Sherman Burns HotLanta, er Whitelanta Seattle!
First off I want to say that I just watered a stinkbug, which may or may not prove to be a good thing (will fires be fueled, no idea.) I simply noticed that its movements seemed a bit desperate and that it was tending to return to my libations. Having woken and noting the utter lack of humidity and putting a pot of water on the hotplate to ameliorate my suffering, I decide to drop a pool on the desk. The little thing has been at its waterhole for the last half hour, and I may have only one of those** to get this one through the transom.
I happened to fall asleep before the end of tsam personally winning the NFC Championship* and spent a couple of days blissfully unaware that Nigzilla had erupted on the sidelines after the game, possibly scaring a blond white woman.
As we live in a “post racial” Amercia we simply cannot stand an athlete enthusiastic about his contribution to his teams victory to voice said enthusiasm. This cannot be tolerated, under any circumstance, unless of course you are or look like John McEnroe (Davis Cup, bitches.)
**half hour before the ‘bucks connection gets too occupied, in which case across the street I must go.
Mr. Stinky seems to have had his fill of moisture and seems satisfied. I am sure that my concern for another life form, recognition and attendance to its needs, should be the default response of a proper human…That is at least how the Provider rolls. So yes, I watered a Stink bug, and Sherman burned down Hatelanta™ I mean Seattle, and a Niggocalypse™ was born.
I’ll start with this apt bit from the same place.
When Erin Andrews asked Sherman to rehash the play, the cornerback instead barked out: “I’m the best corner in the game. When you try me with a sorry receiver like Crabtree, that’s the result you’re gonna get! Don’t you ever talk about me!” Then he glared directly into the camera.
It was so powerful, so raw of a reaction that Andrews needed a moment before proceeding. The league’s best cornerback had made the best move of his career on the biggest play of his career to win the biggest game of his career, against an opposing wide receiver and college head coach with whom he shares not a little bad blood. This was a triumphant moment, and still to a lot of people there was something viscerally ugly about Sherman standing over a pretty blonde woman, yelling into our living rooms with an emotional mixture of joy, relief, and excitement, arrogance, and anger. Dude was turnt up.
This humble author has in his day been an extremely competitive person and an athlete of minor note in a variety of pursuits; if you could see me right now you would be looking at a cat who was willing to put his head between the throw from third and the first baseman’s mitt to acquire a safe position at first. I am kind of nuts like that, so I can get the “take no prisoners” aspect of exuberance and anger.
In my relative dotage, I appreciate that never did I block a throw to first with my head as I just happened to be quick enough, most of the time, to beat the throw, In the parlance of the time my next plate appearance was usually accompanied by a warning from the third baseman that I had “wheels.”
The previous is only Germain to the fact that those of us who love competition, no matter how rational we may appear in normal day to day existence, can be moved to craziness in service of competition. Ever seen a bicycle roll through a 90 degree turn at 30 mph with a rear wheel two feet in the air? Neither have I, but I have been the guy with his hands on the handlebars on three such occasions.
Let us take a gander at the outrageous display that led to lifting the veil on what remains a hideous stain on our Country.
Terrifying stuff to be sure, what with a black dude expressing his feelings in the heat of the moment after making one of the more amazing game saving plays I have ever seen…[attempting to find a vid that I can embed…]
Second video at the following location
As one who has assembled a highlight reel of “how the fuck did he do/get away with that” that could easily be green-lighted for a top ten on sportscenter, I have to say again that the play in question was among the finest plays I have seen.
Within a minute, he responds to a question about the play and responds in a way that a black man is not ever supposed to do.
Millions of Americans took to their cell phones, to social media, to the bar patron next to them, to cluck at Sherman. We called him classless, a bad sportsman, a troll. We called him a monkey and a nigger. We threatened his life. We said that he set black people and race relations back 30, 50, 100 years.
Because in that moment, Sherman—a singular kid from Compton who won both the athletic and intellectual lottery so completely, so authoritatively, that he spent three years playing on Stanford’s football team at wide receiver before converting to defensive back and becoming the NFL’s best at the position—was in the public eye. In that moment, whether he knew, cared, or neither, Richard Sherman, a public figure, became a proxy for the black male id.
When you’re a public figure, there are rules. Here’s one: A public personality can be black, talented, or arrogant, but he can’t be any more than two of these traits at a time.
The only problem your not so humble scribe has with the last sentence is that not in any of the many lives have I experienced has a black person been given a complete pass at arrogance. One can not be black and arrogant without suffering and talent will only abrogate the arrogance until a justification to destroy the edifice is uncovered.
This would be the spot that would follow with the litany of assholishness on display, but just check the first link provided above.
*Just kidding with a bit of hyperbole, tsam. Happy for you and the other Northwestern Sadlynauts….Go Seahawks!!!
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The only thing that doesn’t make sense to me is that Sherman ran down Crabtree. When he called Crabtree “sorry” didn’t he diminish his own achievement? I guess in the heat of the moment even a Stanford grad doesn’t with precise language.
that’s “doesn’t BOTHER with…..”
Get back to your room, Mommy Farty Librul, we’ll talk about this after I get home from
cheating my clientsmeeting my production targets.Would Kanye West’s ego be acceptable if he was white or is he just annoying? I don’t feel like answering.
A football player without arrogance is like Marilyn Monroe doing a photo shoot in a potato sack.
When, o when will Congress pass the No IntimidatinG Athletes bill and shield America from the horror of brown men who speak above a whisper?
I thought Sherman’s later comments, equating thug to a dogwhistle for N****ER was spot on.
He also talked about watching a hockey game, in which two white dudes ignored the puck and beat the grizzly adams shit out of each other, which is a major draw to hockey. (It’s certainly not for the sport, which is on par with soccer for being a visual sleeping pill) Hardly comparable to yelling a few stupid words into a microphone.
So to my fellow Americans, let me give you some advice as a Seahawks/Richard Sherman/uber football fan: GET OFF SHERMAN’S NUTS, K? Get the fuck over it and get on with your lives. When he gets caught running a multi million dollar Ponzi scheme or gets us involved in a war for no reason or murders an unarmed teenager, then you can drop all the knowledge on us you want about how a dude should act in these United States. Until then, STFU because my Hawks WILL win this Super Bowl.
Jonathan Turley had a terrible post on his blog in which he asked if Sherman should be disciplined for his “thuggish” behavior. Of course, he cited no team or league rule which might have applied to the situation.
There wasn’t a single bit of thuggish behavior. He’s a football player. Most football players act like that on the field. It’s not unusual and the phony outrage is phony.
Conservative perspective
Richard Sherman: Thug
George Zimmerman: Not a thug.
Seems legit.
One can not be black and arrogant without suffering and talent will only abrogate the arrogance until a justification to destroy the edifice is uncovered.
See, you’re the REAL racist!
I just watered a stinkbug
Nice of you. After a lifetime of encountering these things, I can’t see how they cause any trouble, unless they feel threatened; maybe I’m missing something. And I finally realized it’s their defensive stance, not the emission, that offends me most. But he/she doesn’t mean it that way — it’s not disrespectful, more like adjusting the trajectory on a mortar, or something.
There wasn’t a single bit of thuggish behavior. He’s a football player. Most football players act like that on the field. It’s not unusual and the phony outrage is phony.
Precisely. Now to read the latter half of Provider’s offering.
I just ran across this at CBS:
I eagerly await the outrage and universal condemnation of that thug Crabtree.
The mottled stinkbug is an invasive species that is really hard crops such as fruit trees. Add some soap to that water and send the little bugger for a swim.
There wasn’t a single bit of thuggish behavior
Yeah, this is what I don’t understand. If he cold cocked a guy, fine, but JESUS, trash talking is as American as doughnut cheeseburgers.
The mottled stinkbug is an invasive species that is really hard crops such as fruit trees.
This explains the lack of fruit trees in Provider’s apartment.
People love the overdramatization of professional sports- the smack talk, the personalization of team endeavors. Sherman was merely giving the public what they want.
A month and a half ago, I had a judoka to judoka talk with my nephew’s sensei, and the topic of MMA came up, specifically the aggression expressed by the athletes. I noted that judo players, with our emphasis on etiquette and mutual welfare, fight out of love, not hate. That being said, MMA has become huge media hit, while judo is a niche spectator sport.
Given the choice, people would rather watch an aggressive showboater than a gentle, self-effacing type.
The mottled stinkbug is an invasive species that is really hard crops such as fruit trees. Add some soap to that water and send the little bugger for a swim.
One of my workplaces gets overrun with them in the cold months and I have a love of smashing them that verges on the pathological. I even like their characteristic “stink”, a sort of cilantro/camphor mashup.
Seconds after the pivotal play cemented Seattle’s victory, Sherman sprinted over to 49ers receiver Crabtree and said “Hell of a game – hell of game!” Crabtree then shoves Sherman in the face.
I can’t believe he shoved that poor guy’s hand with his face!
watering the stinkbug…
haha…okay now that i got that out of the way i have to ask, ‘wtf?!’ i watched the video clip fully expecting something off the hook…i had to watch it again because i thought i missed something…really? people are saying this man should be shot in the head because he was freaking pumped after the biggest play of his life.* he didn’t answer erin’s question, but he wasn’t like out of control freaked/pissed/violent/thuggish…and she never looked like she was in danger…it did make me lol though cuz she was all like, ‘who’s talking about you?’ which i thought was rather dipshitty, but whatever…my question is, out of all those tweets deadspin posted, how many were from blacks and does that make any difference? obviously the italian one and the one calling for him to be shot in the head are just flat out wrong…just curious about all the n**** ones…
*i only know this because that’s what deadspin says…i know spit about and care nothing about football…
A football player without arrogance is like Marilyn Monroe doing a photo shoot in a potato sack.
oh, marilyn could do some thangs with a potato sack…
A football player without arrogance is like Marilyn Monroe doing a photo shoot in a potato sack.
oh, marilyn could do some thangs with a potato sack…
Rule 34 being what it is, I bet someone’s photoshopped it for, um, entertainment purposes.
An infestation of stinkbugs is a different story. Ugh.
As a young feller, I lived in a little shack for a year or two, on a hillside — it was an cinderblock outbuilding near a real house. Briefly in the summer, the hillside would be overrun with large, hairy, yellowish-orange spiders. I might wake up to a dozen in my 8×15′ dwelling. I guess they weren’t web builders, and not aggressive, but damn was it creepy.
There are, unfortunately, no fruit trees in my apartment (damn stinkbugs)…/shakes fist skyward, thinking of oranges and…do avocados qualify as fruit?…
Also, gonna have to look up what a judoku is, but I bet that most, if not all of them, can kick my ass.
And I think that my hardcore racist street-cred was cemented in first grade, when I initially demonstrated my “wheels” earning the appellation “Speedy”, given by some classmates who observed my ability to avoid the kids chasing me around the playground yelling “nigger” at me. In retrospect I have to thank my betters (who a month in, separated in groups, or “shifts” if you like, [to torture a hockey metaphor]) for maximizing my athletic potential. Thankfully after a couple of months, the proto-cons got tired of attempting to catch me and I had cemented enough friendships to be allowed to play in the “reindeer games….(i before e except after c not applicable with reindeer, apparently.)
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Briefly in the summer, the hillside would be overrun with large, hairy, yellowish-orange spiders. I might wake up to a dozen in my 8×15? dwelling.
gah! this would be me… in that situation…
Your story is like that of Conan the Barbarian, who had to rotate the Wheel of Pain, only nobody was yelling epithets at him. Or chasing him. And too, I’m not sure who the James Earl Jones / Thulsa Doom figure in your story would be, or whether T-Doom was conservative, or proto-conservative, even in spite of running an authoritarian cult.
I’m going into a job interview at a grocery store today and my job coach suggested when they ask for questions, I should ask if they have a union. I think I’m too scared to ask that.
Also the temporary job coach looks 15, just like my permanent job coach. Fuck my life.
I’m going into a job interview at a grocery store today and my job coach suggested when they ask for questions, I should ask if they have a union. I think I’m too scared to ask that.
Also the temporary job coach looks 15, just like my permanent job coach. Fuck my life.
from your previous posts, it sounds like you really need employment, so…if you really need this job (and hope to move up or on or whatever…i grew up working at my dad’s grocery stores and still miss it) i say go ahead and ask the question…then depending on their reaction, play it to your favor…
as far as your job coaches…i’ve discovered young people look younger and younger…holy crap, some of the docs we are looking at recruiting have to be only twelve!
Also, gonna have to look up what a judoku is, but I bet that most, if not all of them, can kick my ass.
But they’d do it lovingly.
I’m going into a job interview at a grocery store today and my job coach suggested when they ask for questions, I should ask if they have a union. I think I’m too scared to ask that.
Good luck!
Oddly enough, I already interviewed at this store a month before, but I think it was for a different position. Finacial I don’t need the job since I have SSI, but it’s good to have one. I need a job before my work gap becomes too huge. The longer you’re unemployed, the harder it is to get a job. I have only had seasonal jobs.
Finacial I don’t need the job since I have SSI, but it’s good to have one.
ugh…i do not envy you this! the daughter has been on ssi since her teens years, and the paperwork is a pain in the butt…since she moved out of our house though, her group home has to deal with it…it was so annoying, since it’s based on income, if your income fluctuates at all, you would get a notice that they overpaid you and you had to pay back $x.xx…or they underpaid you and they would boost up the next payment…argghh! it was maddening!
now though, she gets in a pickle because she loves to work and is lucky enough to have two jobs where she gets paid prevailing wage…otherwise at the developmental achievement center she goes to, it’s literally pennies for x amount of hours/work unit. since she loves to work at the college and nursing home, sometimes her checks are pretty big…which means her ssi goes down…but the group home takes all her ssi check except for $90 for personal needs money…so she sometimes has to pay the group home provider for the difference…and it’s not like she’s making huge bucks…it’s one of those things where we’ve had to sit back and let her make the decision: do less work, get more ssi or do more work, get less ssi, but know that she’s being productive…she chose to work more…
my real beef is getting to be with the group home provider…started out as a small, personal touch kind of thing, but has grown exponentially (and rightly so, there is a HUGE need), but…the owner (and she’s the sole owner) has let it change her priorities…now instead of enough qualified staff for consumers to be able to actually be learning life skills, it’s a revolving door of underpaid people who barely pass the minimum requirements, taking care of too many consumers and spending most of their time filling out paperwork, cleaning, cooking…which just ain’t right…but this is a rant for another day…
and good luck to you, fa!
it’s one of those things where we’ve had to sit back and let her make the decision: do less work, get more ssi or do more work, get less ssi, but know that she’s being productive…she chose to work more…
That’s very admirable of her.
Getting back to the topic of Marilyn Monroe in a potato sack, I can’t be the only person who thinks this picture is kinda hot.
Then again, I also find this picture hot, so I may be insane.
oh, marilyn could do some thangs with a potato sack…
Rule 34 being what it is, I bet someone’s photoshopped it
Check the You-Tuber.
I’d be more than willing to make Sherman into a hero…he’s a Stanford alum, after all…but…
What started all this? It turns out that Sherman was mad at Crabtree because Crabtree had demurred when asked if Sherman was the best corner in the game, saying he doesn’t get into naming the “best” at any position. That seems like pretty weak tea to provoke such rage.
And Pup, I watched that game and in addition to saying whatever he said to Crabtree after breaking up that pass, Sherman patted him on the ass. Under the circumstances, it came across as a condescending, insulting gesture.
What started all this? It turns out that Sherman was mad at Crabtree because Crabtree had demurred when asked if Sherman was the best corner in the game, saying he doesn’t get into naming the “best” at any position. That seems like pretty weak tea to provoke such rage
It went back further than that, to a charity golf tournament that was hosted by Larry Fitzgerald, a standout receiver for Arizona. Apparently there was a snub there and words exchanged…
This is also a pretty heated rivalry since Harbaugh showed up in San Francisco and started winning like a mofo. They are an excellent team, finishing this year with one less win than the Seahawks, playing the Super Bowl last year and coming one play away from winning it. Crabtree: #1 receiver for San Francisco, Sherman: #1 cornerback for Seattle. This always was and always will be a vicious rivalry with lots of time walking back to the huddle for shit-talking to be exchanged. It’s part of the game, it happens in every game.
Look back at Rafeal Bush, the cornerback for the Saints who blasted Percy Harvin (Seattle receiver) under the chin and gave him a concussion for thuggish behavior. Also look at the video of Seattle kick return gunner being shoved out of bounds and elbowed to the ground by a San Francisco staff member. New Orleans putting bounties out for their defensive players trying to blow up Brett Favre’s knee in the playoffs a couple of years ago….
All this business about Richard Sherman is just a bigass cup of Haterade.
Here’s a Vine gif of that bullshit hit by a San Francisco dude
Nothing in the NFL is more thuggish than attacking a player from the sideline. That’s pure chickenshit with hot sauce on top.
FA, what bbkf and Quad_To_the_B said. Come hook or crook, get a fist or bootheel in the door…Make some friends…Crossing my fingers in advance and sorting out pastafarian rituals…
Only have Ramen at hand, but I guess that will have to do.
Good luck my friend.
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Let me be fair: There is also pretty strong evidence that some fuck in the Seattle stands threw popcorn on a SEVERELY injured San Francisco player as he was being carted off the field in obvious, blinding agony. The injury to his knee was horrifying, and has the potential to end his career, which any sports fan would definitely not want to see.
If I found that asshole, I promise I would throw his ass right off those stands.
Only have Ramen at hand, but I guess that will have to do.
There’s always stink bugs…
I’ve eaten cicadas ants, grasshoppers, and crickets, but never stink bugs.
Overheard in a diner this AM:
“Obama wants to do the redistribution, why doesn’t he start with his own millions a dollars? Hyuk hyuk hyuk.”
There is also pretty strong evidence that some fuck in the Seattle stands threw popcorn
Good thing he wasn’t in Florida. They shoot people for that sort of thing.
All this business about Richard Sherman is just a bigass cup of Haterade.
Oh, I agree that most of it is. He showed poor sportsmanship IMO, but the reaction was wildly out of proportion. I especially appreciate that later on, Sherman pointed out that “thug” has become the go-to euphemism for the n-word.
He patted him on the ass (the first time that’s ever happened in the NFL, EVAR!) held out his hand for a handshake and said “Helluva game, helluva game.” (there’s a mic’d recording of this) — and in return Crabtree shoved him in the head.
Related: I think “thug” is the antonym of “articulate” in the “Ways To Say N[CLANG!]” racist dictionary.
They shoot people for that sort of thing.
I feel like sitting in the stands and spitting, taunting and throwing shit at athletes almost warrants a bullet through the thigh.
In defense of stupid assholes: Richard Sherman IS in a union, a powerful one at that. Therefore, UNION THUG. Cleatbooted thug trying to be all communist and black and shit.
o, rlly?
read more here… sorry, it’s wapo…
He’s clearly got the lowdown on the situation.
In defense of stupid assholes: Richard Sherman IS in a union, a powerful one at that. Therefore, UNION THUG. Cleatbooted thug trying to be all communist and black and shit
oooh, failure artist…look at the benefits you’ll get if the grocery store DOES have a union!
That’s very admirable of her.
well, thankee…yes, she is pretty much the bomb…did i tell y’all that we are traveling to the magical twin cities this weekend so she can receive a prestigious award?
“I don’t know what the difference between a dictatorship and this is,”
We have study abroad programs that can help you learn that very thing!
He showed poor sportsmanship IMO
I’m pretty sure if I just made an insanely awesome play to ice a trip to the Super Bowl, I’d be screaming and all up in someone’s business if they had shoved me in the face after trying to shake his hand. But then I might shove somebody in the face when he’s trying to shake my hand. I don’t know.
Those guys aren’t supposed to be sticking microphones in the faces of athletes immediately after games like that. They’re supposed to let the adrenalin die down a bit. That way they don’t scare the pretty white lady.
We have study abroad programs that can help you learn that very thing!
Ooooooh! Snap!
That way they don’t scare the pretty white lady.
the whole pretty white lady on the sidelines thing just bugs me anyway…yeah, we get it…chicks like sports too…does every station have to have a stable of sports fembots?!
“I don’t know what the difference between a dictatorship and this is,” said state Sen. Richard H. Black (R-Loudoun).
He added, “and that’s why I’m resigning. I’m not fit to hold office. Fact is, I’m too ignorant, whatever my constituents might think.”
OK, that’s what he SHOULD have added.
plus it’s just more of the old double standard: the men can be ugly as fuck, but the chicks better be hot…look how long we had to look at john madden and irv cross for christ’s sake…
“I don’t know what the difference between a dictatorship and this is,” said state Sen. Richard H. Black (R-Loudoun).
Well, you can go take a 5th grade history class and learn, if you’d like. I’d be ashamed to admit not knowing what the difference between a dictatorship and a representative republic is…guess I’m vain or something.
plus it’s just more of the old double standard: the men can be ugly as fuck, but the chicks better be hot…
I’ll let you decide if you’d rather look at Chris Berman or Erin Andrews.
I KEED–You’re right, the networks are pretty conspicuous about picking up the fine betties for sideline and studio reporting, but just about all of them (in my experience) know what they’re talking about and do a good job of it.
i keep forgetting…this: and a Niggocalypse™ was born. made me think of this…
I’ll let you decide if you’d rather look at Chris Berman or Erin Andrews.
eck…i forgot about berman…i could tolerate looking at him if he never spoke…and actually, my answer would be: neither…i find sportscasting to be one the most overpaid and ridiculous careers ever…grown men get paid to sit around in designer suits talking about sports…like it’s actually important*…
*hah! i keed! also, because i don’t want to be annihilated here…i also find entertainment reporters to be ever more ridiculous and not necessary…seriously, this is one of my hugest peeves ever: while these mooks are playing games and living in fantasy land, actual real people are in horrific poverty…gads…i’m in some mood lately…
well, thankee…yes, she is pretty much the bomb…did i tell y’all that we are traveling to the magical twin cities this weekend so she can receive a prestigious award?
You should drop paleotechtonics a line, he lives in the twin cities.
You should drop paleotechtonics a line, he lives in the twin cities.
yeah, we’ve tried to get together a couple of times, but HE’S ALWAYS BEEN TOO BUSY or something…but you read my mind, i was thinking of sending him an email…
“I don’t know what the difference between a dictatorship and this is,” said state Sen. Richard H. Black (R-Loudoun).
Here’s a hint, genius: This situation came about because the candidate from your party lost an election. In dictatorships, they don’t have elections.
There is also pretty strong evidence that some fuck in the Seattle stands threw popcorn on a SEVERELY injured San Francisco player as he was being carted off the field in obvious, blinding agony.
Navorro Bowman, out of Penn State. He was very good with the Nittany Lions – we were very disappointed when he decided to forgo his final year of eligibility. He’s done a damn fine job with the Niners. Last word was that he will play again but he’s in for some gruesome rehab. And whether he’ll be able to play up to his previous mark … well, who knows.
hey pup, we’re trying the cheese sauce tonight…we’re also going to experiment with deep fried pickles…goodbye 10 pounds i just lost!
This blog page on anatomy goes from the sublime to the ridiculous, the Japanese illustrations remind me of the work of Basil Wolverton.
Basil Wolverton
I share a surname with this dude right here.
I’m planning to make Kenji’s cheese sauce for the super bowl. It sounds much better than my usual yellow fat with red bits dip.
but, do you live on wolverton mountain?
Navorro Bowman, out of Penn State. He was very good with the Nittany Lions
That’s him. And Seattle DID give up the ball on that play. That was a terrible call. Bowman stripped it and had possession before that happened.
*hah! i keed! also, because i don’t want to be annihilated here…i also find entertainment reporters to be ever more ridiculous and not necessary…seriously, this is one of my hugest peeves ever: while these mooks are playing games and living in fantasy land, actual real people are in horrific poverty…gads…i’m in some mood lately…
It’s NOT important. Most of us sports fans who haven’t gone completely insane know this. Football just happens to be my favorite TV show.
Also, I would KILL for a job that paid me good money to wear awesome suits and say incredibly dumb shit about sports and be wrong about everything. That would be so cool. Don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t be all over that like white on rice.
but, do you live on wolverton mountain?
No, but occasionally a smelly old man will sing that at me, making me incredibly uncomfortable…does that count?
Also, I would KILL for a job that paid me good money to wear awesome suits and say incredibly dumb shit about sports and be wrong about everything. That would be so cool. Don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t be all over that like white on rice.
ha! you forget that i have spent many years in small town radio…it’s as glamorous as it gets, baby! no, of course i wouldn’t mind a job like that, but i like to think that i would be super philanthropic…i would probably open my dream foundation which sounds kind of weird: the foundation would supply undergarments to the poor…i know it sounds kind of inconsequential, but you know, good underwear are the basis of feeling good…oh my, i feel a blog post coming on! thank you, tsam! i thought the well had gone dry!!!
Those Japanese monster anatomies are funny as well as pretty creepy.
No, but occasionally a smelly old man will sing that at me, making me incredibly uncomfortable…does that count?
close enough for me…
Unlike the NFL only a few “thugs” make their living in professional wrestling.
oh my, i feel a blog post coming on! thank you, tsam! i thought the well had gone dry!!!
Ok, cool. Who knew I could be inspirational just by being a loudmouthed jackass?
Who knew I could be inspirational just by being a loudmouthed jackass?
roll with what you know…
Who knew I could be inspirational just by being a loudmouthed jackass?
Call yourself a “motivational speaker” and you can get paid for it.
Call yourself a “motivational speaker” and you can get paid for it.
AHA! I paid it forward and received my dividend after one post.
no, of course i wouldn’t mind a job like that, but i like to think that i would be super philanthropic…
I would too. Keep myself in a comfortable upper middle class living, the rest goes to others.
Finished the interview…some time ago. The interviewer didn’t ask why my work history was so scanty and that’s a good sign. I asked if they have a union and she said they prided themselves for not having anything come between the employees and the company. I laughed and refused the job oh wait no I didn’t.
Why do I occasionally get blasted by an audio ad when I refresh this page? Has my Opera been infected? Does FSM hate me? Has Seb or Cerb sold out?
BREAKING! WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BREAKING!
http://www.justice.gov/usao/nys/pressreleases/January14/DineshDSouzaCharges.php
In 2012, the Election Act limited both primary and general election campaign contributions to $2,500 for a total of $5,000 from any individual to any one candidate. In August 2012, D’SOUZA directed other individuals with whom he was associated to make contributions to the campaign committee for a candidate for the United States Senate (the “Campaign Committee”) that totaled $20,000.
This illustrates something I find odd about Citizen’s United, in that corporations were found to be persons and could therefore contribute to campaigns, but they weren’t required to limit their contributions the way real people must.
Looking forward to the new Dinesh book, Life After Indictment: The Evidence.
They suck much they lose even when they cheat. By massive landslides.
Gee, I wonder if D’Souza will blame Obama for this.
Wendy Long’s campaign reported about a third of a million in campaign contributions. Dinesh D’Souza donated $20 K, or around 6%. A single individual coughed up 6% of that candidates donations – for a State-wide seat on New York.
Props though for the chutzpah. The people he used to funnel donations were his wife and his mistress.
He patted him on the ass (the first time that’s ever happened in the NFL, EVAR!)
It happens very little between opposing players. And when you do it to someone you’ve just made a play on, you’re being a jerk.
I don’t think Crabtree’s reaction was warranted. But it was a reaction. Sherman was definitely baiting him.
I asked if they have a union and she said they prided themselves for not having anything come between the employees and the company.
And she thinks that’s a good thing? Fuh-huh-huh-huh-huck!
I asked if they have a union and she said they prided themselves for not having anything come between the employees and the company.
That’s standard answer #1.
#2 is “we treat this like a family” or some variation on that.
I don’t think Crabtree’s reaction was warranted. But it was a reaction. Sherman was definitely baiting him.
I’m fairly sure they were jawboning all game long. Sherm was all fired up because he’d just made a great play THAT SENT HIS TEAM TO THE SUPERBOWL, then got penalized when in his eyes I’m sure the other guy was the offender.
The instrument has yet to be invented that could measure my surprise at his outburst a minute later.
Go Hawks! I still hate the Broncos from the old AFC West rivalry with that horse-faced has-been quarterback they useta have. I want to see the Hawks light ’em up.
If it was really just ‘misguided friendship’ then he’s even dumber than he seems. D’Souza that is not Sherman.
Asking the pedants and wordsmiths around, I think the last graf might need three comma’s and an I before have. Otherwise I am pleased with the two sentences, and we don’t exactly have a style sheet around here.
TIA.
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This illustrates something I find odd about Citizen’s United, in that corporations were found to be persons and could therefore contribute to campaigns, but they weren’t required to limit their contributions the way real people must.
This. Like from incorporation onward, the whole.fucking.scam is about selectivity — now we’re citizens ‘n’ people, now we’re not, depending on whether it’s convenient. Completely transparent and indefensible, but you know, money.
an Indictment charging DINESH D’SOUZA with violating the federal campaign finance laws by making illegal contributions
omg…this is some of the best news i could have come home from work to hear…
I can’t believe he shoved that poor guy’s hand with his face!
I know, the nerve of beating another one in the hand with ones face, which is, upon further reflection, entirely on topic… 🙂
B^4, gotta say the little guys are too cute for me to munch on, though I will keep the possibility in mind if it would come to that…When in Rome and whatnot withstanding…If you are ever in my neck of the woods, I invite you for a single malt and cigar in ‘Stinky’s Gentleman club’ aka the room I rent.
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Are we all Mao Cheng Ji now?
See also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT86BH2LVUU.
Paperbag: Thanx for link.
bbkf: What award is the daughter recieving?
tigris: Add my Ooooooh! Snap! to the Major’s. [22:35]
FA: Sounds like the interview went well … esp. no questions about the work-history gap. After you land the job, you might have to re-consider the adjective in your nym! (Btw, I’ve wondered this before: ARE you an artist? If so, what media do you use / prefer?) Mucho good luck! I will mutter arcane incantatons for your success.
Also thanx to DA for the weird anatomies link. Very amusing!
On Topic: Well, I’ve got nothin’ because I don’t follow football, didn’t see the game–no TV–and was never an athlete in any sport, so I’ve got no basis for commenting from a former jock’s perspective. When I was on teams as a kid, I spent most of my time riding the pine. And praising and encouraging my teammates. Crappy player, but good for morale. Actually not much different than what I generally do here in Sadlyville….
I can easily imagine Greased Lightnin’ Provider on the playground or field of play. And thinking of all his bike-racing and suchlike, I’ll wager stamina and strength was part of the package, in addition to speed.
I would KILL for a job that paid me good money to wear awesome suits and say incredibly dumb shit about sports.
Doing intelligent play-by-play, however, is an art, far different and far more difficult that bloviating as a ‘color commentator’ or halftime halfwits back in the Sportz Zenter.
Try this: Turn of the audio, and try doing play-by-play yourself from home. Arm yourself with roster information and suchlike, keep a computer for searches during commercial breaks. It’s very hard to do continuous-action sports, such as basketball and hockey. (I exclude soccer because–even though is continuous–there IS no action. Ooooo, betcha I draw some hostile fire for that dig….)
With interrupted action sports–e.g. football and baseball–the problem is to intelligently describe intense bursts of on-field activity that seldom last 15 seconds. Moreover, if the sportscaster is working radio, his descriptive powers are all the listener has. Good play-by-play is an art. The only sport I follow closely is baseball; imo, the best play-by-play guy is Jon Miller … a lock for the broadcaster’s wing in Cooperstown.
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I hope the Seahawks win, mainly because of tsam’s big investment in them. At any rate, I’m plenty pleased that the Super Bowl is between the two pioneering states with legal marijuana. I’m going to do a super bowl right now, in honor of them!
Oh, fudgesickles. I have kilt the thread yet again. Maybe I’ll go look for band names–NO, I’ll look for euphemisms! Haven’t played that game in a while…
I think the problem is you seem to be most active when everyone else has toddled off to bed. It’s quarter to 5 on the US East Coast, and quarter to 2 on the US West Coast. I’m 2 hours behind them, and am only on because I’m a bit wakeful – I’m normally more of an earlybird.
And as for your dissing soccer, I suspect most of the commenters share your wrongheaded disdain for the sport.
I can only think of one athlete who got a pass–if not complete–at arrogance. Muhummad Ali. As Cassius Clay, the white sports world saw his rhyming bluster as amusing. (Also he fought Sonny Liston for the title, and Liston’s skin was even more blackity-black-black, and he scowled and looked mean and nasty and s-c-a-r-y.)
After his conversion and name change, racists thought they had their justification for destroying him; after refusing the draft, most of the sports press interred him in the cold, cold ground. But Ali had the STUFF to back it up throughout his career; he didn’t back off from calling himself the greatest that ever was…because it was true.
Okay, I’m going to go to bed soon. Maybe I’ll play the euphemisms or battle-of-the-band games tomorrow.
Get well, Cerb!
Also, delightful news about D’Souza.
Well, it’s nearly 12 noon here in SA, so I’m here. But I usually stay up all night and catch the gang during their waking hours. A normal sleep routine for me :
6 am – 10 am and 3pm – 7 pm. See – 8 hours out of 24.
VCarl! You are absolutely right. I’m a complete night hawk, always have been. My peak time has always been night, and almost all the jobs I’ve worked were night-time. (Actually, I mostly had carte blanche to accomplish my work whenever I preferred. Which is highly unusually in the military!)
I like the night-time because I’m less aware of the passage of time: No moving shadows, no traffic sounds. It’s timeless. 11:00 PM seems pretty much the same as 4:00 AM.
You are two hours LATER than West Coast time? Where are you? It can’t be Alaska or Hawaii because they are 4-5 hours later than Pacific Time. So where are you? Atlantis? Sailing a yacht single-handedly around the world?
And Suezboo!
A single individual coughed up 6% of that candidates donations – for a State-wide seat on New York.
Imma guessing that the next shoe to drop will be along the lines of “My client genuinely believed that he had been authorised to disburse those funds in any way which he saw fit.”
Prediction #2: If enough other rightwing columnists have been up to similar antics, and left similar paper trails behind them (an unlikely postulate, but bear with me) then they will be freaking out right now, and we can expect a unified wall of outrage, along with litigation all the way up to the SC to challenge the constitutionality of legislating election-finance transparency.
We are also seeing the victimisation ploy (“Show trial! Any attempt to enforce the law is partisan!”) and the entitlement aspect (how dare a conservative columnist be expected to follow the law!). The Universal Law of Republican Projection leads us one wonder whether the targets of D’Souza’s various books and columns included corruption, victimisation and entitlement.
Dinesh D’Souza donated $20 K, or around 6%. A single individual coughed up 6% of that candidates donations – for a State-wide seat on New York.
It remains to be seen whether that money was his own.
Interestingly, his lawyer’s statement basically admits the charges, claiming only that his client’s intentions were neither corrupt nor illegal. Then he launched into a chorus of “I’m just a man whose intentions are good”… no, I made that up. Enlongered version of the lawyer: “My client had no idea, when he signed false declarations as part of a conspiracy to circumvent electoral-finance laws, that breaking the law might be illegal.”
It did occur to me that the lawyer’s plan might be to traduce D’Souza as much as possible outside the court, and then tell the judge that “My client cannot receive a fair trial in this atmosphere of insinuations and innuendos.”
Wasn’t that tape made by the convicted coward who now claims Andrew Cumono is trying to kick him out of New York? The one who sexually harassed one of his fellow conservatives?
. It’s quarter to 5 on the US East Coast, and quarter to 2 on the US West Coast.
At quarter to five I was doing a pre-flight on an airplane in -2 degree (F) weather. That’s Minus 21 C for you Suezboo.
It was a little brisk.
It remains to be seen whether that money was his own.
That occurred to me too. Don’t know the timeline and can’t be arsed etc. but maybe he was still on the faux uni gravy train, making the big warbucks, had a wife and a mistress and was feeling, as the current quote on top of this page sez ‘on top of the world Jerry!’, one of the Cons that matter, making history. You know, delusional.
the daughter is receiving the mn women of today’s outstanding individual with a disability award…she’s very active in her local chapter of women of today, so it is well-deserved if i do say so myself…not sure if she’s more excited about staying at a fancy hotel or the award itself…
Stinkbugs are said to taste like apples. You know what else tastes like apples? Apples.
Jeesh, Major, if the FSM had meant us to be working in weather like that, she would have given us fur underpants.
Idea: “Apple” Pie
Wow, bbkf, you must be puffing out the parental chest about that.
Hey, you and hubbkf had something to do with it, ya know – pats on the back all round.
congrats to your daughter bbkf! always nice to hear good newz on a minus eleventy frigid why won’t this winter just fucking end morning.
You guys know what that white stuff in bird shit is?
It’s bird shit. K?
Wow, bbkf, you must be puffing out the parental chest about that.
Hey, you and hubbkf had something to do with it, ya know – pats on the back all round.
congrats to your daughter bbkf! always nice to hear good newz on a minus eleventy frigid why won’t this winter just fucking end morning.
yes indeedy we are quite proud…and thanks for your kind words, folks…having a special needs child is one of the most bittersweet things ever…she is an amazing girl, though…
Jeesh, Major, if the FSM had meant us to be working in weather like that, she would have given us fur underpants.
*Looks at ass* I got this covered!
I find it interesting that making illegal donations carries a sentence of up to two years while making false statements to the FEC, which he is also charged with, can put him in the slammer for five years. I am reminded of the Martha Stewart case where the feds said “If she hadn’t lied to us we wouldn’t have put her in the slammer.”
You know, for being what passes for an intellectual in Evangelical circles, Dinesh D’Souza sure makes a lot of unforced errors. Does he not realize that without at least a hundred million in the bank, he’s not a member of the class to which rules do not apply? Oh sure if he were the pastor of an evangelical megachurch, all of his petty infidelities would be swept under the rug especially if there was some very public confession-repentance spectacle, or his electoral funding adventures would not even been an issue if he would have taken the minimal effort to donate to some super PAC? I am not surprised that a man who has spent his whole life wallowing in the wingnut welfare trough would be corrupt and petty. I’m surprised that he is so inept at it. Doesn’t he realize that he is there on sufferance? He’s not a legacy to whom all will be forgiven, he’s a scholarship kid. He’s an occasionally useful propagandist whom no one higher in the conservative world will expend any effort to protect.
amusing…
reminds me of when i was involved with opening up a ‘teen center’ in our town in the early 90s…the kids picked the name ‘schwanzke’s’ or something like that…we were on the way to getting a kick-ass neon sign made up when we found out what a ‘schwanz’ was…
in my perusal of today’s news i also came across this which i did not know was a thing…seems like it would be pretty cool to attend a session or two…
Other way round Pup according to Talking Pants.
when we found out what a ‘schwanz’ was…
Never watched Young Frankenstein?:
“When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd.”
That said, I imagine (without checking the Urban Dictionary) “log jam” might be more likely to have a rude meaning. However, given that the town already has a mural of a log jam and is trading on its past as a logging town, I’d say the town fathers are overreacting just a tad.
Your “schwasnke’s” story, bbkf, reminds me of something I read (on the internet, so it must be true) about a school district taking name suggestions for a new elementary school from their student body. “Springfield Elementary” was the winner, and I think they were gonna go with it until someone realized why it sounded so familiar.
we were on the way to getting a kick-ass neon sign made up when we found out what a ‘schwanz’ was…
And then realized you needed a bigger sign?
from the link
Aside from the obvious Monty Python transvestism reference – “Lumber” and “jack”. Lumber. Jack. Yeah, I think it might have some sexual connotations.
Also too, re: Log Jam.
One of Ultra Ninja’s favourite songs.
“There’s probably something called The Lumberjack, too.”
There’s no way working with enormous wooden poles could be construed sexually.
One of Ultra Ninja’s favourite songs.
that was delightful!
i did NOT know refrigerators were connected to the web…this story has convinced me that i will never buy one neither…
Related, also, too: M. Bouffant’s recent post about a new wood-fired pizza joint.
Congrads, bbfk!
I lost my “Ladies Against Women” satirical bandana today. It was both cool and the closest thing I have to a scarf. Luckily I realized I left it on the bus right away and I filled a report. I really don’t want to lose it.
I lost my “Ladies Against Women” satirical bandana today.
where does one find such a treasure?
Inga: He vould have an enormous schwanzstucker.
Igor: He’s going to be very popular.
Not so popular with the swans.
Don’t worry, if it isn’t a fridge, it’ll be your oven, or your furnace or your car. If you haven’t heard yet of ‘the internet of things’ you will soon. Soon, everything you own will connect to the net. Your thermostat and furnace will talk to the power company (and the police). Your car will talk to Ford (and the police), your smartphone and your wireless router already talk to the internet, and the service provider and the police. Right now embedded computing is where regular computing was in the early ’90s. It’s coming out of industry and academia into your home and no one who matters gives a shit about security. It will take an industry-wide embarrassment on the scale of the Y2K crisis for people to understand that the advantages of being able to start your slow cooker from your smartphone are outweighed by the risk of your home burning down, because some Russian or Chinese hacker doesn’t know as much as he thought he did about hiding a spam relay in an embedded computer.
Other way round Pup according to Talking Pants.
I’m going by the fed prosecutors’ press release. TPM has it wrong. Again.
http://www.justice.gov/usao/nys/pressreleases/January14/DineshDSouzaCharges.php
In today’s Christianist official in trouble because sex, http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2014/01/24/florida-pastor-loses-job-after-arrest-in-prostitution-sting/
It remains to be seen whether that money was his own.
That occurred to me too.
D’Souza was still Presidenting at King’s College at the time of the alleged donations. I’d be checking the stubs of the collegial cheque-book if I were them.
Also too:
Helmut Monotreme said,
January 24, 2014 at 22:07
yipes…
Sorry Pup, I should never have doubted you.
An old friend that went to Big Green just before Long & D’Souza says that their conservative student paper ginned up a scandal that got his favorite prof canned. He’s always delighted to hear of any bad news about them.
bbkf;
In addition to appliances spying on us, there will be a corresponding increase in actual surveillance. License plate scanners on public streets, and police cars, will track our every move. Some municipalities will probably choose to use them to automatically issue traffic tickets for speeding, especially since the phone company can correlate the location of your phone with these records to produce proof that you passed license plate scanners A, B and C with an average speed of 75mph, and your cell phone records indicate you and your chipped dog were in the car.
Security cameras, webcams, and wireless access points track your progress through retail stores like Target and Wal-mart. They can know how long you spent in the store, how much time you spent in each section, and if you are shoplifting.
Anything with a camera and a web connection can connect to facial recognition programs to identify you whenever you are in public. The government will use passport and drivers license photos and Google and Facebook (and their paying customers) will use your facebook photos and any other pictures you uploaded.
The future is here. Whee!
their conservative student paper ginned up a scandal that got his favorite prof canned
I just had to react to the stinkbug thing (and maybe I didn’t read enough) but they are bad news here in Merlin (aka Maryland). At least the brown stinkbugs are. Forget about tomatoes or most peppers. They do not like jalapenos. I don’t know about other hot peppers because I don’t grow them.
I don’t think he ever apologized for the kerfuffle over the Afro-Am prof, indeed saw it as a feather in his cap, or, being Dartmouth, a scalp.
bbkf;
In addition to appliances spying on us, there will be a corresponding increase in actual surveillance. License plate scanners on public streets, and police cars, will track our every move.
This does mitigate (a small amount) of dealing with this particularly harsh weather (while riding a bike that is.) It was only five below when I left for work this morning. It was sixteen when I left, but I had no idea that I was going to have to deal with a twenty mile an hour head wind on the way and some gusting beyond that. It felt fucking colder on the way home than on the ride in and there was a plus 20 rise in temperature. This winter is not fucking around.
I don’t think I have ever ridden in minus twenty+ windchill territory five, or more times in the course of two weeks, in fact, I am certain that I have not. Ive got the layering down, six or seven up top 2×2 on the bottom. One needs to leave the house quickly once the last layer and two pairs of gloves are applied.
After closing the door one meets the expedience versus exposure conundrum as one makes the choice on a still and still cold day to choose between 10, 15 or 20 mph or faster if feeling frisky, (aka making ones own wind-chill) and of course road conditions are going to influence those choices. Fortunately when I left the house at ten degrees below zero a couple of weeks ago road conditions made the choice for me. Fortunately might not be the best way to describe a harrowing ride into town on shittily plowed roads on a roadbike where the potassium chloride was not working.
Fortunately, I do know when to own a lane, and the occasional loss of traction on both wheels was something that I needed to be reacquainted with.
That said I look forward to a spring that will likely be wet and cold…Weeeeeeeee!
And to round shit back on topic; this is the winter they decided to host the Super Bowl in an outdoor stadium in New Jersey?
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The straw donor case I keep coming across when trying to figure out how Justice actually handles these is Pierce O’Donnell. It’s a similar amount of cash too. So just a note for the “no one has ever been charged for such a paltry sum of money” crowd.
Anyways, the plea deal ended up with sixty days in jail, community service, and a fine. Meaning as a misdemeanor – so there’s that.
The fact is the NFL choosing to hold the Marijuana Bowl in NJ was an attempt to embarass Governor Christie. The libs convinced Roger Goodell that globel warming weather during the first week of Febuary 2014 in north jersey would be just like Miami. Bridgegate was a false flag op dryrun to blame the Super Bowl blizzard traffic fiassco on a Republican.
Wow, it is windy. They were talking about 100 kph gusts, but it sounds worse than that right now.
You guys know what that white stuff in bird shit is?
It’s bird shit. K?
Actually, old chum, it’s bird pee. Warning, link has a serious POOP pic.
in my perusal of today’s news i also came across this which i did not know was a thing…seems like it would be pretty cool to attend a session or two…
Hmmmm…
“At a death cafe, people, often strangers, gather to eat cake, drink tea and discuss death.”
Forget cake or death, this is cake and death.
Stinkbugs are said to taste like apples. You know what else tastes like apples? Apples.
I am sorry to report that, having eaten one quite by accident this very week (fell/crawled into my angel hair pasta with chunky tomato/garlic/onion sauce), the motherfuckers taste like cilantro that never ends.
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Cake and death.
the motherfuckers taste like cilantro that never ends.
Comporting with BBBB,s previous observations.
Firstly, if your reaction to cilantro is anything like mine, I feel yer pain,
Secondly as I have only one or two in the room, and that my usual method of removal is not available to me (collect bug or spider minimize harm to said, transport outside), I will attempt to remain a good host.
This said I will definitely not plan. under any circumstances, to est one, eat one.
have no idea if the voile slips of Freud are under examination in the previous, but I will let it stand.
Hope all is as well as can be expected, old friend, given that out in the wind, as you are on a daily, and that the assholish windstream seems hellbent on the immiseration of everybody north of 30 degrees latitude…
skritch the kids for me.
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Any bugs that find their way into our house get eated by the cat.
It’s food!
It’s a toy!
It’s food and a toy!
There is a praying mantis sitting on the counter looking at me. Is this a Stand Your Ground situation? But I believe he and I have the same end in view – disposing of flies and mosquitoes. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? The moral high ground sometimes needs an extension ladder.
It’s food and a toy!
I still have a picture of your herb munching feline. She? IIRC, cuts a fine figure and from what you have mentioned reminds me of some of my more beloved of feline acquaintage.
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Firstly, if your reaction to cilantro is anything like mine, I feel yer pain,
I like cilantro, but I did not like this. I knew for a fact there wasn’t any cilantro in that sauce, and yet I was disturbed that there was no distinctly crunchy or unexpected texture. Not being the squeamish type, I knew I wasn’t going to projectile vomit all over the living room. However, I was a bit disgusted, and stopped eating the pasta, throwing the rest of it (not much left at that point) in the trash.
skritch the kids for me.
Still some kid left in ’em, for sure. 🙂
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I still have a picture of your herb munching feline.
She’s doing fine. She’s 16 years old but the vet says she’s in good health.
Wind hit 122 Mph in the gorge yesterday.
Fuck, yet another shooting, this time in Columbia, Maryland. I only read a few of the yahoo comments, but someone said this shows Maryland’s gun control makes the state unsafe (as opposed to being close to Virginia, a state with less gun control).
Reading yahoo comments isn’t the safest thing in the world either.
122 mph? That’s not wind, that’s an evil mastermind warming up his Doomsday Device.
LEAFS SUCK doesn’t get much wind. Gusts like last nights are pretty extreme up here.
Here’s a blast from the wingnut past—- C & W singer Marty Robbins 1966 screed against civil rights workers and Vietnam war protestors “Ain’t I Right?”
it would be amusing to go through these lyrics with the benefit of hindsight and count up exactly how many times Marty Robbins was right! versus how many times he was wrong…
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You came down to this southern town last summer
To show the folks a brand new way of life
But all you’ve shown the folks around here is trouble
And you’ve only added misery to their strife
Your concern is not to help the people
And I’ll say again, though it’s been often said
Your concern is just to bring discomfort, my friend
And your policy is just a little red
Now, ain’t I right (ain’t he right)
(Ain’t he right)
It matters not to you how people suffer
And should they, you’d consider that a gain
You bring a lot of trouble to the town and then you leave
That’s part of your Communistic game
I detect a little Communisim
I can see it in the things ya do
Communisim, socialism call it what you like
There’s very little difference in the two
Now, ain’t I right (ain’t he right)
(Ain’t he right)
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/marty-robbins-aint-i-right-lyrics.html ]
Your followers sometimes have been a bearded, hatless bunch
There’s even been a minister or two
A priest, a nun, a rabbi and an educated man
Have listened and been taken in by you
Aw, the country’s full of two-faced politicians
Who encourage you with words that go like this
Burn your draft card if you like, it’s good to disagree
That’s a get aquainted Communistic kiss
Now, ain’t I right (ain’t he right)
(Ain’t he right)
One politician said it would be nice to send some blood
And help the enemy in Vietnam
That’s what he says, here’s what I say
Let’s just keep the blood
Instead let’s send that politician man
Let’s rid the country of the politicians,
Who call us tramps, that march out in our streets
Protesting those who wanna fight for freedom, my friend
This kind of leader makes our country weak
Now, ain’t I right (ain’t he right)
(Ain’t he right)
Let’s look and find the strong and able leaders
It’s time we found just how our neighbours stand
If we’re to win this war with Communism
Let’s fight it here as well as Vietman
Let’s rise as one and meet our obligations
So Communistic boots will never trod
Across the fields of freedom that were given to us
With the blessing of our great almighty God
Across the fields of freedom that were given to us
With the blessing of our great almighty God
Ain’t I Right lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
There is a praying mantis sitting on the counter looking at me. Is this a Stand Your Ground situation? But I believe he and I have the same end in view – disposing of flies and mosquitoes.
This reminds me of the constant argument between me and my ex, who never wanted me to kill a spider:
“Spiders are good! They eat bugs!”
“Spiders are bugs!”
There is a praying mantis sitting on the counter looking at me. Is this a Stand Your Ground situation? But I believe he and I have the same end in view – disposing of flies and mosquitoes.
South African praying mantids Miomantis caffra are eating the NZ species so NO MORAL HIGH GROUND.
Wow! This is an absolutely amazing post, Provider! You have absolutely reamed this out of the park and I’m just completely blown away.
Oh and fuck the fucking fuckers trying to make this into a fucking thing. I mean, for fuck’s sake, racists, black people have been in this country longer than there has been a country to be in. You can fucking stop pretending like they have the ability to jump through your TV and gut you.
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Not sure this is the real thing, in fact I doubt it entirely, but will let it hang for the time being.
The fact is, liberals really should stop telling America how to live our life. We have better moral values than you, and we work harder. Maybe you should listen to us instead of making fun of use. Gays and minorites also aren’t right.
PENIS.So unfair. We keep injecting cocaine into our big dick up here in LEAFS SUCK, but Rob Ford’s still around.
PENIS.That story received a Darwin Award back in 1988. Is the poor guy never going to be allowed to forget it and move on?
JC Mahler, S Perry, B Sutton (1988). “Intraurethral Cocaine Administration”, JAMA 259(21):3126
gah!
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There is a praying mantis sitting on the counter looking at me. Is this a Stand Your Ground situation? But I believe he and I have the same end in view – disposing of flies and mosquitoes. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? The moral high ground sometimes needs an extension ladder.
When I worked for a Fortune 100 company, I had a co-worker who shared a lot of my eccentricities. One day, I found a praying mantis in a bush behind our office building and I placed it on a picnic table. When I returned to the office, I told my friend that I had left her a “present” on the table, but she’d have to act quickly to get it. She came back to the office with it riding on her shoulder, and put it in a box on her desk cabinet.
The woman in the next cubicle was very prim and prissy, 100% devoid of the “tomboy gene”. She came to my desk and asked, “Why did you find her that horrible creature?” I exhorted her to look at it without any preconceived notions, to concentrate on its clean lines and remarkable eyes. By the end of the day, she had done a complete 180, and came to see the beauty in the beast.
tsam said,
January 23, 2014 at 18:05
“He also talked about watching a hockey game, in which two white dudes ignored the puck and beat the grizzly adams shit out of each other, which is a major draw to hockey. (It’s certainly not for the sport, which is on par with soccer for being a visual sleeping pill)”
Fighting is NOT a major draw in the NHL. Most fans couldn’t care less about fighting. Also, if your city had a pro hockey team and you actually watched the game played well, you’d realize your statements are silly. Stick to the sport you know and , yeah, go Seahawks.
You know what they say — when all you’ve got is a syringe-full of cocaine, everything looks like a penis.
B4, you will be pleased to know that the mantis and I came to a Live and Let Live agreement and he is currently hanging out on the wall above the sink. Yes, she is beautiful, I agree – all long, skinny and green, but, according to Smut, also lethal.
SA women – femmes fatale.
This might be apt. Sorry, I haven’t popped in for a while so am way behind…
http://edibug.wordpress.com/list-of-edible-insects/
Mantis-related:
http://cheezburger.com/7781365248
Present for tsam.
Ancient Chinese lore credits praying mantis with the inspiration for several forms of martial fighting styles:
Wrist/arm techniques in particular are emphasized, as well as knee and elbow strikes.
Sounds a little bit like what they taught us in the cockpit defense class. Since you’d essentially be fighting in a phone booth, it’s mostly forearms and knees.
In today’s Christianist crime news A Vacaville pastor arrested for allegedly firebombing the home of his ex-girlfriend is back in custody after investigators determined that he had fraudulently posted bail using property purportedly belonging to his church as collateral, police said Saturday..
If I remember correctly, in the Indonesian fighting art of pencak silat, a good number of strikes are made with the distal end of the ulna- that knob of bone where the forearm meets the wrist.
Subway subs may not be all that, but the tears of snivelling wingnuts is an appetizing condiment.
Shanxi Style Praying Mantis Kung Fu:
Just making a note to myself for my next World Toilet Day post in a bit less than 10 months.
POOP.
I like bugs. I have to, really. I couldn’t live where I do if I didn’t. A tarantula lives under the kitchen sink cabinet. It must be three inches or more across, covered in short dark hairs. It fears no thing, but is polite; comes out after Iris and I have cooked our lunch and looks around for any insect drawn by the smell. It’ll eat anything up to and a little larger than its own size. It knows to step aside when we’re around. At first Iris was afraid of the tarantula, and to be honest I was too, but now we have grown accustomed to it. Now we appreciate it for taking care of all the other creatures we’d just as soon not have around.
There’s a new post!
Or rather two, one here, and I uploaded a little random thing that was buzzing in my brain and keeping me from being productive onto my personal blog.
I don’t need to sleep, right? Yeah?