Archive for May 2011
Security Precautions … 15 Months Out
This violence is a big deal 15 months before the region hosts the 2012 Democrat National Convention. Really?
Note this isn’t sarcasm. I don’t see the big deal.
Now if the area is shithole, that’s another matter. However, I’m sure the security is going to be so tight I don’t think gangbangers will be that big a concern. I don’t see a drive-by happening to the Muslim Wookie Fucker.
One person was fatally shot and another wounded early Sunday after several hours of trouble in uptown Charlotte that ended with police trying to break up crowds and making 70 arrests.
The shootings took place shortly after 1 a.m. across 3rd Street from the Hilton hotel, two hours after Food Lion Speed Street had closed. Antwan Terrell Smith, 22, was shot in the head and died at the scene. Durante Kavon James, also 22, was shot in the leg and taken to Carolinas Medical Center, where he was in stable condition late Sunday.
The gunfire followed reports of unrest – which police say could be gang-related – centered largely around the Charlotte Transit Center between 4th and Trade streets. The charges were one of the city’s largest mass arrests in memory.
The trouble comes 15 months before Charlotte hosts the 2012 Democratic National Convention – which likely will ensure close scrutiny of what happened.
The core of DNC events will take place at Time Warner Cable Arena and the Charlotte Convention Center. They are blocks from the shooting scene and the Charlotte Transit Center, where police were sent early Sunday to disperse large groups, according to Charlotte Mecklenburg police spokesman Officer Robert Fey.
Bird’s The Word
The ACLU argues that giving the middle finger to a police officer is “protected speech.”
A harassment charge has been dropped in the case of a 35-year-old Colorado man who faced prosecution for displaying his middle finger to a Colorado State Patrol trooper.
The State Patrol said in a statement late Friday that it asked that the case be dropped.
The American Civil Liberties Union had argued that while the gesture may be have been rude, it amounted to protected free speech.
According to the ACLU, Shane Boor was driving to work in April when he saw a trooper pull over a car. As Boor passed by, he extended his middle finger in the trooper’s direction.
Boor was later stopped and received a criminal summons ordering him to appear in court to answer a criminal charge of harassment, which carries a possible six-month jail term.
The next time I see one of their representatives on TV, I’ll be sure to remind them of this.
I’ve heard about these type of stories before. I remember a similar case taking place in this region a year or three ago. How about not telling an officer of the law to fuck off because you are a dumb ass?
Really nothing much else to say other than my usual piss-on-the-ACLU rhetoric.
Don’t Take This Food To The Bank — Take It To The kkk Manor
And here’s why I don’t bother with donating to people-related causes.
A relative of my sister-in-law gets items from a food bank. Now I’m unfamiliar with a food bank’s protocol when it comes to giving away grub, but apparently this place gives people pre-packaged item bundles.
After this relative of my sister-in-law gets her care package, she then proceeds to give just about all of it away to people around her. How do I know this? Because the relative of my sister-in-law gets a bunch of this stuff, who then passes it along to some other relatives, who then pass it along to my sister-in-law, who then pass it along to my in-laws, who then pass it along to Mrs. kkk.
Yes, we have food bank items in our fruit cellar.
Now why don’t we turn these items in back to the food bank? Too lazy. Hey, if it’s the food bank’s policy to do this ass-backwards giving, then I’m not going to encourage this protocol. Besides, I’ll just end up with the food again in a few weeks.
Any big surprise that I primarily donate to animal shelters?
Manchester U Gets The Boot
So yesterday I watched the UEFA title game yesterday between Barcelona and Manchester United.
I don’t know much about soccer, but I know an ass-kicking when I see one.
Because I watched mostly English Premier League soccer this season, I was much more familiar with Manchester United than Barcelona. To see England’s best team get beat 3-1 told me all I needed to know about the talent on Spain’s top club, not to mention the 70-30 ball possession differential.
This was my first season of watching European soccer, and I enjoyed it. One thing I REALLY liked was that the games took place Saturday/Sunday mornings, which was perfect filler for when American sports such as football and basketball started.
I’ll surely be watching more soccer in the future.
The Mail Must Go Through … A Bowel Movement
“A spokesperson did not say which route the mail carrier has been assigned to cover.” I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough once people start mowing their lawns and notice any unusual … deliveries.
A mail carrier who was caught using a yard as his personal toilet will not be fired.
The incident happened last month at a home in southeast Portland and a neighbor, Don Derfler, captured the man in the act with his camera.
Derfler had been waiting for his babysitter when he saw his mailman acting odd at his neighbor’s house across the street. The postal worker then pulled down his pants and that’s when Derfler began snapping pictures.
“We trust people like the postal service and meter readers and people of that nature,” Derfler told us when we interviewed him in April. “To come on to our property and to defecate – it’s just wrong.”
The incident was an embarrassment to the post office and the worker was immediately placed on unpaid leave. Now, a decision has been made to keep the worker but he will be transferred to a different route.
A spokesperson said the administrative action was taken based on a postal service investigation but he did not elaborate. He also did not say which route the mail carrier has been assigned to cover.
You know, with the unemployment number as high as it is, can’t the fine people at the post office be able to find someone to replace this mailman that won’t … oh I don’t know … not TAKE A SHIT on somebody’s property? Is that too much to ask?
kkk’s Rule Of Life #68
Abraham Lincoln said, “Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?” Lincoln was also a fan of inflicting cruel and unusual punishment techniques upon his foes.
Shoe Shopping
Shoe shopping with a chick. What, like I’m going to be saying anything positive about this?
You know, it’s not the actual shopping for work shoes that makes me want to kill. It’s being asked my opinion on certain items when all parties involved know full well what the answer is going to be that results in this scowl.
Mrs. kkk knows I don’t like open-toed shoes, yet she continues to ask if if I like this pair or that pair. I guess I should be glad she finally got around to actually getting some shoes; after nearly ONE MONTH of looking.
At least she doesn’t collect purses or other chick stuff.
By the way, I have several different pairs of sneakers — high tops for the winter and jeans, lower tops for the summer and shorts. Then there is my cross-trainer/running shoes I use when exercising. Not only do I have a pair of each of these currently in rotation, but I also have at least one pair of each in the closet ready to go once these shoes decide to call it a career. And if you didn’t know by now, I got all of these on the last two Black Friday sales at Kohl’s. Yeah, I’m a picky one.
There are also my black and brown shoes I wear with my Docker outfits and my ultra swank dress shoes. No clue when these are going to get replaced.
Life On The Roadster
I’m one of the biggest girly men out there, and even I wouldn’t be caught dead riding one of those tricycle motor bike things that have recently been pimped on TV ads.
Riding re-invented. My God. Those things make me look gangsta in comparison.
You know what else “reinvented riding”?
Does Whatever A Spider Trash Can
So this was the scene outside my office earlier today.
Yeah.
Imagine If Ed Was A Tea Party Supporter
I don’t really care about this story.
Ed Schultz gave a 4-minute long apology for calling fellow radio talk show host Laura Ingraham a “right-wing slut” during his program. Schultz says he is indefinitely suspended from his show for the time being.
I just wanted to post it so I could say, “Because Ed’s show is on MSNBC, it’s not like anyone heard him say it.”
What A Difference Three Years Makes
Are you better off on this 24 May 2008 than you were on the previous 24 May 2008?
The Muslim Wookie Fucker stopped to sign the guest book during a tour of Westminster Abbey in London. He wrote “It is a great privilege to commemorate our common heritage, and common sacrifice.”
Below his signature, the Kenyan Koffee Fetcher wrote “24 May 2008.”
If he makes such errors when signing a guest book, I’m sure that birth certificate is 100-percent accurate.
kkk’s Rule Of Life #67
For being a fly in the ointment, you’d think one’s skin would be softer.
Leaving A Big “O” In My Life Without Winfrey?
What will be my life like without Oprah?
The same as it was before.
If you’re one of the zillions who is tearful over the thought of life without “The Oprah Winfrey Show,” now you have a scientific excuse for your sadness. (You get a scientific excuse! And you get a scientific excuse! And — OK, that’s enough.)
A recent study showed that when a favorite TV show goes off the air — even temporarily — its absence can leave the show’s most fanatical viewers feeling lonelier. In ‘Oprah’s’ case, we’re thinking the rather emotive women featured on the blog Faces of the Last Season of Oprah will be among those having the hardest time dealing with the loss of the show, which ends its 25th and final season on Wednesday.
If you’re blue over losing Oprah — or the characters from shows-gone-by like “Lost” or “Arrested Development” — that feeling can be explained by a term coined in the 1950s by a pair of psychiatrists: You’ve developed a “parasocial,” or one-sided, relationship with the people that live inside your TV (or inside your computer screen, if Hulu is more your thing).
“We develop these relationships with certain characters — and it doesn’t have to be a fictional character; it could be a TV personality, like Oprah,” says Emily Moyer-Guse, an assistant professor of communications at Ohio State University. She’s the lead author of the new study, which was published in the journal Mass Communication and Society.
This actually got me the thinking if there were any television shows that made me feel this way. Hmmm.
I may get that feeling whenever “South Park” goes off the air, although I have a feeling that show will be suddenly cancelled due to pissing off Muslims or some other group. But in regards to shows which have already ended … I’m not exactly committed to television shows — drama, comedy and everything in-between.
I guess I would have to say “The Shield,” but I really stopped watching this program weekly during the middle part of the series — I think Season 5 was when I decided to stop. However, when the series finale was announced, I did watch the program just so I could get closure. And I would be fibbing if I said some of the character outcomes didn’t affect me.
Let’s see … meh, that’s about all I can think of at this time.
Oh, there was “Oz,” but the series finale was so stupid that it didn’t affect me at all. And I guess I have to mention “Charmed” because the better half has all the seasons on DVD. I guess it was nice to see everything wind down the way it did, but that series was screwed with its last season and introducing the “Billie” character. By that time I could hear Mrs. kkk swear at the teleivison while I was elsewhere in the house.
Maybe I need to watch more television.
Full-Time Assistant Fail
So I’ve had this part-time co-worker working on my project for two years. For lack of better term, I call her the assistant. She’s supposed to do what I tell her — at least in theory.
Well now the assistant is looking to get more hours at work, which means she is working with other projects headed up by other co-workers. I knew this was going to be a disaster right from the get-go, and damn sometimes I wish I wasn’t so spot-on in my predictions.
While I appear to be quite the asshole in life, I consider myself to be a rather laid-back fellow. There’s a reason the assistant works part-time, and I don’t really care when she comes and goes. I really don’t care about what she does regarding her job so long as it gets done. Whenever I want something done a specific way, I let her know. Otherwise, I don’t give a rat’s ass — so long as my boss is happy. Truthfully, I couldn’t do this job without her and I never have a problem answering any questions she may have about whatever.
Now my co-workers, on the other hand…
These people have been doing things a certain way for decades, and there’s no changing this. When I learned the assistant was going to work with these ladies, I knew this was a match between the Immovable Object vs. the Irresistible Force. And the funny thing is, from what I heard, most of the friction is taking place over the stupidest shit. I actually worked with these co-workers on a few things in the past, and I knew firsthand that the assistant wouldn’t be a good fit. Hell, I wasn’t a good fit. That’s why I don’t deal with these people unless the boss tells me to. There’s a time to do things your way and there’s a time to shut up and do what you’re told. Sadly, the assistant is unable to do the latter. On one hand, her … unique way of doing things is a plus. On the other hand, it could be a catastrophe if you are working with people set in their ways.
When I spoke with the boss today, she told me that the assistant’s fate rests in my hands. In other words, I was the only thing keeping her employed with us. Wow.
The power.
It’s like my real-life ban-hammer.
Even I decided to get rid of her, God only knows what will show up at the front door come interview day. Besides, I’d have no clue when trying to figure out the assistant’s system to doing shit. And frankly, I wouldn’t care enough to try and decipher everything.
kkk’s Rule Of Life #66
Imagine how much more honey would cost if worker bees ever decided to unionize.
Isn’t This What The Network News Is For?
And I just renewed my domain name. Uh-oh…
The White House has named Jesse Lee to a new position within its communications department titled Director of Progressive Media & Online Response. According to The Huffington Post, Lee will essentially be responsible for building up the Kenyan Koffee Fetcher’s online presence as he prepares for his reelection bid, and squashing any negative stories:
The post is a new one for this White House. Rapid response has usually been outsourced to the Democratic National Committee (DNC), if not done on an ad-hoc basis by administration officials. And it signals that the White House will be adopting a more aggressive defense of the president and his policies as his re-election campaign gears up.
Browser Ablaze
So I just downloaded the latest version of Firefox.
Come on, guys. This looks like shit.
My urge to switch to another browser is getting stronger and strong by the minute.
World’s End — Whatcha Talking About, Willis?
Forget today’s Rapture that’s supposed to destroy the world. You want fear? Peep the Madden Curse.
Look who EA has to now get to grace its cover.
Yeah, I know Peyton Hillis won this honor through a fan-voting tournament, but why let little things like the facts get in the way of my joke?
Star/Sucker Search
I swear to Allah I want to set up one of these “talent searches” and then sterilize every parent that shows up thinking their kid will star in the upcoming Twilight Red Dawn film.
Disney is reacting following a KDKA Investigation into a talent scouting event for kids.
It was called “The Event.” More than 1,000 people attended at The Wyndham Hotel in downtown Pittsburgh last weekend.
Disney was mentioned five times in the promotion of the event on local radio stations last week.
Now, Disney says, “We do not have an affiliation with that organization.” Disney also says they have lawyers looking into the matter.
One local talent recruiter says professional agencies operate in a different manner.
Deb Docherty, who runs a talent agency, in Pittsburgh says, “We’re licensed in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. We work hard at what we do. We work on commissions only. We don’t make any money until we get the talent money.”
KDKA Investigator Marty Griffin brought his children to “The Event” last weekend. Hundreds of people who made appointments also attended.
Many of the parents were called back the next day and told participation in “The Event” could cost thousands of dollars.
One man was asked to pay nearly $2,000. A Pittsburgh woman was told the program would cost nearly $8,000.
“I say put it in the bank. That’s what you should do with your money – not spend it on modeling classes or scams,” said Docherty.
Organizers of the event say everything is above board. Organizers say they don’t promise anyone anything. Organizers also say they have no affiliation with Disney.
Still, people like Allison Kennedy, who brought her 9-year-old daughter to the event left disappointed.
“She’s our child that does it all,” she said. “When we got up there and I started reading it and realized that it’s more where you’re going to pay to go into competition, it’s not what we were looking for.”
“The Event” organizers say it’s a family-friendly competition for the performing arts held at various Walt Disney World Resorts. “The Event” organizers say they are not an agency, casting company or management firm.
Meantime, several KDKA-TV viewers say they will be filing complaints with the Pennsylvania Attorney General’s Office.
I’ll give a pass to a parent if s/he went to this event knowing full well it was a scam, but if you are an adult and you were genuinely upset with finding out your kid wasn’t going to be whisked away to some movie set, then you shouldn’t be allowed to reproduce. Hell, you shouldn’t be allowed to vote.
For weeks leading up to this event I heard the radio ads promoting this “one-in-a-lifetime” opportunity. Anyone who thought this was legit probably expects a van to show up at their residence with several people carrying balloons and a really big check.
A Common Issue With Rappers
So I heard that Cewbacca’s Sister was inviting some rapper to the White House for poetry night. Then the, “this is what the guy said on albums” game started.
Here’s a column about the issue that made me laugh.
Rapper “Common” recently performed for “poetry night” at the White House. “Objection!” said the out-of-touch, Golf Channel-watching, Pat Boone-loving right-wingers, who called Common unworthy of an invitation to the People’s House. The Comedy Channel’s hip Jon Stewart ridiculed the unhip for their outrage. Who’s right?
White House press secretary and apparent rap-o-phile Jay Carney, who hails from the mean streets of the Lawrenceville prep school and Yale — where he majored in Russian and Eastern European studies — defended Common as “socially conscious.”
Common ought not, therefore, be grouped with non-socially conscious rappers — the gold-chain-wearing, crotch-grabbing, dope-smoking, dope-selling, misogynistic kind who riff about killing cops, hating whites, and fighting the ever-present and all-encompassing racism practiced by The Man. (The Man, of course, briefly left his post in November 2008 and allowed the election of a black president. Everybody has bad days.)
Think of Common as a black Ward Cleaver, up from the ‘hood, who comes in from a hard day at the office, sets down his briefcase at the coat rack, hangs up his tweed jacket and shouts, “Bitch, where’s my dinner?!” Sure, Common, like the non-socially conscious rappers, has rapped about killing cops, beating up white people and burning President George W. Bush. But to be fair, even Common lovers admit that the first two might not be all that socially conscious.
This is a poet with a soft spot — for blacks who murder white cops.
President Barack Obama’s White House celebrates open-mindedness and tolerance. For example, Obama just dined with the socially conscious Rev. Al Sharpton, the whitey-denouncing race hustler who rode to fame by falsely accusing a white former assistant district attorney of raping a black teenage girl. Sharpton’s incendiary rants –“If the Jews want to get it on, tell them to pin their yarmulkes back and come over to my house” — helped ignite a riot in Crown Heights that left a hundred wounded and a Jewish student stabbed to death.
Unlike Sharpton, Common never called then-New York Mayor David Dinkins, the city’s first and only black mayor, a “n–ger whore.” Besides, Common and Obama go way back. They both belonged to Trinity United Church of Christ, presided over by the Rev. Jeremiah “United States of KKK” Wright.
So what’s the problem with Common?
His daughter is named after Assata Shakur, a black panther formerly known as Joanne Chesimard. Shakur was sentenced to life for her role in the execution-style murder of New Jersey State Trooper Werner Foerster. Shakur broke out of prison and fled to Cuba, where she still lives under political asylum. Congress passed a resolution demanding that Fidel Castro return her to the States. The FBI calls her a “domestic terrorist” and offers $1 million for her capture.
Now it’s possible that Common named his daughter after Shakur because he likes the name. On the other hand, he did write a poem in which he calls Shakur an innocent woman wrongly convicted by the racist criminal justice system.
This would be the same racist criminal justice system that the socially conscious rapper insists unjustly convicted Mumia Abu-Jamal, currently serving a life sentence for the execution-style murder of Philadelphia police officer Daniel Faulkner. But let us not single out Common. Abu-Jamal defenders include Hollywoodies Ed Asner, the late Paul Newman, Susan Sarandon, Ossie Davis, Mike Farrell, Tim Robbins and Whoopi Goldberg, as well as the French. Not all of the French, just the ones like the then-mayor of Paris who made Abu-Jamal an honorary citizen and the Parisian suburbanites who named a street after him.
Common does not personally advocate violence. He merely adopts a character, and becomes a tool through which urban angst of the streets is given voice. Does actor Anthony Hopkins actually eat people with some fava beans and a nice Chianti?
Middle-agers, who grew up on Motown, are hopelessly out-of-touch. Why if it were today, Smokey Robinson would be doing drive-bys on Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder. Stax and Motown would trade lead over which label was “keepin’ it real.” Otis Redding would be sitting on the dock of the bay, recovering from gunshots fired by the Temptations — strapped, cruising the streets in a tinted SUV, searching for respect. It’s hard out there for a pimp.
When not rapping, Common stays in touch with his inner Klansman. Like the Klan, Common condemns interracial dating. Sticklers might recall the heat then-presidential candidate George W. Bush took when he agreed to speak at Bob Jones University, which, at the time, forbade interracial dating among students without parental permission.
When asked about “mixed-race relationships,” Common explained: “I disagree with them…Sometimes to get back up to the level of respect and love, you’ve gotta stick with your own for a minute and build a certain amount of strength and community within yours so that other people can respect and honor your traditions.” Unlike the Klan, Common approves of interracial sex, in which he admits having indulged. He opposes only interracial relationships, like the kind that produced…President Obama.
Maybe Common will rap about that at next year’s poetry night. Until then, peace out.
I never really liked Common’s work, but it had nothing to do with anything that was mentioned above in Elder’s column. I just didn’t like the stuff he produced. But someone must like him, considering he’s been around for well over a decade.
However, if you ask me what side to take, I will gladly take Mr. Cube over Mr. Sense Common.
Peeing In The Classroom
Well he DID tell everyone in class to turn around.
A substitute teacher at Riverdale Elementary School in Clayton County is charged with child molestation after students said he urinated into a trash can inside a classroom.
The teacher, 60-year-old Coleman Eaton Jr., appeared in court Thursday.
Channel 2’s Tom Jones was in court and said a judge gave Eaton a $50,000 bond.
Eaton said it was apple juice that he was pouring in the trash can. But police said they have the evidence that proves it wasn’t.
Jones talked to one parent who said her daughter saw the substitute zipping up his pants after the act.
“I want the guy to never teach or be around kids again, parent Tika Carter said.
Riverdale police Maj. Greg Barney said Eaton reportedly walked to the back of the class on Wednesday, told the fourth-graders not to turn around and urinated into a garbage can. He said one of the students went to the school office and made a complaint.
Barney said officers went to the school and interviewed the students and Eaton, then placed him under arrest.
No one answered the door when Jones went to Eaton’s home Thursday looking for a comment.
“He didn’t come across as somebody that would do something like that,” said neighbor Marty Holder.
Coal TV
If you ever want to complain about your job, go watch “Coal” on Spike.
Damn, what a hard life.
And oops.
The cameramen for Spike TV’s new reality show Coal, from Deadliest Catch‘s Thom Beers, are doing an undeniably good job documenting the lives of the miners who work Cobalt Coal in Big Sandy, W. Va. So good, in fact, that after viewing the first episode of the series, the federal Mine Safety and Health Administration and state Officer of Miners’ Health, Safety and Training cited Cobalt Coal for various violations that endangered miners. The Associated Press details the citations, which range from improper use of tools to individual miners failing to wear the correct reflective clothing or proper eye protection. Cobalt Coal co-owner Mike Crowder hasn’t been soured on reality TV by the experience: He told the AP at the very least, the Spike footage, far better in quality than most training videos, can be used as a teaching tool, and that the show succeeds in its goal, which is to tell the coal miners’ story. (He also said he’s seen both a surge in business and in employee applications.)
Now I don’t know shit abut the mining industry, but there were a few things I noted while watching the first several episodes.
Example one: When the digger that cut out the coal from the mountain would always shut down the generator, my first thought was, “Why didn’t they get a bigger generator?” I’m sure cost might have been a factor, which brought me to my second point. Whenever the digger shut down power at the site, we were told it took at least 15 minutes for a miner to walk over to the breaker system and reboot everything. Here’s my question: Couldn’t they pay someone to “camp out” by the breaker device and reset everything each time the digger pooh-poohs out? We were told that every time the digger shut power down it costs thousands of dollars in lost productivity, it would seem worthwhile to pay someone to stay by the breaker and call that person whenever power needed rebooted.
However, in the end a new generator and digger were purchased and all was right with the world — for a shift or two before something else went wrong.
Now here is an article about the show that I found interesting.
When it comes to the national media, West Virginia, more often than not, is not portrayed in the best light. So when new endeavors relating to the state are announced, we approach them with trepidation.
That was my feeling last year when I heard about a coal mining reality show filming in McDowell County. My mind immediately conjured up the many potential embarrassments this could bring.
That show, Spike TV’s “Coal,” premieres at 10 p.m. Wednesday. The 10 hourlong episodes follow the miners and operators of Cobalt Coal in Big Sandy, near Welch.
Earlier this week, I was nervous as I popped my rough-cut press copy of the premiere episode into the DVD player, fearing the worst. But while it’s not likely to change outsiders’ opinions of us Mountaineers, “Coal” isn’t terribly embarrassing – at least not yet.
Yes, some of the men have elements of the stereotypical hick, and I did cringe at some of their bad grammar and unintelligible speech. However, I also cringed at the occasionally overdramatic voiceover narration.
There are frequent subtitles to help with the dialogue, but they don’t completely alleviate the problem. Whether it was the accents, the background noise or a combination of the two, there were still plenty of times without subtitles when I couldn’t understand what was being said.
Also, it was sometimes difficult to catch the dialogue because I was busy just trying to keep up with everything being thrown at me. For much of the premiere, you are inundated with information about mining, mines and mine equipment. There’s also a barrage of names and faces as people are introduced.
Maybe it’s because West Virginia borders southwestern Pennsylvania and I have some sort of affinity for my Mountaineer State brethren, but I did not get the “embarrassing” aspect of watching these guys work in the mines. Yes, they’re from West Virginia. Yes, they have some … interesting … dialects. But they’re FROM WEST VIRGINIA. If this show was based in Noo-Yawk City, you’d expect to hear that annoying Noo-Yawk accent. It’s just the way these guys live. And in regards to the “overdramatic voiceover narration,” I’ve heard worse. Actually, I found the parts about explaining how a mine is worked to be interesting. The only “embarrassing” part of the show I found was when the mine was at a standstill because some digger part was incorrectly replaced, or when there was a similar “d’oh” moment that cost the company tens of thousands of dollars. Then again, anyone with a job can relate to spending a lot of time working on fixing a problem only to have it backfire. Now try fixing that copier paper jam while in the middle of a dug-out mountain.
I’m not sure how well this series will fare, but I’ve enjoyed it for the most part. I don’t see this turning into a multiple-season affair, though.
Stamping Out Moochers
You’ve got Great Society, and then you’ve got Greater Society.
A Michigan man who won $2 million in a state lottery game continues to collect food stamps 11 months after striking it rich.
And there’s nothing the state can do about it, at least for now.
Leroy Fick, 59, of Auburn won $2 million in the state lottery TV show “Make Me Rich!” last June. But the state’s Department of Human Services determined he was still eligible for food stamps, Fick’s attorney, John Wilson of Midland, said Tuesday.
Eligibility for food stamps is based on gross income and follows federal guidelines; lottery winnings are considered liquid assets and don’t count as income. As long as Fick’s gross income stays below the eligibility requirement for food stamps, he can receive them, even if he has a million dollars in the bank.
Food stamps are paid for through tax dollars and are meant to help support low-income families.
“If you’re going to try to make me feel bad, you’re not going to do it,” Fick told WNEM-TV in Saginaw on Monday.
Wilson said Fick told the DHS officials he’d won $2 million but was told he could keep using the Bridge Card issued to him to buy groceries.
Fick could not be reached for comment Tuesday.
Al Kimichik, director of the office of inspector general for DHS, said the department could not comment on individual cases but that it this week began the process of requesting a waiver from the federal government to close the lottery loophole. If it is granted, assets would be counted in determining food stamp eligibility.
Though the food stamp program is federal and states must follow U.S. guidelines, states sometimes request waivers of rules. Michigan was granted a waiver recently to stop college students from qualifying for food stamps.
So college students could also collect food stamps for a time. Food Stamp Nation indeed.
And something tells me that in another year or two Fick would have depleted his lottery winnings and will be back on the dole again. That is if he was ever off the dole to begin with.
Now Go Out There And F’ing Vote
So earlier this week my commonwealth had some primary elections. And like a good citizen, I went and voted. Actually, I voted on some statewide judicial races; I had no idea who some of the local candidates were. When I don’t know someone, I don’t vote in that race. Sad thing is I actually put forth an effort to get an idea of who’s running in local elections, but sometimes there is zero coverage in the local fishwrap on them — and let’s not even discuss websites.
Anyway, as Mrs. kkk and I were entering our usual voting place this couple approached us and asked if we voted Democrat. My response was, of course, “Hell no!”
I honestly have no clue as to what was said next. I thought she was asking if we were Republicans. I also have no clue as to what I said next, but I know the f-bomb was dropped. I think I said, “Fuck yeah.”
Whoops.
I have no idea why that came out. I think I had a little “Team America” playing in my head or something. After that remark, the lady got pissed and started bitching about how there’s no need to be rude and that she’s been out in the rain all day blahblahbalh.
And just how is that my problem?
Of course, when we left the voting booth, Mrs. kkk waiting until I was outside and IN THE CAR before coming out and passing by these idiots again. On the drive home, she said asked me what I said. After I told her, she replied, “Well that explains the why-are-you-with-him look she gave me; you know I get that look a lot.”
Yes, I know.
Oh, and all my judges won their primary contests. Go me.
Morning Commute Mayhem
I’m not the biggest fan of government regulations, but I would support a law forcing any motorist that causes an accident that results in a backup to pay for a tank of fuel for every motorist affected by said backup.
And how was your work commute this morning?
What was normally a one-hour drive turned into two because some assclown got into an accident on one of the interstates. And from what I heard on the radio there were two other accidents that were backing up traffic in the region.
The police and EMT crews earned their paychecks today.
I’ve been driving this route for almost seven years, and this was probably the second-worst I have ever seen traffic. Please note I am not including traffic jams that are the result of inclement weather. I don’t count those.
Looking Back At History — The Light And Heavy
So I saw this article dealing with things that will make me feel old. Feel free to click on the link if you want. It’s a bunch of things like showing a picture of the person who was the infant on Nirvana’s “Nevermind” album or posting the cover of TV Guide from 20 years ago.
Now while the Nirvana album cover had me do a double-take, none of these images really made me go, “woah.”
But those kids President Bush was with on September 11, 2001? They are in high school and will be off to college soon. Dang.
There has rarely been a starker juxtaposition of evil and innocence than the moment President George W. Bush received the news about 9/11 while reading The Pet Goat with second-graders in Sarasota, Fla.
Seven-year-olds can’t understand what Islamic terrorism is all about. But they know when an adult’s face is telling them something is wrong — and none of the students sitting in Sandra Kay Daniels’ class at Emma E. Booker Elementary School that morning can forget the devastating change in Bush’s expression when White House chief of staff Andrew Card whispered the terrible news of the al-Qaeda attack. Lazaro Dubrocq’s heart started racing because he assumed they were all in trouble — with no less than the Commander in Chief — but he wasn’t sure why. “In a heartbeat, he leaned back and he looked flabbergasted, shocked, horrified,” recalls Dubrocq, now 17. “I was baffled. I mean, did we read something wrong? Was he mad or disappointed in us?”
Similar fears started running through Mariah Williams’ head. “I don’t remember the story we were reading — was it about pigs?” says Williams, 16. “But I’ll always remember watching his face turn red. He got really serious all of a sudden. But I was clueless. I was just 7. I’m just glad he didn’t get up and leave, because then I would have been more scared and confused.” Chantal Guerrero, 16, agrees. Even today, she’s grateful that Bush regained his composure and stayed with the students until The Pet Goat was finished. “I think the President was trying to keep us from finding out,” says Guerrero, “so we all wouldn’t freak out.”
Even if that didn’t happen, it’s apparent that the sharing of that terrifying Tuesday with Bush has affected those students in the decade since — and, they say, it made the news of al-Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden’s killing by U.S. commandos on May 1 all the more meaningful. Dubrocq, now a junior at Riverview High School in Sarasota, doubts that he would be a student in the rigorous international-baccalaureate program if he hadn’t been with the President as one of history’s most infamous global events unfolded. “Because of that,” he says, “I came to realize as I grew up that the world is a much bigger place and that there are differing opinions about us out there, not all of them good.”
Guerrero, today a junior at the Sarasota Military Academy, believes the experience “has since given us all a better understanding of the situation, sort of made us take it all more seriously. At that age, I couldn’t understand how anyone could take innocent lives that way. And I still of course can’t. But today I can problem-solve it all a lot better, maybe better than other kids because I was kind of part of it.” Williams, also a junior at the military academy, says those moments spent with Bush conferred on the kids a sort of historical authority as they grew up. “Today, when we talk about 9/11 in class and you hear kids make mistakes about what happened with the President that day, I can tell them they’re wrong,” she says, “because I was there.”
When the children’s story was done, Bush left for the school’s library, where he discussed the New York City, Washington and Pennsylvania nightmare with aides, reporters and another group of students waiting for him. Back in the classroom, Daniels brought in a television and turned on the first bewildering images of the Twin Towers in flames and smoke. At that point, the kids started connecting the dots. “It was pretty scary,” says Williams, “and I remember thinking, So that’s why the President looked so mad.”
Dubrocq got mad himself. “But I had to wait a few years before I could digest what had really happened and why they attacked us,” he says. “I, of course, grew up to have nothing but contempt for Osama bin Laden.” Yet he adds the episode “motivated me to get a better handle on the world and to want to help improve the world.” It also made Dubrocq, who wants to study international business, more aware of his multinational roots — he’s French and Cuban on his father’s side and Spanish and Mexican on his mother’s. Not surprisingly, he also wants to learn other languages, like Chinese and, in an echo of his 9/11 memories, perhaps even Arabic.
Williams says she also hated bin Laden more as she grew up and gained a better appreciation of how fanatics had changed her world on 9/11. “All that just because he wanted to control everybody in the world, control how we think and what we do,” she says. Williams doesn’t plan to pursue a military career — she wants to be a veterinarian — but the military-academy student was impressed by the Navy Seal raid in Pakistan that killed bin Laden: “I was shocked. I thought after 10 years, they’d never find him. But what the SEALs did, it, like, gives me even more respect for that kind of training.”
Guerrero, in fact, may as well be part of that training. She also plans a civilian life — she hopes to study art and musical theater — but she’s a Junior ROTC member and part of her school’s state champion Raiders team, which competes against other academies in contests like rope-bridge races, map navigation and marksmanship. In other words, the same sort of skills the Seal commandos have to master. She admits to feeling an added rush when she woke up to Monday morning’s news: the Seals’ operation, she says, “was very, very cool.”
More than cool, Guerrero adds, it was also “so reassuring, after a whole decade of being scared about these things.” Most of all, it “brought back a flood of memories” of their tragic morning with a President — memories that prove kids can carry a lot heavier stuff in those plastic backpacks than adults often realize.
Just The Fax
And to think at one time I thought fax machines were the bees knees in communication. Now I hate these !@#$% things.
Makes me wonder what technology I use today will be consider outdated 10 years from now.
Arnold the Sperminiator: I’ll Be Bare-Back.
These jokes write themselves.
Political insiders and former colleagues of former California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger expressed a variety of reactions to the news of Schwarzenegger’s love child Tuesday, with several telling FOX411.com that the revelation did not come as a surprise.
Last week, Schwarzenegger and his wife Maria Shriver announced they were separating after 25 years of marriage. On Tuesday, he announced that he had fathered a child out of wedlock with a woman who worked for him for 20 years.
Looks like his state’s budget wasn’t the only thing he busted.
I guess it really wasn’t a tooo-mah.
And for the Unplanned Idon’twannabeaparenthood crowd out there — If it bleeds, we can kill it.
K-9 Cops
So last night I went on what I thought was a normal grocery store trip. Silly me.
On my way to the store, I stopped by a local gas station to put air in my car’s tires. As I was doing my thing at the air machine, I noticed that there was a police car at one of the gas pumps. Upon further review, I saw that several policemen were surrounding a car and two youths were handcuffed.
Then came the best part. I saw the K-9 unit.
The officer was “playing” with the black lab in a patch of grass by me and getting the pooch “fired up.” The dog was then brought up to the car and the dog stared humping the front passenger door. Guess that’s where the drugs were hidden.
I will watch 28 minutes of a 30-minute Cops-based reality show just to get to the 2 minutes with the K-9 unit going batshit over some perp hiding in the woods or buidling. God bless police dogs.
Shark Tanked
Even though the Sharks fans pissed me off in Game 7 of the previous playoff round and I pulled for the Red Wings that game, I’m not sweating the fact Detroit was unable to come through in the clutch when it mattered (for me).
But after watching this first game in the Western Conference Finals against Vancouver, I don’t think I have to worry about the Sharks advancing any further.
Officially, it will go into the books as a third-period comeback win for the Vancouver Canucks.
But really, its seeds were sown late in the second period when the Canucks buzzed all around San Jose goalie Antti Niemi for what seemed like an eternity.
They didn’t score during one of the longest goal-mouth scrambles you’ll ever see, but the game changed right there. When it was over, the Canucks had a 3-2 win in the opener of the Western Conference final and the Sharks were exhausted.
Now I know why the Sharks call their arena the “Shark Tank.” They collapsed in the third period.
All’s Quiet On The Z Front
Here’s my latest LOL ad.
“ZQuiet will put you in each other’s arms again.” Yeah.
Why should I care if I snore? It’s not waking ME up.
Lights, Cameras, Action?
I think the funniest thing about these stories about media coverage is that Carney used to be a reporter, and listening to him talk about media restrictions is frickin’ hysterical.
Increasingly the White House is distancing itself from news reporters, withholding vital information from the press and the public, and essentially dictating to the media when and where they are allowed to video or take pictures of the President.
In what was supposed to be ‘the most transparent Administration in history,’ the Kenyan Koffee Fetcher Administration has increasingly miffed reporters, leaving them totally in the dark concerning the decision-making process, with former Press Secretary Robert Gibbs declaring curtly, ‘Some things should not be done in publc view,’ meaning of course that this White House and this Occupier of the White House have become perhaps the most closed and hidden Administration in history.
McNabb Coats Are Sold Out
I never saw Donovan McNabb as an extra coat wearer, ever … ever.
Bernard Hopkins has a big title fight coming up in 10 days. But first, he leveled a figurative punch on Washington Redskins QB Donovan McNabb.
Hopkins, a Philadelphia-based fighter, assailed McNabb and questioned his character in a racially-charged tirade.
He told reporters on Tuesday in the run-up to his fight that McNabb — whom Hopkins knows from McNabb’s days with the Philadelphia Eagles — is neither black enough or tough enough.
“Forget this,” said Hopkins, who is black, while pointing to his skin (via Philly.com). “He’s got a suntan. That’s all.”
Hopkins denounced McNabb as lacking the toughness of other NFL players and said he benefited from a privileged childhood. He said McNabb assimilated too easily with team executives around the Eagles.
He said McNabb lacked a toughness that current Eagles QB Michael Vick and former Eagles WR Terrell Owens have.
“McNabb? Great. Skills? Throw the ball? Great. But there was something missing,” Hopkins said. “Vick? He understands. And T.O. – same cloth.”
He contrasted McNabb’s and Owens’ relationships with Eagles executives. Said Hopkins: “T.O. got (into) the boardroom and saw the way they talked to McNabb. Coming from where he (comes from) – that’s strange to some white people, when a black man speaks.”
Hopkins did throw one bit of praise at McNabb when he said he was a “nice guy” whom he’d “trust him around my kids.”
McNabb’s publicist, Rich Berg, told Philly.com that McNabb wouldn’t respond to Hopkins’ comments.
Shoot, the extra coat-wearer comment wasn’t in this article. Here we go.
“Why do you think McNabb felt he was betrayed? Because McNabb is the guy in the house, while everybody else is on the field. He’s the one who got the extra coat. The extra servings. ‘You’re our boy,’ ” Hopkins said, patting a reporter on the back in illustration. “He thought he was one of them.”
Yeah, how dare McNabb’s parents try to raise a well-adjusted individual? That ain’t hood.
Me So Electable
So I was going to make my usual snarky comments about the article’s main topic, but then I noticed that LUTHER FRICKIN’ CAMPBELL was one of the mayoral candidates. I’m done.
A Miami-Dade mayoral candidate along with students are expected to protest a campaign forum Wednesday to express their outrage and disapproval of FIU hosting a Spanish-only event.
The debate, held at FIU’s Wertheim Theatre, broadcast by Univision radio and set for rebroadcast by Univision channel 23 television, was open only to candidates Julio Robaina, Marcelo Llorente, Carlos Gimenez and Jose “Pepe” Cancio.
“I was appalled,” said Luther Campbell, a former rap star and African American candidate for mayor. “The university is having a Cuban-only forum, which is wrong to the students, because the students are from all different races and all different cultures and all the students don’t speak only Spanish.”
RomneyCare — DumDumDumDumDum
Oh yeah. This gets me all fired up about you getting the nomination.
Former Gov. Mitt Romney laid out in painstaking detail Thursday his argument that the health care plan he passed in Massachusetts is fundamentally different from the national law that the Kenyan Koffee Fetcher
passedrammed down our throats and shoved up our asses, and that conservatives loathe.
Is it too late to bring back McCain? Yeah, that’s what I think about the Mormon. At least McCain had an OK logo.
Better Off With The Better Half?
So I’m thinking deep today.
Are you better off at this time in your life than your parents were?
Finance-wise I’d have to say the better half and I are better off. I’m not quite sure how much my parents earned at this time in their lives, and I’m not going to bother finding out how much $1 back in the 1960s/1970s would be worth today. I’m going with the “better off” claim here because Mrs. kkk and I work full time. I’m also going with the “better off” claim because I don’t think I’ll be making child-support payment for two wives and five kids over the next 20+ years.
Life-wise I’ve got the old man’s genes, but I’m aware of my lunacy so I have a leg up in this category.
You always hear people worrying about the future generation and if the current standard of living will improve or not for today’s kids. Well, except for the Muslim Wookie Fucker declaring a jihad on the health-care system, I don’t see why the next generation can’t succeed. I think the better half and I have done OK. Then again, the only kids we have are those with four legs and a tail. I’m sure a crumb-snatcher or two would make me rethink my life’s priorities. But then again God help me if Mrs. kkk squirted out a kid 10+ years ago.
You know, sometimes I think back to my time in high school and college and wonder to myself what would have happened if I actually had sex with some femme fatales instead of “chickening out.” What if I got one of these easy lays knocked up? What if I had to become a father? Those kids would be in high school RIGHT NOW. Now that’s a scary thought.
HDTVoyeur
So I have had the 55″ LED television for several months, and while I love the high definition programming, there is one thing I have found myself doing more and more. When there’s a television program that includes an audience — a sporting event, for example — I tend to focus more on the people in the crowd rather than the main attraction on camera. Is that person in the third row picking her nose? What are those two guys talking about? Boy, that person looks BORED.
Sometimes these voyeur excursions are more entertaining to watch than what’s actually center-stage.
And it’s not just people. Sometimes I will pause the television to look at background details I normally would have missed in a television show or movie. Hey, that flier posted on the bulletin board actually says something. Let’s see if I can see the title to the book that person is reading in the background.
It’s like my new obsession. Thank God I have a DVR to skip through the commercials in order to save time.
Shark Spangled Banter
And for one night I’m a Red Wings fan. That’s what happens when the Game 7 home crowd hoots and hollers during the National Anthem. Come on, Sharks fans, show some respect.
There’s a difference between singing a country’s anthem and being a bunch of assholes.
I Missed The Bus … Thanks To Slamming On The Brakes
And for the second time in a week I was on the phone with the wonderful Port Authority of Allegheny County. I thought budget shortfalls were supposed to keep these menaces off the road. This time the fine employee almost caused a serious accident … with me.
I mentioned earlier about witnessing a rogue bus driver, and now I got to experience firsthand the wonders of government employees.
I was driving in Pittsburgh en route to pick up the better half. Because I was a few blocks away from picking up Mrs. kkk, I got in the right lane. The right lane is the most undesirable stretch of road in this area because oftentimes a delivery truck will be illegally parked. If a delivery truck is not in the way, then mass transit vehicles clog up the lane. And then there are the intersections that have vehicles wanting to turn right but can’t because of a backup. I’m not saying these obstacles drive up my blood pressure by 50 points; these are just reasons I stay away from the right lane while driving in Pittsburgh.
As I said before, I was a few blocks away from picking up the better half. When this happens I get into the right lane. Well, my prediction came true. I was at an intersection with a vehicle trying to turn right but was unable to do so thanks to a backup. Meh. It’s not the end of the world. I was expecting to miss out on the green light, but in the grand scheme of things it’s not that big a deal.
When the vehicle in front of me had room to turn right I started to move forward. Suddenly the bus behind me sped up and went around us in the center lane. “OK,” I thought to myself. “Guess the dude’s in a hurry.” I thought it was a little petty but whatever.
Then the doucebag went back into the right lane, causing me to slam on my breaks.
Now it’s on.
I blared on my horn, gave this asshole the one-finger salute and screamed a few choice words. As I passed him, he returned the favor. And good times were had by all. The funny thing is I was on the phone with Mrs. kkk while I was at the intersection and she heard me in real time as the bus driver nearly slammed into me. That must have been a fun experience.
So will this phone call do anything about the union whore that put my life in danger? Fuck no. I think next time I’m just going to let the shit-dick hit my car and sue the ever-loving hell out of the city for allowing these fuckwits to drive on the road.
God I hate the Port Authority. Cut all its funding for what I care.
Sure There Was A Meltdown, But We’ll Do It Right This Time Around
Giving money to people that can’t afford to pay back a loan. This sounds like a GREAT idea. Ask Barney Fwank.
Community activists in St. Louis became concerned a couple of years ago that local banks weren’t offering credit to the city’s poor and African American residents. So they formed a group called the St. Louis Equal Housing and Community Reinvestment Alliance and began writing complaint letters to federal regulators.
Apparently, someone in Washington took notice. The Federal Reserve has cited one of the group’s targets, Midwest BankCentre, a small bank that has been operating in St. Louis’s predominantly white, middle-class suburbs for over a century, for failing to issue home mortgages or open branches in disadvantaged areas. Although executives at the bank say they don’t discriminate, Midwest BankCentre’s latest annual report says it is in the process of negotiating a settlement with the U.S. Justice Dept. over its lending practices.
Lawyers and bank consultants say regulators and the Muslim Wookie Fucker’s Administration are scrutinizing financial institutions for a practice that last drew attention before the rise of subprime lending: redlining. The term dates from the 1930s, when the Federal Housing Administration drew up maps using red ink to delineate inner-city neighborhoods considered too risky for lending. Congress later passed laws banning lending discrimination on the basis of race and other characteristics. “The agencies have refocused on redlining because, in the wake of the subprime explosion and sudden implosion, they are looking at these disadvantaged neighborhoods and not seeing any credit access,” says Jo Ann Barefoot, co-chair at Treliant Risk Advisors in Washington, D.C., which consults with banks on regulatory issues.
kkk’s Rule Of Life #64
No matter how bad I embarrass the better half (or versa vice), we would NEVER a chain restaurant that it’s the other person’s birthday.
Profane Boiling Point
A few days ago I mentioned that the workplace boiler decided to call it a career.
Ever since then, the boss has had these guys in installing a new boiler. Now these workers aren’t the most articulate people in the neighborhood. In fact, they have quite the potty mouth. And we can all hear them.
This morning the boss to Head Boiler Install Guy: “We can hear you up here.” The Boiler Install Guy replied, “We’re trying to keep the profanities down.”
“Trying”?
The Broadcasting Biz Is Cold-Blooded
Gus Johnson out at cBS? The free market can be a cruel place sometimes.
Beloved college basketball announcer Gus Johnson will be leaving CBS Sports after he and the network could not reach a deal on a new contract, according to Sports Illustrated’s Richard Deitsch
Johnson should have no problem finding a new gig, but it’s still shocking that the network would let an employee who has become synonymous with the excitement of March Madness (their signature event) just walk away.
Thanks to “The Law of Gus,” Johnson is one of the few announcers that sports fans actually ask for by name.
A Pawn In The Board Game Of Life
It’s not just Pawn. It’s Hardcore Pawn.
My God this show has become my newest obsession.
Don’t know what I’m talking about? Wiki is your friend.
Hardcore Pawn is a true American documentary reality television series produced by Richard Dominick Productions and RDF USA (later Zodiak USA) for truTV about the day-to-day operations of American Jewelry and Loan, a family-owned pawn shop on Greenfield Road between 8 Mile Road and the John C. Lodge Freeway in Detroit, Michigan.
American Jewelry is owned by Les Gold, a 60-year-old man who is the grandson of a pawnbroker who once owned Sam’s Loans, a now-defunct pawnshop on Michigan Avenue in Detroit. Les first opened American Jewelry at the Green Eight Shopping Center on 8 Mile Road in Oak Park in 1978, moving to its present location in 1993.
The shop’s general manager is Les’s son, Seth, who is also the shop’s marketing wizard (he claims that if it wasn’t for him, the shop’s only marketing would be “an ad in the Yellow Pages”). The assistant manager is Les’s daughter, Ashley, who, as the series debuted, returned to the shop after taking some time off for maternity leave. The sibling rivalry between her and Seth is a common element of many episodes.
The series premiered on August 16, 2010, delivering 2 million viewers, setting a new record as truTV’s most-watched series premiere ever.
YouTube is also your pal.
Real or fake? I don’t care. I can’t get enough of watching the Great Society in action. Lyndon B. Johnson, you must be proud.
“We’re trying to help you.” LOL.
Illegal Turn Has Me Seeing Red
So earlier this week I reported a Port Authority bus driver. My anti-union crusade against the working man continues.
Here’s what happened. Every workday morning, I drive Mrs. kkk into Pittsburgh and drop her off. I then drive off to my workplace. There is this one intersection that has a no turn on red sign. Now I have seen Port Authority drivers turn on red, but it really never bothered me. I figured it was easier for buses to make their wide turns when there wasn’t any oncoming traffic. And because there are two turning lanes, I didn’t have to worry about the bus clipping me should we both turn when the light is green.
Well this time around the bus made its turn on red when oncoming traffic was still turning onto the road we were waiting to turn onto. This bus driver next to me deliberately made his turn while our light was still red and almost collided with two cars that had no recourse other than to slam on their breaks.
I took down the location, time and bus number. I even got a physical description of the bus driver and called the Port Authority hot-line. I’m sure this union-laden group will do everything in its power to get this rogue driver off the streets.
Yeah.
Flying Out Of The Playoffs
The only reason I’d want a Philadelphia team in any kind of postseason is to see them swept out.
Milan Lucic scored twice, Johnny Boychuk got the go-ahead goal, and the Boston Bruins stopped any chance of another historic comeback by the Philadelphia Flyers with a 5-1 win Friday night that completed a sweep of the Eastern Conference semifinal series.
Philadelphia used to be our nation’s capital, and then the politicians said, “This is too scummy, even for us.”
I Believe A Tweet Could Take A Truther Down Demolition Style
You go delete your Truther Tweet, Rashard Mendenhall. That’ll fix it.
Steelers running back Rashard Mendenhall is being criticized on social media sites for Twitter posts that question celebrations of the death of Osama bin Laden.
“What kind of person celebrates death? It’s amazing how people can HATE a man they have never even heard speak. We’ve only heard one side …,” Mendenhall wrote in a post on Monday afternoon. “I believe in God. I believe we’re ALL his children. And I believe HE is the ONE and ONLY judge.”
When another Twitter poster suggested that bin Laden wasn’t responsible for the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks, Mendenhall responded: “We’ll never know what really happened. I just have a hard time believing a plane could take a skyscraper down demolition style.”
Now while most people are celebrating the death of Osama bin Shithead, there are a few people who aren’t taking joy in the death of this fuckwit. And I can actually respect that. If you don’t believe it’s right to celebrate in the death of another person, no matter how heinous s/he may have been, then that’s your right.
However, to question if a plane could take down a skyscraper…. well, maybe Mendenhall’s Super Bowl fumble never really happened and it was all a big conspiracy to get Lombardi back to Titletown.
Where’s The Ward-en?
Cops must be Raider fans.
Pittsburgh Steelers wide receiver and “Dancing With The Stars” contestant Hines Ward was pulled from a car at gunpoint and handcuffed by Los Angeles police, his manager confirms.
The incident happened around 2 a.m. Thursday.
Ward told Channel 4 Action News anchor Sally Wiggin that about 20 police cars converged on the scene. He posted a note to fans on his Facebook page and called the encounter “a complete misunderstanding. The police were just doing their job. Apologies were made and it’s now in the past.”
“I thought I was being ‘Punk’d,’ said Ward. “I realized I wasn’t when police ordered me to the ground and handcuffed me.”
Ward said he was out with a group of friends, and since he didn’t have a car, one offered to give him a lift.
According to Ward’s manager, Andrew Ree, the football player was not arrested, but he and a woman in the car were ordered out when they were stopped by officers from the North Hollywood division who had their guns drawn.
“There’s no story. It’s over,” Ree told Channel 4 Action News.
Los Angeles police said they pulled over a car that had been reported stolen at the busy intersection of Ventura and Lankershim boulevards.
Ward and the female driver were pulled out of the car at gunpoint and handcuffed, police said.
The officer determined the car had been reported stolen April 19 but actually the owner forgot where it was parked, police said.
The owner then neglected to tell police after she found the car.
Hines and the driver were held for about an hour while officers verified the woman’s story and police said the Steelers superstar was “very cooperative.” Ree said the situation was a misunderstanding.
Wha-? Let me read that part again.
The officer determined the car had been reported stolen April 19 but actually the owner forgot where it was parked, police said.
The owner then neglected to tell police after she found the car.
For Hines’s sake, I hope he’s pretending to block on a sweep play and this gal is a 5’2″ cornerback.
But I Don’t Want To Be A Battleground State
Gag.
I’ve been seeing a bunch of political ads for local races. This is only reminding me of what’s to come next year.
For whatever reason, pundits seem to think Pennsylvania is going to be a battleground state. It’s not.
We’re overrun by Democrats. Whoever the Republican nomination turns out to be won’t stand a chance of winning. Hell, people actually thought McCain would be competitive in ’08. It wasn’t close.
By the way, I wasn’t one of those people.
In addition to the Muslim Wookie Fucker being up for re-election, there’s also going to be a Senate opening. The Democrat incumbent is the son of a popular former governor. He’s going to get re-elected. The turnout spike this empty suit will provide already makes this state an easy win for the Democrats.
And I’m still going to get bombarded by stupid ads. Oh joy.
KK's Korner 