I spent today at the Metro Chamber’s annual Perspectives event, and this year’s theme was “Great Minds Don’t Always Think Alike,” so it was no surprise that someone as flagrantly conservative as Rush Limbaugh would be followed up by someone like Colin Quinn.
I’ve long been a Colin Quinn fan, going back to his Remote Control days; however, today cast him in an entirely different light.
While there were a reported 3,100 people at today’s event, like most happenings in Sacramento, lots of people know each other. Anyone who has lived here for any length of time know that the six degrees of separation is practically non-existent in the 916 (and parts of the 530.) So, these 3,100 people are more of a community, rather than a random grouping of strangers — and this made Colin’s comments especially cutting because they were pointed at one of our own.
What could he have said that was so bad?
Prior to Colin’s taking the stage, Chamber President & CEO Matt Mahood made a couple brief comments and concluded by thanking his family for being with him today. He made a special mention to his father, recognizing that it wasn’t easy for his father to be there (health issues?), but he was so glad his father was there and that he loves him. Matt was on the verge of tears, and he’s no cry baby. There were many people in the audience touched by this, and it was particularly heart-wrenching after hearing the previous speaker, Chris Gardner, tell his own life story and his dedication to his children.
One of the first things out of Colin’s mouth, other than complaining that he’d been waiting backstage for too long (even though he came on only 15 minutes later than planned) was ripping into Matt Mahood for thanking his father. “What the &$%^# is today’s event anyway, Matt.. some kind of @#(*$ tribute? What the *#*$*?” We were aghast.
Seriously, other than Turty Squip, who would mock that?
A few sentences later, he mentioned how many prisons we have around here (“What, like nine?” he asked), and that two of our bragging points are that Charles Manson lives six minutes away (he’s in Corcoran, south of Fresno), and Scott Peterson is only 10 minutes away (really, in San Quentin.) He referred to the “San Jose-Sacramento area” in another comment, but by then, I’d tuned out, and I was checking for any updates on the ‘rag on my handheld. People were filing out in droves, so I know I wasn’t the only one unimpressed by this d-list blowhard.
Overall, he seemed disorganized, unprepared, drunk and/or stoned, and had nothing to contribute.