If the dowager believed Smokey Robinson was already deceased, she figured out, within that dense fallibility, that she confused him with the late Otis, whose voice had a fuller timber, reasonably preserved by analogue technology, but as Teddy Pendergrass discovered when I met him and did not acknowledge that I recognized him, with intrepid determination not to display subservient awe to a crippled black, I am dismissive of Motown and the crossover appeal of the blues. My bone to pick from my throat is with Patrick Stewart. I debated soiling my reverence for that erstwhile Anglo Saxon virility in a string of tweets, but the vicarious nature of twitter recognition begins to thin. In tech time twitter is old news, easily disparaged; in my time, these automated networks are still new, viewed with suspicion and unease. I cling to Linked In out of vanity, hoping the business network might still matriculate me up. I see twitter's utility for what it is, but recognize its detriments, and personally feel that history will wind up indicting Harvard for Facebook's global takeover, even if these systems operate on the same principle, they annihilate our evolved social dynamics, so I will dislodge the bone from a distance.
It doesn't take a great leap to realize Hollywood has been beneficial to Stewart, more so than the Royal Shakespeare company. Television science fiction, structured on the Buck Rogers model but infused with new century humanism, turned a competent professional into a major star, without particularly extraordinary gifts, not in comparison to Anthony Hopkins, for instance, but he is still a Briton, and despite the fact that Trump is not what any reasonably educated American expected, including me, Stewart is still a foreign citizen on our soil, cashing in chips with a mature cable monologue, and closing out X Men.
Had the worst sleep of my life last night. But I was sleeping less than 300 yds from where Donald Trump sleeps. Could there be a connection?— Patrick Stewart (@SirPatStew) February 10, 2017
The above may not be the most scathing political criticism, but as an American, I rather resent it. I never punted on Blair, or Cameron, nor have I criticized May's handling of Brexit.
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