KC Confidential

It’s been a slo week…

Snow’s kept the Darwinians inside, but for your consideration, I offer the following  from the all the news that’s not.

2014 #SochiProblems

If you want some great reading, add #SochiProblems to your Twitter feed; apparently Russia needs Mitt Romney to come and fix the glitches:

• My hotel doesn’t have a lobby yet but at least they got the room decor spot on (picture of Putin on night stand)
• Hearing about #SochiProblems leads me to believe that this will be the FIRST HUNGER GAMES! or at least Thirst Games – dangerous face water? (sink full of yellow water pictured) Continue reading →

High School cheerleaders, anyone?

Starting Tuesday, resident KC Confidential contributor dude and the Theater League main man Mark Edelman is presenting Bring It On: The Musical at the Kauffman Center for the Performing Arts.

And believe it or not, your well-coiffed Scribe will be there back stage and out front, reviewing it on opening night. Set aside any predetermined notions you may have; this is a show you simply must go see. Especially, if like me, you have a daughter who’s deep into the dance, theatre and the performance world. Plus it’s a great date night and that’s what I’m making it. Continue reading →

Grandma VaLue stockpiled aluminum tins…

If it came from the store in aluminum tins, it was washed, saved and packed away. She had a pantry dedicated to every type, size and style you could imagine. Whenever I asked her why she did that, she had a standard, unwavering response; “You never went through the depression, did you, Paul?”

Stockpiling takes all forms, but the one that leaves me scratching my head most each year is the run on bread and milk when the local weather wizards predict our impending doom. Like when they started doing it again yesterday.

I made the obligatory grocery run on the way home from the office after picking up my step daughter and there it was again; near empty bread racks. A few jugs of whole milk were available, with more one percent “blue milk” sitting there, like lonely orphans no one wanted until there was no other choice. One-percent milk is the dairy metaphor of being picked last for kickball when you were in grade school.

There has to be some history that brought us to this point as a species. Continue reading →

The Sasha Menu Courey saga was a story worth telling…

And my intent was to boil hundreds of pages of information and documents I’d gathered over weeks and present them with the facts, in a chronological order.

Let me preface my conclusion today with the disclaimer that if this indeed occurred as reported, Courey didn’t “have it coming” and at no point am I accusing her of crying wolf.

Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan once said, “Everyone is entitled to his own opinion, but not his own facts.”

Being an opinion columnist, my conclusion is my opinion, which likely is not a popular one.

False rape reports hit the news with a splash, but in reality, only about 2% of all rape accusations reported to police turn out to be false. That’s no higher than the false reporting of any other violent crime. Continue reading →

Philip Seymour Hoffman was late Sunday to pick up the three kids he had by his longtime girlfriend…

Hoffman never showed because he was found dead by two friends later that day in his Greenwich Village apartment, a heroin needle dangling from his arm. With 63 movie credits – six as producer, one as director and one for soundtrack – the guy kicked some serious creative butt in his 46 short years on the 3^rd rock from the sun.

“Field of Dreams” is a baseball movie that’s not really about baseball. It’s actually a Phillip Seymour Hoffman story that isn’t really about Hoffman.

It simply asks the question, why? Continue reading →