Bono’s Bill Clinton Impersonation Has to Be Seen to Be Believed (VIDEO)

donderdag 26 september 2013

AppId is over the quota
AppId is over the quota
by Adriana Velez 3 hours ago

Apparently this was the highlight of this week's Clinton Global Initiative conference: Bono did a spot-on imitation of former President Bill Clinton. Without even removing his sunglasses, Bono dropped his brogue and pulled out a raspy Southern drawl that sounded exactly like the silver fox. Naturally, he told the story of the first time the two men met each other. It's not just the accent and the crackly voice, he gets Bill's folksy phrasing and hand gestures. I swear, if you were only listening and not watching, you would think it was Bill. Nailed it, Bono! There's just one thing he missed ...

Bono forgot the classic Clinton lower lip bite. No Bill Clinton impersonation is complete without that pause, self-deprecating/congratulatory grin, and lip bite. He does that just so you can swoon over his sincerity. It's a courtesy Clinton extends to his fans. Maybe Bono doesn't have the out-sized ego to pull that one off.

Anyway, yes, Bill, you are really easy to make fun of. In fact, I can do a pretty good imitation myself (lip bite). Let's see if we can get a quick video here from the CafeMom Studios team of me doing a Clinton impersonation ... Oh, no, they're telling me they're too busy making videos people actually want to see. Okay, never mind then.

Let's watch this instead: Bill Clinton imitating Bono.

He tries, but Bill is so deeply himself, he can't quite pull it off. Nice touch with the sunglasses, though. I've actually been in the same room as Bill Clinton, and he does have a huge, magnetic presence. No wonder the guy became president. Like him or not, he's an original.

What do you think of Bono's Bill Clinton impersonation?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Adriana Velez

is a staff writer who dabbles in food, parenting, news, entertainment, molecular biology, and anything else that that pops into her head. She lives with her elementary school-aged son in Brooklyn, land of urban farms and artisan everything.  

More
?

reacties | | Read More...

Toddler Shot and Killed by Bullet Believed to Be Meant for His Dad

dinsdag 3 september 2013

AppId is over the quota
AppId is over the quota
by Adriana Velez 3 hours ago

A gang-related shooting claimed an unbearably young victim. A 16-month-old toddler was killed by a bullet meant for his father, investigators believe. Anthony Hennis was pushing his son, Antiq, in a stroller when a gunman took four shots at him with a .45-caliber handgun. One of the bullets cruelly entered Antiq's skull and ended his life. Other bullet holes were found in the stroller. Hennis ran from the scene screaming that his baby had been shot.

Police say Hennis will not cooperate with trying to find his son's killer, though. "Mr. Hennis has not been cooperative with us,” says Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly. “He has not answered questions. We’re still trying to, obviously, determine his contacts -- and he has an extensive arrest record, so we are looking into his relationships.” Why won't Hennis help the police find his son's killer? Is it just because of his arrest record?

Witnesses say the shooting was gang-related over a dispute between the father and the shooter's brother. Given just those details, it would be easy to assume that the father has something incriminating to hide. Hennis is an ex-convict with a record of 23 arrests, mostly for drug-related charges. But I think it's too simplistic to assume that's the only, or main, reason why he's not cooperating. I think it's also likely that he's grown up distrusting the police in general. He may not feel safe opening up to the police, even for this.

It's not like Hennis doesn't care about his baby's death or finding the killer. Family members say he's devastated by the murder. His grandmother says, "He can't live without that baby. He's always with him. That baby is his life." 

At any rate, the police have leads, and people in the community claim they know exactly who the killer is and are working to help the police apprehend him. It's horrible to think someone could be cold-hearted and careless enough to shoot at a man within such close proximity to a helpless baby.

Why do you think Hennis is refusing to cooperate with the police to find his child's murderer?

Image via Josh Hallett/Flickr

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Adriana Velez

is a staff writer who dabbles in food, parenting, news, entertainment, molecular biology, and anything else that that pops into her head. She lives with her elementary school-aged son in Brooklyn, land of urban farms and artisan everything.  

More
?

reacties | | Read More...

An Open Letter to My Brother Who Never Believed I Could Run a Mile

zaterdag 3 augustus 2013

AppId is over the quota
AppId is over the quota
by Emily Abbate 18 hours ago

To my brother,

We haven't spoken in a while. Since we've never been the closest of siblings, it doesn't surprise me. I miss you. It's weird when people ask how you're doing and I haven't the slightest idea. I've been thinking of you a lot lately, for one reason in particular. I don't know if you know, but I'm training for a marathon. A full marathon, 26.2 miles. Who am I kidding? You know how far it is.

To some, it's no big deal. I want to tell you because I remember the countless days growing up when you used to tell me to "go run a mile." You know, that comeback you'd always sling at your younger, overweight sister when she did something to get under your skin?

In retrospect, it was a solid insult. I couldn't run a mile to save my life back then. You knew that. I remember the distinct high-pitched tone in Mom's voice when she'd reprimand you for saying that to me. Every. Single. Time.

This morning I ran 15 of them. Fifteen miles. That's why I'm checking in, to say thank you.

Thank you for inspiring me to become a better person. After ending up at the same college as you and spending a year there together, you made me realize that as I got older, I needed to take better care of myself. Taking better care of myself involved actually lugging myself to that dingy overcrowded gym, turning down French fries at the dining hall in exchange for some low-cal soup of the day, and skipping that occasional kegger at your fraternity house. (I heard it got condemned, by the way. Something about termites.) It's OK. You had no clue when you were ragging on me for being "lame" and "staying in" that I was just trying to get on track with my health. To me back then, it was sorta funny.

You want the truth? Every single time I run, I think about that phrase "go run a mile." I think about how damn far I've come since a much pudgier me accidentally bit you at age 5 because you stole the Nintendo controller from me and you retaliated with "get your fat butt away from me!" (Didn't think I remembered that, did you?) I think about the first time I ever did run a full mile next to you on a treadmill at our local gym, and how you had and still have absolutely NO CLUE how much that moment meant to me. And still does.

I want to cry after every long run. It's not your fault. It really isn't. I'm just so thankful, that's all. I'm thankful that I can run. I'm thankful that I'm 70 pounds less. I'm thankful that I have such supportive family and friends to join me in this new journey.

I guess this letter is my own way of letting you know that you really are a huge part of why I started this journey in the first place. Please come in October. Be at the finish line. I know Dad can be embarrassing with that big sign and his bazillion Facebook race updates, but if you could even remotely make me feel like you were actually proud of me for once, I'd be forever grateful.

I guess, though, I already am. Thanks, bro. For that first mile, and for every mile since.

All my love,
Em

P.S. I know the homecoming game is that same afternoon. If you promise to carry me or push me in the old Radio Flyer in Dad's basement, I'll buy the first round.

?

reacties | | Read More...