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Money Grows on Trees

I was flipping radio stations today and happened to catch Rush Limbaugh talking about this story coming out of Detroit.  The video is….telling.

 A local reporter from a Detroit radio station interviewed a woman waiting in line for “stimulus” money.  The audio was played on Limbaugh’s program but I couldn’t find it online. 

Instead, here is the transcript

ROGULSKI( ed: the reporter):  Did you get an application to fill out yet?

WOMAN( ed: the welfare case):  I sure did.  And I filled it out, and I am waiting to see what the results are going to be.

ROGULSKI:  Will you know today how much money you’re getting?

WOMAN:  No, I won’t, but I’m waiting for a phone call.

ROGULSKI:  Where’s the money coming from?

WOMAN:  I believe it’s coming from the City of Detroit or the state.

ROGULSKI:  Where did they get it from?

WOMAN:  Some funds that was forgiven (sic) by Obama.

ROGULSKI:  And where did Obama get the funds?

WOMAN:  Obama getting the funds from… Ummm, I have no idea, to tell you the truth.  He’s the president.

ROGULSKI:  In downtown Detroit, Ken Rogulski, WJR News.

 

Maybe Obama got it from the money trees Michelle is growing in her garden.

I guess the new word for welfare in Orwellian speak is “stimulus”.

 Finally, this reminded me of an exchange before the election…

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Some Balance and a Couple Links

I wanted to provide a quick balance to what I wrote yesterday.  Only fair right?  My time is limited so this post will be shorter. I’ve got to go swoop some fly girls tonight.  Ok I’m lying.  I’m just tired. 

Here are a few excesses I sometimes see from advocates of Game.  Feel free to add any others.  This wasn’t my most thought out piece of work. My past writing speaks to my affinity for the principles and many advocates for Game. Like my thoughts on MRA, this is only directed at a subset.

 

At times, Game advocates youth and life experience betray them.  This is clear in some of their assumptions and lack of imagination. 

This lack of imagination causes some of them to have little perspective on the lives of men who aren’t young, unmarried, secular, and in a blue coastal city.  (This is one of the  reasons why I hype Dave in Hawaii so much.)

Some brazenly view bitterness in all cases as weakness and a character flaw.  This speaks to a lack of life experience.  In my view, some bitterness is justified and in many cases can trigger healthy and reasonable responses.  Game reduces the chances of horrible outcomes with women but doesn’t come close to eliminating it.

Some Game advocates suffer from “one size fits all” syndrome. This can lead to simple minded and unrealistic advice.

Virginity isn’t the bedrock of Western Civilization but neither is rampant promiscuity.  I say this not to lecture but as a call for a bit of humility.

I’ll Game, while Rome burns, is a reasonable mindset given the times we live in, but it sometimes leads to dismissive attitudes towards MRAs in general.  

Some “keyboard gamers” talk a good Game (heh), but I suspect fall short in the real world. 

A few have dismissive attitudes about religion and are unable to understand the benefits, drawbacks, and difficulties a church going life provides with regard to the mating dance.  Example: What about men who are religious but also view marriage as an unwise choice given our legal and cultural climate?  What are they to do? 

 

Let me end with a word on Roosh and Pro Male/Anti Feminist.  Whatever you think of their lifestyle choices, both are outspoken and brave enough to express their views. Accepting the scrutiny that comes with it isn’t always easy.  It may not seem like much to hardened bloggers, but I believe it is meaningful.  Both my MRA and Game criticisms weren’t directly aimed at either of them either.  They just provided the spark for more general observations.

 

Here are a couple off topic links…

Did Bill Ayers admit to writing Dreams From My Father?  HT: Ace of Spades

Barack Obama: Alpha or Beta?  HT: Lurker from Roissy’s

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Schadenfreude

Schadenfreude: satisfaction or pleasure felt at someone else’s misfortune.

The story…

U.S. President Barack Obama’s politically risky Olympics gamble failed to bring home the gold on Friday, with the Olympics committee’s refusal to grant the 2016 Summer Games to his hometown Chicago.

 

The story…

Chicago was knocked out in the first round — in one of the most shocking defeats ever handed down by the International Olympic Committee. President Barack Obama’s last-minute hop to Denmark didn’t swing the games Chicago’s way. He came, saw, charmed but did not conquer.

 The story…

And even as the president and First Lady Michelle Obama were leaving Copenhagen this morning following their appeal to the International Olympic Committee, the Republican National Committee was circulating an email complaining of the White House’s “wrong priorities” (see that below the fold.) The RNC chairman today, chiding the president for “verbal gymnastics” in Copenhagen, noted the newest numbers on rising unemployment back home (see below as well.)

Rahm Emanuel, the Chicagoan who is chief of staff for Obama, has an answer: “You know, we’ll make sure they get some good seats once Chicago does host the games.”

 

The story…

With First Lady Michelle Obama and Oprah Winfrey now in Copenhagen, CBS anchor Katie Couric on Wednesday night declared “the ‘Dream Team’ pushing Chicago’s bid for the 2016 Olympic summer games is nearly complete” and is now just awaiting “the team captain” — that would be President Barack Obama,who “arrives Friday ahead of the final vote.”

 

The story…

Civil rights leader Reverend Jesse Jackson, who has long been based in Chicago, said he was surprised by the city’s loss.

“I’m shocked and saddened. We were emotionally prepared for it,” he said, noting that the United States had sent its “A team” of President Barack Obama and his wife Michelle to push for the Chicago bid.

 

The story…

And I’m not asking just as the First Lady of the United States, who is eager to welcome the world to our shores.  And not just as a Chicagoan, who is proud and excited to show the world what my city can do.  Not just as a mother raising two beautiful young women to embrace athleticism and pursue their full potential.

I’m also asking as a daughter.

See, my dad would have been so proud to witness these Games in Chicago. And I know they would have meant something much more to him, too.

You see, in my dad’s early thirties, he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. And as he got sicker, it became harder for him to walk, let alone play his favorite sports.  But my dad was determined that sports continue to be a vital lifeline — not just to the rest of the world, but to me and my brother.

And even as we watched my dad struggle to hold himself up on crutches, he never stopped playing with us.  And he refused to let us take our abilities for granted. He believed that his little girl should be taught no less than his son. 

 The story…

David Letterman told the audience of his late night talk show that he had sexual relationships with female members of his staff, adding that he’d forked over a bogus $2 million check as part of an extortion plot on the matter.

 

My in depth commentary and analysis…

 

Apparently, according to some, I am “anti-American” and “unpatriotic” because I wasn’t praying for/to Dear Leader to bring home the Olympics for the City of Chicago.

Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the Olympics.  Scatch beneath the kumbaya, “we are the world” bullshit, and you will find an event run by crooks, filled with one dimensional athletes who cheat, and autocrats who use it as an opportunity to grandstand and propagandize.

I haven’t watched more than 10 minutes of Olympic coverage since 1992.  The Dream Team sucked me in and I enjoyed watching them blow out other countries by 50 points a game.  (Ugly Americans at its finest. Thank you Charles Barkley.) I remember watching Mary Lou Retton as a little kid at the 1984 games as well. 

The tape delays, self indulgent commentary, “heart rending” biographies, and silly facade of the noble amateur athlete don’t do much for me. Call me a curmudgeon, but I’d feel the same way if Ronald Reagan were president and Denver had a chance at the games. 

The fact that all of Obama’s cronies( like Valerie Jarrett), won’t be able to personally profit, doesn’t make me shed a tear either. This is typical of the Olympics. Cities pile up a mountain of debt that only benefits a select few. As it turns out, half the City of Chicago understands this.

I have to say, I am surprised that Obama, schooled in Alinsky/Chicago politics wasn’t able to pull this off. Looks like the crooks in the IOC could see Obama working from a mile away.  Takes one to know one I guess.

Perhaps Obama should have taken a lesson from Chris Darden of O.J. Simpson fame.  You remember him?  He is the dopey prosecutor who made O.J. try on the bloody glove.  “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit.”  Never commit yourself, at least openly, if you don’t know the outcome.

It isn’t only Obama’s failure that has me filled with joy today, but the reaction of  his worshiping sycophants in the media.  They are working overtime to try and spin his blunder. 

Obama is a one trick pony.  For two years that trick has worked wonders.  Hope and change rhetoric delivered in ubiquitous speeches aided by a teleprompter.  All campaign mode, all the time.  Seeing it fail is satisfying. 

The Obama Administration, along with its lapdog media ,can spin ( and will continue to do so) the economy, Afghanistan, cash for clunkers, healthcare, and all the rest.  The day of reckoning never comes, well, at least until the next election. 

This is different.  Obama clearly stated his goal.  He went about achieving it by giving a campaign style “touchy feely” teleprompter speech. Like always, he tried to use the force of his personality to get the job done.  And. He. Failed. Miserably.  In a matter of days.  With the entire world watching.  Tough to spin that.

I present a video (Hat tip: Ace of Spades)

One more question…

Did the entitled, affirmative action attitude, so exemplified by our dear 1st lady, help or hurt the vital cause of bringing the Olympics to Chicago in 7 years?

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The Post Presidency of George W. Bush

Former President George W. Bush has been rather quiet since he left office over eight months ago.  A speech in Canada and a few trips to sporting events have been the extent of his public activity. 

Last week for example, he showed up at the Dallas Cowboys new stadium and was seen on television chatting with NFL icon John Madden.  He appeared rejuvenated and enjoying life after an embattled and hard fought presidency.

He has kept with tradition and refrained from criticizing his successor.  This is unsurprising, and in keeping with both his respect for tradition and family pedigree.  Dick Cheney has been entrusted to fight for Bush Administration policies along with protecting and promoting it’s legacy.

Something doesn’t seem quite right though.  His post presidency is a bit too quiet.  I have personal memories of newly liberated former presidents( not to mention living through 5 partial, or complete post presidencies) and I’ve never seen anything like it. This isn’t my first rodeo.

In fairness, there has been a move to a new crib in Dallas, talk of a forthcoming autobiography, and apparently, a presidential library in the works.  However, I still think Bush’s level of inactivity and lack of public appearances seem unusual.

A couple days ago my feelings were confirmed.  It turns out George W. Bush didn’t move to Dallas at all.  In fact, he’s in Denver, and you will never believe what he is doing here.  I’ll let the picture speak for itself.

Doing A Job Americans Won't Do

Doing A Job Americans Won't Do

A bus mechanic!  I’m shocked.  Apparently his tumultuous presidency drove him to seek a fresh start.  A more secluded and simple life is probably attractive after years of dealing with attack dogs in the media. Does this explain it though?

Is it a coincidence that a major player in a terrorist plot was recently apprehended here in the Denver?  Maybe he couldn’t get all that “War on Terror” stuff out of his system and decided to take matters into his own hands.  Whatever it is, I’m going to get to the bottom of it.

This is breaking news and I would appreciate a link (or at least a hat tip) if you decide to write about this.  I just talked to Matt Drudge and he is warming up his siren as we speak.  In my humble opinion, this is the biggest story broken by a blogger since the Dan Rather scandal in 2004.  If you don’t see new posts it probably means I’m off doing T.V. and radio interviews. 

 

Note: My picture doesn’t do the advertisement justice.  His resemblance to W. is striking at a certain distance.

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Odds and Ends

Yes, I’m still sick.  No I won’t bore you with details.  Not to sick to crawl over to the computer and put together a few odds and ends though.

First, I wanted to link to a post I did in reaction to Ferdinand’s Manifesto.  If I had it to do over, I’d tweak a few things, but I still stand by it.  Many of the points I make could just as easily apply to the new Mens Issue’s web magazine started by Welmer.   I’m really rooting for it to be successful.

I hope The Spearhead becomes one stop shopping for men( and like minded women) of all ages and stations in life, who are concerned with mens issues, both at the micro, and macro level.  The nine contributors are all good writers and thinkers.  Send some traffic and feedback their way.

 A few political notes…

The whole Obama birth certificate “conspiracy” never did anything for me.  I think the energy and focus on it has been silly and counter productive.

The fact that he hasn’t shown the press his original certificate does nothing to convince me either.  Either something on it is mildly embarrassing, or he understands that it is to his advantage to have “right wingers” foaming at the mouth about a non issue for years on end.  Seems like smart, Chicago style politics to me.

However, since before the election, I thought this issue was legitimate and worth pursuing.  The evidence that Bill Ayers wrote Dreams From My Father is substantial.  I have little doubt that Ayers wrote the book that made so many “conservatives” get weak in the knees for Obama.

On that note, let me plug a piece written by T. Coddington Van Voorhees VII, a real conservative who understands what kind of guy Obama is.

If you haven’t checked out Andrew Breitbart’s new website, I would encourage you to do so.  It’s the place that broke the Acorn and NEA scandals.  If you believe in the message, I encourage you to link to it.

And finally…

post about Maureen Dowd’s recollection of famous American political quotations.

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A Tale of White Knighting and Compromised Principles

In my freshman year of high school, a major dispute erupted between advocates of outcome based education and those who preferred a more traditional model.

Basically, new age, social engineering, touchy feely nonsense vs. old school, reading, writing, and ‘rithmetic.

A tailored curriculum steeped in OBE principles, was promoted and implimented by the principal and administrators, with the support of the school board. 

This particular model was pretty radical, especially at the time, and inspired quite a bit of backlash from the majority of parents and political conservatives within the district. 

Keep in mind, I grew up in a lily white conservative suburb.  A solidly “red” district.  I’m not talking about Berkeley or Boulder.

The next school board election garnered plenty of interest and resulted in a traditional education majority.  This occurred because 3 of the sitting members (education establishment stooges) were tossed out.

If you are familiar with education politics, you know how unusual this is.  School board elections are usually a classic example of the smaller, but concentrated interest, beating a larger, but defused interest. 

Members of the teachers union vote in large numbers to elect members of their choosing.  Members of the general public stay home and watch American Idol.  Some, like me, stay home and blog about Game.

Anyway, this serves as back ground for my pathetic behavior.

One of my teachers that year was one of a tiny minority of school employees to outwardly oppose the “progressive” outcome based model that had been installed.  By tiny, I mean infinitesimal.  It might have been her and one of the lunch ladies. 

As a budding little reactionary, I liked her.  She was old school.  Pushing 60, she gave off a vibe, in both appearance and demeanor, belonging to another era.  Beaver Cleaver would have been completely comfortable with her.

I also supported her cause and admired her character in the face of adversity.  Not only for selfish reason, which I had( one example was required community service if I recall correctly), but out of principle as well.  Although my philosophy was simplistic and shallow at the time, I instinctively recoiled at what I later understood to be social engineering. 

Her dissent was not appreciated, and even though she had been teaching for 30 plus years, administrators harassed her with in class oversight and teacher evaluations in an effort to intimidate her.  Tenure was the only thing protecting her. 

Other than being a bit dull and boring, her abilities were perfectly acceptable.  Nothing that would warrant scrutiny or dismissal.

After a few months of this unjust and unethical treatment, I approached her and voiced support.  I wanted her to know I shared her beliefs, and more importantly, knew she was being treated poorly.  She seemed to appreciate it.  It felt good to lend aid and comfort.

After the new school board was elected, the firestorm grew even more.  School board meetings were packed with members of both factions voicing their opinions. 

A minority of parents, mostly teachers pets all grown up, joined forces with educrats in fighting the opposition.

The kids of these apple polishers were particularly active within the school.  In their minds they were perfect little progressives “fighting” the establishment and their backward ideas.  The irony of the opposite being true didn’t seem to register.

Unfortunately for me and my “principles”, one of these do gooders happened to be a tan blonde cheerleader with a perfect body and an angelic face.  The fact she was an older, higher status sophomore didn’t help either.

One day in class she asked me if I would assist her.  She told me she needed students to come to a school board meeting that night and lend support to the OBE cause.  Ugh.  I was conflicted.

At 1st I put up a bit of tepid resistance.  She countered with an all out assault of shameless, ham handed flirting that weakened my resolve considerably.   The cheerleader outfit she wore to school that day made her presentation all the more effective.

My beliefs and pride were being overpowered by my out of control hormones.  I was crumbling.  She finished me off by appealing to the White Knight within.  A sob story of the difficulties and pressure she was facing was all it took to get me to agree to sell out.

I was like a lamb to the slaughter.  This was my first meaningful experience with blatant female manipulation.  Well the first I had noticed anyway.  I was rendered powerless.  This pretty young thing had more control over me than my parents, coaches, and teachers at the time did. 

Of course I rationalized it.  How bad could it be?  I go to a meeting and sit next to her for a half an hour or so.  Big deal I thought. I was even doing a good deed by helping her.  Poor thing.  She needed me.

No one would know about it, and I had no doubt that I would benefit mightily from my magnanimous act.  My conflicted feelings would surely pale in comparison to the kissing and groping afterward. 

I arrived at the meeting and met her outside the gymnasium where it was being held.  She immediately stuck a button on my shirt full of enemy propaganda.  Didn’t see that coming.  No big deal though.

I then followed her to the section where our seats were.  It was full of people with t-shirts, buttons, placards, and on the floor, a giant banner.  I was beginning to have second thoughts.

I figured school board meetings were quiet, dignified affairs.  I had been picturing a library atmosphere with old people in tweed jackets. 

She told me where to sit and handed me a placard to hold up.  She then informed me that I would be holding one end of the banner at certain times thru out the meeting.  After this brief interchange, she  left me to engage  some of the other male students (dupes) who she had been roped into this event. 

When the meeting started, the inspiration for my infatuation was sitting 15 away with as many people in between us.  I was seated next to a fat liberal chick who would come to annoy me for the next 4 years with all of her do gooder activism.

It gets worse.  My seat was on the aisle and towards the front.  I begin to see a few students, mostly with their conservative parents, file in and sit down on the side of righteousness.  Some I knew pretty well. 

I tried to make myself look as small as possible.  I pulled my baseball cap down a little farther. I was hoping they didn’t notice. 

Then the worst possible thing happened.  The only teacher brave enough to openly oppose the curriculum being debated walked in, and sat two rows down, directly in front of me. 

I knew she had to have seen me. I felt shame and embarrassment unlike any I had felt before. I tryed to conceal the button I was wearing as best I could with crossed arms.  It suddenly felt like it was 100 degrees and I started sweating nervously. For two hours I tried to avoid looking in her direction.  I mostly looked down at my shoes.  

Well, until I was prodded to hold the banner.  With the help of the fat chick, a bunch of hausfrau mothers, and a few of the other dupes, I dutifully obeyed my lust interest’s command when she gave the signal.

The icing on the cake came when my teacher turned around and made eye contact with me.  She even caught me when I wasn’t concealing the propaganda attached to my chest.  Game. Set. Match.  It was over.  She had definitely seen me. 

When it was over, I bolted out of the gym as fast as I could.  The brutal reality of my status as a useful idiot had hit me well before the end of the meeting.  The fact that my lust interest sat with a high status senior/big man on campus the whole time was just one of many clues I had.  No groping, fondling, or kissing would occur. 

I retroactively vote myself  “Beta of the Month”.  I had a lot of rivals that night for the award though.

 

 

My teacher never mentioned my betrayal and I never brought it up either.  At the time, it seemed like a big deal, but I doubt, in hindsight, she really cared that much. Who cares what a 15-year-old kid does right?  I’m sure she understood the power young girls have on boys in the peak of puberty.

All these years later I still feel embarrassed though when I think about.  She didn’t have much support from her colleagues.  I still feel that, in a small way, I betrayed her.  As I recall, the next year she was gone. Never knew what happened to her.

The good news…

A couple years later, with enhanced reputation and status, I was able to turn the tables on the hot cheerleader.  It felt good.

The bad news…

This wouldn’t be the last time I would mount my steed to help a girl and sacrifice my principles in the process.  Luckily though, not nearly as egregious or embarrassing though.  More on that another time.

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Terrorists, Acorn, Road House, and Dumpster Diving

You would think that the city of Denver, and the State of Colorado, would be pretty far down the list with regard to terrorist hot spots.  If this story is true, it would be more evidence of that being an incorrect assumption. (The fact that I haven’t seen a white taxi cab driver since 1997 might be another clue, but thats another matter.)

Fittingly, Whiskey recently wrote about Sayyed Qutb, an influential radical Sunni Muslim, who was executed for his extremist activities by the Egyptian government in 1966.  His brief stay in Greeley, Colorado, in the late forties, played a large role in developing his ideology.  I’ll repeat that: Greeley, Colorado. In 1949.  Not Manhattan. Not Los Angeles. Not San Francisco.

To demonstrate Qutb’s importance, Ayman al-Zawahiri, a fellow Egyptian, and Bin Laden’s chief deputy, studied in Saudi Arabia under his brother, and fellow traveler, Muhammed.  Osama bin Laden himself, admired, and was acquainted with Mohammed Qutb.  As Whiskey said, this info can be found in Lawrence Wright’s book The Looming Tower.

Do we have Greeley, Colorado, circa 1950, to blame for Al Qaeda?  Well that would be silly and simplistic of course, but I find the link fascinating nonetheless.  I think this antidote goes to show that people who believe in this ideology won’t be satisfied with the absence of Israel and American military bases from their lands. 

Occasionally, I drive through the town of about 100,000, and think about this weird connection.  Today, Greeley’s (a town that is about 50 miles Northeast of Denver) biggest claim to fame is a small college, and a large meatpacking presence. 

The deleterious influence of illegal aliens (and the increasing gang activity that goes with it)on the town, means that Mexico and Central America are of more concern to residents, than Egypt and the Middle East.

Well, that is, until recently.  I guess Somalis are now doing the jobs that Americans, and increasingly, Mexicans won’t do.

a couple links on this recent trend…

A warm and fuzzy article about the joys and difficulties of assimilation.

blog post from Gates of Vienna has a bit different POV.

 

Today, while walking through the lobby of a building downtown, I happened to catch some news coverage from CNN.  The volume was low, but I could see from the graphics that the reporter bimbo was interviewing a member of the Congressional Black Caucus about the infamous Joe Wilson outburst. 

Ya know, the guy that yelled out, “You lie!”, to Barrack Obama, in the middle of his speech before Congress.  Probably one of the most important issues the Republic has ever faced. 

I only saw about 20 seconds worth of coverage, but from what I could gather, the Congressman supports the death penalty for Wilson. 

Anyway, I contrast this, with the coverage, or lack thereof, of the brewing Acorn scandal.

Ya know, the story about members of Acorn, a virtuous and selfless community organizer group, being caught on tape giving advice about how a pimp could successful get away with running a child prostitution ring and avoid paying taxes.  That one.

A group by the way, that receives public funding, and has until recently, been in line to help with the 2010 census.  A group that engages in voter fraud, and judging by the videos, a lot of other illegal activity.

On the surface, this story should be right up the mass medias alley.  Two young people, in their early 20’s, secretly video taping an organization that doesn’t hesitate to aid and abet child prostitution, illegal immigration, sex slavery, tax evasion and fraud.  Sounds pretty juicy to me.  Almost as juicy as a search for a dead blonde girl’s killer.

The sage from ABC, Charlie Gibson, didn’t even know about the story.  Hadn’t even heard of it until today.  Hey Charlie, after you tell me about the Bush Doctrine, why don’t you get on your computer and go to the Drudge Report.  He doesn’t work for the New York Times, so you may have to put it in your search engine.

Slightly off topic question: Should I be surprised that all of the amoral cretins caught on video so far have been female?  Hmm…maybe, maybe not.

I won’t bore you with why I think the Acorn story is being buried by most of the media, or why they choose to run around the clock Joe Wilson coverage.  I have also decided not to give the answer to the question of what 2+2 equals either. 

I’m gonna evoke memories of Matt McConaughey in, A Time To Kill, though.  Close your eyes and imagine the group under fire is Club for Growth.  Convincing huh.  Even Barack Obama wouldn’t be able to preempt wall to wall coverage of tough-minded journalists stalking Grover Norquist and his beard.

To conclude, talk of media bias is boring.  It’s been documented time and time again.  Only the clueless or disingenuous deny it exists.  It’s also gotten better.  Traditional media is like a dinosaur gasping for its final breath after the asteroid of Internet and talk radio hit.  Suffice it to say, this won’t be a regular feature here.

Television is a lazy and inefficient way of getting news anyway.  Reading allows for more depth and variety, in far less time.  Except for breaking news, or events where actually seeing it happen is crucial for understanding, TV news is worthless.   I’m thinking of speeches or 9/11 style events. 

Oh and one other thing: hurricanes.  Who would want to miss Geraldo and his ego, clinging to a telephone pole, and all the vital info that comes with it.  Thanks to this brave journalism, I now know that hurricanes are very windy and rainy.

 

Patrick Swayze died yesterday.  He seemed like a pretty cool guy and I admired the way he handled his diagnosis with pancreatic cancer.  He seemed to carry himself with class. 

He also happened to star in the best “so bad it’s good” movie ever made.  I am talking about Road House of course.  If you aren’t familiar, click here.

In honor of Swayze, and his work in one of the greatest movies ever made, I decided to put up this tribute.  With help from the soundtrack from the movie Glory, it sets the mood perfectly.

 

I trust that, fellow blogger, and Wichita, Kansas resident, Chuck Ross, was miles away when this sordid event occured.

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