struck Out

Ari L. NoonanSports

      Don’t you love it when unionists get what they asked for and still slink away in a petulant pout?
      For at least five years, I have been hearing the Teachers Union bleat that the School District doesn’t love them anymore.
      The most frequently repeated jibe is the following:
      Their talents are even less appreciated than those of the CEOs of Dell Computers,  Microsoft and General Electric.
As surely as if they had stood on the balcony of a tall building and emptied their wallets over the side, members of the Teachers Union shot another hole in their credibility last week.

A Wetsider From Away Back

Ari L. NoonanSports

       Fresh from a visit to the second-floor office of the impressive Parks and Rec Director, Bill LaPointe, I stepped outdoors into the crispy cool of a gloriously beautiful Wednesday morning.
       Another unparalleled day in Paradise.
Just as I was immersing myself aesthetically in the lush green poetry of the Vets Park, an old friend called out. Richard Friedman, a giant of a man, professionally and physically, was striding sprightly toward me.
       Not for long. In two lengthy strides covering about thirty feet, he was abreast of me and past.
       A successful musical producer in Hollywood,  Richard’s career is double-parked atop a pinnacle because not much is left standing in his way. Ain’t nothing opaque or subtle about his carefully honed mind, his ambition, his remarkable gift for humor or his wizardry with cleverly coordinating music and performance.