Sweet cuddly Lou Dobbs: “With our society’s government into apathy, ennui, malaise, we’ve become a European socialistic economy. Without honesty in the White House, many Americans are scared to death.”
About his new book “Upheaval,” published by Simon & Schuster, which took a year to write: “It’s a thinking person’s guide to getting beyond vitriol and noise. We must rejuice our two-party system. We don’t need a third party — yet. If we did, we could name it ‘Successful.’ Democrats leading this country stultifies ambition.
“My prescription is for the GOP to win again. Stop resistance to common sense and working men and women and the middle class. Stop serving corporate interest. Consumer interest. They need to examine themselves. The foundation of this country is the middle class. Our founders intended ambition and talent.
“Obama’s a lost soul. He either has no vision or he’s kept it to himself. He’s a redistributionist. Doesn’t understand how the economy works. Can’t put people back to work. He looks for victims in every level of society. And doesn’t understand compromise.
“And he talks markets down. He insists upon dependency.
So, Lou, you live in New Jersey. Any opinion about your governor?
“He’s lost touch. It’s a winning round to the Democrats who are circling him. They’re sinking teeth into his ankles. If it’s true he didn’t know, there’s one to two years of defending himself.”
And if not true? “Better he should read my book.”
Food for their souls
Samuel Jackson ’s comfort food: “I make greens, candied yams, fried fish, fried shrimp. I’m Southern. If you can fry it, I can eat it.” . . . Matt LeBlanc : “Chips Ahoy! cookies, a whole bag, and milk just before I go to bed.” . . . Coolio: “Good fall-off-the-bone short ribs.” . . . Penny Marshall : “I’m a poster child for bad behavior. I smoke. Don’t exercise. And eat New York pizza any day of the week.”
Word on street
Letting you know Sothys Spa on West 57th is where Misses Universe and USA go for facials . . . Estelle Parsons opens April on B’way in “Velocity of Autumn.” Via her Vegas bookie, Estelle, 86, bet the Broncos. “I made a lot on the Patriots-Giants game.”
Dinkins getting more attention
Former Mayor David Dinkins grabbing celebrations for his new book “A Mayor’s Life.” American Express’ Ken Chenault giving him tonight’s cocktail party. This week was A Coalition of Black Women. Next week, a coalition of white men. More events in his honor than when he was officially Your Honor.
Ladies’ reinvention
Out in April, Marlo Thomas’ “It Ain’t Over . . . Till It’s Over: “Reinventing Your Life — and Realizing Your Dreams — Anytime, at Any Age.” Tales of ordinary women who reinvented themselves . . . David Bowie: “I capture ephemeral doubt and underlying anxiety. My albums could’ve sold after 9/11, and people would think it’s comments on the tragedy.”
Here, first…
Notice: Kindly please excuse me, but did I not tell you that in Jersey Gov. Chunky’s Kublai Khan omnipotence no staffer could go to the toilet without first raising a hand for permission?
Not my thing
Apology: Enough with football. One subzero day I nearly froze my tickets off at a football game. Never again. But . . . don’t hate me . . . I’m not a bad person. Just glad SuperScrum’s over and Broadway’s back to its normal crowded, noisy, cluttered, dirty carjam.
This is true. A known restaurant. A lady attorney viewed it herself. Ponytailed blond female server. Collects her station’s orders at the open kitchen. Puts a spoon into the chili bowl before delivering to her customer. After a few spoonfuls, removes the utensil and hands it to the kitchen staffer to replenish the amount she ate. She then brings it to the table.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.