Isaac "Purple" Hayes is dead.

Perhaps best known as the leader of the Purple Gang, a group from Detroit, the Purple Gang itself was notorious as a mob of bootleggers, so many of them imprisoned that when Elvis went to prison he found that the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.

Jimi Hendrix, Seattle-born guitarist, was much taken with Hayes, going so far as to write the song that has immortalized them both: "Purple Hayes," the lyrics of which include this famous line of comradely love: "Excuse me while I kiss this guy."

Hayes is reported to have turned purple at the mention of it, hence the nick-name.

So long, Purple, we miss you.

Obama Shaft Interview, with Follow-up.

I can't make up parodic nonsense that competes equally with reality. Found this at American Thinker:

Here's the incredible account of Judith Bonesky's meeting...

It's 16:02 pm and I've been training in the gym of the Ritz Carlton hotel in Berlin. A man in a suit approaches me and says: "Barack Obama is about to come and train ..." Shortly after half past four and he actually arrives! Barack Obama is wearing a grey t-shirt, black tracksuit bottoms - and a great smile!

"Hi, how's it going?" asks Obama in his deep voice. My heart beats. "Very good, and you?" I say. Obama replies: "Very good, thank you!"

[....]

He goes and picks up a pair of 16 kilo weights and starts curling them with his left and right arms, 30 repetitions on each side. Then, amazingly, he picks up the 32 kilo weights! Very slowly he lifts them, first 10 curls with his right, then 10 with his left. He breathes deeply in and out and takes a sip of water from his 0,5 litre Evian bottle.

Shortly before five o'clock Obama comes over and sits directly next to my cross-trainer on the mat. First he does 10 sit-ups, then stretches. Then he looks at his watch and says to his bodyguard: "It's time, let's go." Quickly I ask: "Mr. Obama, could I take a photo?". "Of course!" he answers, before asking my name and coming over to stand next to me.

"My name's Judith" I reply. "I'm Barack Obama, nice to meet you!" he says, and puts his arm across my shoulder. I put my arm around his hip - wow, he didn't even sweat! WHAT A MAN!

(HT: Media Blog at NRO)/ http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2008/07/the_most_incredible_example_of.html

I got on the phone to interview Judith, the girl who talked with The Obama, to find out more. Here's the interview, unedited:

Dag: Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks?

Judith: "OBAMA SHAFT! Ya damn right!"

Dag: Who is the man that would risk his neck for his brother man?

Judith: "OBAMA SHAFT! Can you dig it?"

Dag: Who's the cat that won't cop out when there's danger all about?

Judith: "OBAMA SHAFT! Right On!"

Dag: They say this cat Obama Shaft is a bad mother--

Judith: "SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Stop the smears."

Dag: I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft.

Judith: "THEN WE CAN DIG IT!"

I concluded from this in-depth interview that Obama Shaft is a complicated man and no one understands him but his woman.

OBAMA SHAFT!

Obama Shaft. Shafting the nation in '08.

Let's see. Do I know anyone else who goes to the gym and doesn't sweat while working-out? Oh! By golly-wolly, I just happen to know a person like that after all. Kinsey Milhone For President!



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