First things first. Hitler hates TO. Who wouldda thunk it?
And here's the video proof beyond the shadow of a doubt that TO is a screaming queen. Now this puts a whole different spin on why he outed Jeff Garcia...
I have finally decided to agree with the jihadis. American culture deserves to be eradicated. It no longer has any right to exist.
Look at it this way. If America did not exist, I would not have known that today, Martha Stewart's dog shook off this mortal coil.
What kind of a culture decides that Martha's dog's death is important news? A culture that wants to die, that's who. What kind of a culture deems it necessary to follow every minute detail of a money whore's life? A culture that's become irrelevant, out of touch, beyond hope, that's who.
Hey, Dodger fans. Check out the video. See that guy? That's Manny Ramirez, standing in left field farting, chewing pumpkin seeds, scratching his balls and doing that dumb chicken-wing thing with his elbows. Now tell me with a straight face your grandfather with Parkinson's couldn't do what Manny's doing for a lot less money.
Most of the time, I ignore baseball. It's boring and, at least since the Steroid Era, tainted. Tainted to the degree you just can't tell anymore who's dirty and who's clean.
Even so, you want the heroes in any sport to be able to stand tall, to be god-like and to represent the game in all its finer virtues. And this is where Manny Ramirez comes up way short. When you look at him, it becomes abundantly clear right at the getgo, he ain't no Bad Henry. He ain't no Mister October. He ain't even a Charlie Fucking Hustle. You look at Manny, you try to smile and nod patronizingly as he mumbles and drools his way through what passes for an interview and you think, "This guy's a fucking fruitloop. It's like having Bozo the Clown as your star player."
And it's true. For $45 Million, we got a clueless, dumb-as-dirt, goober-picking country cocksucker who couldn't string a subject, a verb and a direct object together if you put a gun to his head.
Add to this the fact that we signed the motherfucker for stratospheric megabucks at a time when no other team in the known universe wanted him. Let me repeat that. No one else was bidding. The Dodger owner (pictured below heading toward a hotel suite to celebrate with his gay "nephew") was bidding against himself. If you ever had doubts about the business acumen of American capitalists, Frank McCourt is your guy.
Years ago, when the Red Sox were looking to sign Manny from Cleveland, some of the Boston scouts were of the opinion he was borderline retarded. They were probably right, and you have to wonder, if this doofus couldn't hit a baseball, could he hold down a job at, say, McDonalds?
Ahhh. Almost Spring. Birds chirping. Buds sprouting. Flowers blooming. Bees buzzing. And right in tune with Nature's whimsy in all its wondrous manifestations, we have the California Supreme Court holding hearings on Proposition 8. Yawn.
And now for the contestants.
In the far corner, the Sore Losers from last November back again for yet another dollop of discontent.
And in the near corner, representing the winners, the only man who ever succeeded in cutting Bill Clinton off at the knees.
My first thought was, "This is a fucking mismatch. Poor bastards. It's not even gonna to be close." As usual, I was right.
This from a major national paper:
The arguments on Proposition 8 wrapped up a couple hours ago out in San Francisco. The California Supreme Court did not vote or issue a ruling, but it sounds like the justices are inclined to uphold the law, which bans same-sex marriage. According to the LA Times, only two of the seven justices indicated a possible readiness to overturn the initiative. One possible bad sign for Prop. 8 opponents. Justice Joyce L. Kennard, who voted to allow same-sex marriages last year, signaled she wasn’t a fan of the challengers. Kennard said that Prop. 8 did little to change the fundamental rights granted to same-sex couples. “Is it still your view,” she asked Shannon Minter, the legal director of the National Center for Lesbian Rights, “that the sky has fallen as a result of Proposition 8?”
The Patriarchy Is To Blame For My Stomach Issues
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I’m self-diagnosing again. Well, because WebMD exists and that’s just what a
neurotic woman does. I’ve been feeling a bit crummy again, not a full
relapse ...
Long overdue praise for Mac Rogers' VIRAL
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Since I am months behind in blogging, I thought I would go ahead and be the
last blogger on the planet to write a glowing review of Mac Rogers' VIRAL.
Yes,...
JULIUS CAESAR (SEPT 11th - SEPT 27th)
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SHOW:
JULIUS CAESAR
Directed by Erwin Tuazon
*I play the role of Cassius
WHERE:
The Powerhouse Theatre
3116 2nd St
Santa Monica, CA 90405
*between Marine &...