Mike Milo’s Journal

Here’s an interesting story… read on.

It seems to get worse daily. This is by a daughter of a murdered couple in Raytown who had a Bible and Bookstore on 63rd street. Just one more example: When I had to testify at the murder trial of my parents a week ago, I was asked to raise my right hand. The bailiff started out
“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” I stood there and waited but she said nothing. She said “Do you?” I was so stunned I blurted out “What happened to “so help me God’?” She came back with “Do you?”
I replied yes, but I was perplexed. Then the judge said …………….. “You can say that if you want to.” I stopped, raised my right hand, and finished with “So help me God!”

I told my son and daughter that when it came time for them to testify, they should do the same. It’s no wonder we have so many problems in this country. If I’d had my wits about me I’d have told them that taking God out of the courtroom is only going to result in more criminals and murderers like him being in there! I don’t know what can be done about it, but it’s time we stepped up and did something. NBC this morning had a poll on this question.

They had the highest number of responses that they have ever had for one of their polls, and the percentage was the same as this: 86% to keep the words, 14% against. That is a pretty ‘commanding’ public response. I was asked to send this on if I agreed or delete if I didn’t. Now it is your turn.. It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Why is the world catering to this 14%? Read more about God and the great debate about keeping Him in our lives here.

In God We Trust

For many years Ben Stein wrote a biweekly column called “Monday Night At Morton’s.” (Morton’s is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time. <edit> Apparently, this is NOT Ben Stein’s last column but ya know? It SHOULD be. Someone should say this shit.
Ben Stein’s Last Column…
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As I begin to write this, I “slug” it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is “eonlineFINAL,” and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.
It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world’s change hav e overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton’s, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton’s is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today’s world , if by a “star” we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.
A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.
A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guardin g a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.
We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton’s is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament…the pol icemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.
Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin…or Martin Mull or Fred Willard–or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.
But I could be a devoted father to my so n, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister’s help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.
Fa ith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.
By Ben Stein

Question: If you could live forever, would you and Why? Answer: “I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever,” –Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest. “““““““““““““““““

“Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can’t help but cry. I mean I’d love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff.” –Mariah Carey ““““““

“Smoking kills. If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life,” –Brooke Shields, during an interview to become Spokesperson for federal anti-smoking campaign. ““““““““““““““““““““““““`

“I’ve never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body,” –Winston Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward. ““““““““““““““““““““““`

“Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country,” –Mayor Marion Barry, Washington, DC. ““““““““““““““`

“I’m not going to have some reporters pawing through our papers. We are the president.” –Hillary Clinton commenting on the release of subpoenaed documents. ““““““““““““““““““““““““““

“That lowdown scoundrel deserves to be kicked to death by a jackass, and I’m just the one to do it,” –A congressional candidate in Texas. ““““““““““““““

“Half this game is ninety percent mental.” –Philadelphia Phillies manager, Danny Ozark “““““““““““““““““

“It isn’t pollution that’s harming the environment. It’s the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.” –Al Gore, Vice President “““““““““`

“I love California. I practically grew up in Phoenix.” –Dan Quayle “““““

“We’ve got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?” –Lee Iacocca “““““`

“The word “genius” isn’t applicable in football. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.” – –Joe Theisman, NFL football quarterback & sports analyst. ““““““““““““““““““““““

“We don’t necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people.” –Colonel Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor. ““““““““““““““““`

“If we don’t succeed, we run the risk of failure.” –Bill Clinton, President “““““““““

“We are ready for an unforeseen event that may or may not occur.” –Al Gore, VP ““““““““

“Traditionally, most of Australia’s imports come from overseas.” –Keppel Enderbery ““““““““

“Your food stamps will be stopped effective March 1992 because we received notice that you passed away. May God bless you. You may reapply if there is a change in your circumstances.” –Department of Social Services, Greenville, South Carolina ““““““““““““““““““““““

“If somebody has a bad heart, they can plug this jack in at night as they go to bed and it will monitor their heart throughout the night. And the next morning, when they wake up dead, there’ll be a record.” –Mark S. Fowler, FCC Chairman

As many of you who read this blog may know my friend Jason and I are working on a short film to enter into festivals called Clubbed the Death starring a lil’ fella named Poltergoose; a standup comedian ghost trying to make dead people bust a gut.
There are quite a few incidentals in this film and one of them is a waitress. While she’s only on screen for a few short seconds, having never modeled a female character before, I decided to go all out with her anyway. Below is thge result. I’m pretty happy with her. My wife says her boobs look wierd, but I ask you have you ever seen the creature from the pink lagoon’s boobies? I didn’t think so.
She also thinks her arms and legs are a bit flat, most likely the product of starting to model with a box. It’s hard to get that cylindrical feel. At least for me at this stage of my modeling career it is.
I’ll get better. You can see a few more pics of the waitress at the Poltergoose blog as well as a ghost lady that Jason is working on too.
I am going to put down the mouse for a while and focus on stroyboarding this film next so we really can have a direction to go in. Stay tuned!

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli and cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

Then using God’s great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry’s and Krispy Kreme Donuts. And Satan said, “You want chocolate with that?” And Man said “Yea,” and woman said, “And another one with sprinkles.” And they gained 10 pounds.
And God created the healthful yogurt that woman might keep the figure that man found so fair.
And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat, and sugar from the cane, and combined them. And woman went from size 6 to size 14.

So God said, “Try my fresh green salad.”
And Satan presented Thousand-Island Dressing and garlic toast on the side. And man and woman unfastened their belts following the repast.
God then said, “I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them.”

And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter.
And man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.
God then brought running shoes so that his children might lose those extra pounds.

And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And man and woman laughed and cried before the flickering light and gained pounds.
Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition.
And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And man gained pounds.

God then gave lean beef so that man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite.
And Satan created McDonald’s and its 99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, “You want fries with that?” And man replied, “Yea! And super size ‘em.” And man went into cardiac arrest.
God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.

Then Satan created HMOs

Check it out!
Here are the finished pages for the Bunny Brothers comic, with lettering, borders and finished art! Be sure to look for a copy of the latest issue of “Hot Mexican Love” early next year after publication. Hopefully copies of it won’t be as impossible to find as the previous issues which have all but disappeared from existence.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas! This year the Milowerx blog has grown exponentially and we get hits now from all over the world, especially the US (of course) , Canada, Brazil and Russia. I thank all of you who read this blog and as always feel free to post a note or a comment to say hello or tell me me my views are stupid! 2006 promises to be a great year for us as we are currenlty under way with a number of independent projects including a comic book with Zaptoons.com which I am very excited about! Stay tuned for more…
Feliz Navidad!

This is the finished art from the first Bunny Brothers comic Mike and I did for Hot Mexican Love #2, quite a few years ago. As was our usual practice, Mike penciled, I wrote and inked it. I’ll start working on the final version of the latest comic as soon as I pick up Mike’s penciled pages.