You’re Missing the Point

An already divisive topic was intensified when President Obama answered a question on national television with his own 3 point opinion.  News outlets and pundits from the media and the political arena are all weighing in with opinions ranging from the character and make up of the cop who did the arresting to whether or not there is racial bias amongst the police in Cambridge, MASS and the United States throughout.   Now, we have Gates calling for an unapologetic James Crowley to apologize for arresting him and Crowley’s police force calling for Obama to apologize.  As of today, nobody’s feeling like singing Kumbaya around the camp fire together.

Look, you can sit around at your fancy desk, or over beers at your local pub and discuss the nature of race relations in this country and whether or not they played a factor in this arrest.  Its great philosophical discussion, if you’re into that kind of thing, but at the heart of this matter is something a little more simplistic and easy to understand.  Emotion.

A neighbor, called the police because she believed that Gates and his friend were illegally entering the house.  Why she didn’t recognize her own neighbor, or know that he had been out of town for a week, is another topic altogether, but regardless, those are the facts.  Mr. Crowley showed up on the scene to see someone fitting the description in the house and asked him to step outside. What happened next depends on who you talk to.

It boils down to this though – Gates proved that he lived in the house and the Mr. Crowley was leaving the scene.  Gates, who was upset at how he was treated followed the officer to his car.  Gates said he did so because he wanted the officer’s name and badge number but was not getting a response, Crowley said he had given him his information and was at that point just being yelled at.  Crowley gave warnings and then arrested him for “disorderly conduct”.

So, a man accused of breaking into his own home, gets upset by this, never lays a hand on the officer, yells at him, possibly calls him names, and then is arrested for disorderly conduct.

I want to be clear here.  I hate cops.  Don’t email me telling me I’d think differently if my house was broken into, or a loved one was held hostage and i needed the cops.  I wouldn’t.  I would use them if i had to, and i would hate every minute of it.  I’ve had my own run ins with cops.  I’ve had guns pulled on me for simple traffic violations, I’ve been yelled at and berated for questioning their actions, I’ve been arrested for both valid and invalid reasons.  I’ve seen the vast majority of cops to be human beings.  Humans are interesting because we are flawed and prone to illogical and irrational behavior.  This makes humans fun, until they are in a position of ultimate authority.  Anyone who’s had a cop on their ass knows what that’s like and its anything but fun.

That being said, i don’t think he acted out because of racism.  I think he did what someone in a position of authority who is not held accountable for decisions based on emotion would do.  He was embarrassed that he was getting berated, he was mad that he’d been called out for something that was ultimately wasted time, and, somewhere inside, he had his feelings hurt because he came out to do a job to potentially help someone.  Instead he’s getting his ass chewed and called a racist.

Most of us don’t react well to those kinds of things, and we usually yell back and sometimes get into a physical altercation.  But he’s a cop.  A cop should not be baited into acting like that.  All he did was prove exactly what Mr. Gates thinks is going on, whether it is or not.

I know.  Cops are human, is it fair to hold them to a different standard?   Yes it is.  Its actually part of the point of being a cop, or a teacher, or even an umpire.  They should be impartial and they should rise above the fray.  The best way to defuse a situation like Mr. Crowley was in, is to simply do nothing.  Give Mr. Gates the information he wants, and then stand there until he is done.  I know it sounds painful, and maybe it sounds wrong to you, but it works.  If he had stood there and let Mr. Gates berate him, in front of all those witnesses, he would have ultimately looked to be the rational one, while Mr. Gates would have a hard time selling anything to the media, or even to his friend, Mr. Obama.  But he didn’t do that.  He arrested the man for yelling.   He called it disorderly conduct though, in reality, Mr. Gates was disturbing nothing but Mr. Crowley’s pride.  Any of us who have ever been trained in crisis control know that you always use the least force possible to defuse a situation, upping the ante only makes it worse.

And that’s really the point of it all, not that Mr. Crowley acted as a racist.  Maybe that was his motive, I don’t know the man, but I honestly don’t think that’s what is.  Instead, I do believe, that Mr. Crowley made an emotional decision and abused his power to end a situation he was tired of dealing with.  To me, thats an even bigger crime, and one that should not go unpunished.

You are Derivative Seventies Crap

I’m the first to admit that this post might really be about me and how old I am, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out what the big fucking deal is with MGMT.  I’ve read article after article about how “crazy” the duo of Ben Goldwasser and Andrew VanWyngarden are.  They love their drugs, especially the psychedelic variety, and their music is “shape-shifting psychedelic pop” according to Spin via Wiki.

Since when did kitschy shitty keyboards make music psychedelic?  Is that what I’m supposed to be all a twitter about?  That these guys get ripped and play a little guitar and keyboard?  This shit is the fucking Bee Gees.

Is it because Andrew is just so fuckable?  If that’s the case, I really don’t get it.  You can go to my local coffee shop and find 15 guys in bands that look just like him.

I have no problem with the youth of today.  In fact I often defend you to my friends and colleagues, but if this is the shit you guys are listening to while you’re melting your face off with micro dot, I’m going to have to change my opinion.

P.S. Their website absolutely sucks.  I thought all you young hipsters were supposed to be good at this interwebs shit.

Published in:  on July 14, 2009 at 2:36 pm Comments (1)
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Ryan Gosling is Not Your Boyfriend

Because he is the dreamiest Fuck Yeah!

Seriously, this website is hilarious.

Published in:  on July 10, 2009 at 4:05 pm Leave a Comment
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You’re Crazy

I’ve refrained from commenting on Michael Jackson and to be honest with you, I don’t really know why.  I was sad about Farrah Fawcett dying earlier that day.  Not in a despondent kind of way, but more as if a piece of furniture I’d had for a long time and really liked, had just been ruined by one of my Unicorns.  I don’t mean that as any disrespect to Farrah (Or my Unicorns, who can stay mad at those little angels!), but its not like I really knew her.  She was a poster on my wall and the hottest Angel, so she had a place in my pre-teen life that I’d never really forgotten.

Jackson’s death actually shocked me.  Not because it was surprising that someone so freakish would die young,  I’d been surprised to find he was alive every time I’d hear something about him.  But because someone like that, someone who has been part of the fabric of my existence for so long, doesn’t seem like they would ever just up and die like that.

As the shock passed and the outlandishness of his death somehow managed to surpass that of his life, I still stayed silent.  Its not like I have some kind of rule about “speaking badly of the dead”, if you can say something bad about them in real life, you can say it when they’re dead.  I think its just that there isn’t really anything to say.  He was an iconic figure from my youth.  Far more so that Fawcett or most other media giants were.  Just about everyone my age learned to do some semblance of the moon walk between the ages of 10 and 12.  We all knew at least one guy with a red zippered jacket (Usually a white guy, there is no black guy on earth, other than Michael, who ever thought that was cool), and at least one other with a sequined glove.  I grew up with him, I didn’t know him, but it feels like I did.

The guy was larger than life in every weird way possible.  There were the crazy fans who cried when they saw him, the ones that appreciate his music, and a legion of people who honestly felt sorry for him.  Its pretty clear that anyone who does the kind of shit to themselves that he did just isn’t right in the head.

I don’t doubt any of the charges that were levied against him.  I don’t deny anyone’s opinion that he was despicable because of it.  I also don’t feel the need to scream and rail against him because of it.  I don’t really care, to tell you the truth.  If it were my kid, I’m sure I would, but it wasn’t.  That’s for someone else to attack or defend, not me.  He never sat down at my table and I never played with his monkeys (ha ha).  At the same time, however, he was just an accepted part of my life.

Because that’s  just it.  For most of us, MJ was the guy in the white suit on the cover of Thriller.  We didn’t send our kids to his house, we didn’t hang out with him in the 80’s, we just listened to his music and liked it, and therefore by association, him.  He could fuck every little kid in Tijuana and it wouldn’t change one note of Billie Jean.

Now he’s dead and everyone has something to say, so I think they should say it if they want to.  Or don’t, again, I don’t really care.  It is what it is – a freaky musical genius with dalliances none of us should condone who finished his life as a sad lonely fucked up piece of plastic who apparently used anesthesia to sleep at night.  Seems like those that wanted him in hell got their wish if they really think about it.

That being said, the shit I’m linking to is just plain fucking crazy.  I’ve had a few things to say about Sarah Palin, and Al Sharpton is a moron of the first and highest order, so its funny that I’m getting ready to defend both of them.  Actually there is nothing to defend Sarah for, the idea is so preposterous, its stupid that I’m even talking about it.  Of all the things you could accuse her of, being involved with MJ in any way at all, is not one of them.  As for Al, the website  would have you believe he did something awful, when really he did something that most talk radio hosts don’t do – actually treated his caller (or listener, or even more important, his customer) with respect and very nonchalantly passed her off.  That’s the way a talk show host should handle a crackpot, as if they never really said anything at all.

Now if we can just get everyone to do that about MJ we might finally get some peace.

You’re a Tool

Remember this guy?  Yeah, no one else does either…

bobby-jindal

(Image source: The New Liberator)

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You Are Ridiculous

It wasn’t my intention to create a flaming Sarah Palin page, but I’m consoling myself with the fact that this isn’t actually about Sarah Palin, its about her followers.   This is really all you need to know about what’s wrong with the Republican Party.  At least its what’s wrong with the Republicans that read USA Today.  God what a shitty “news paper”.  Actually, its the perfect combination.  USA Today, Sarah Palin, and the retards that love them both.

God Bless America, and no one else!

That’s All We Needed?

Sarah Palin quits.  She quit so she could FIGHT!  Because that plucky little Sarah is a FIGHTER!

I don’t want to delve too far into this, but suffice is to say, Sarah Palin is a WHINER.  If you can stand it, check out her twitter, her blogs, or anything else she has published in her defense or for her offense.  She is divisive to her own party, in her own campaign, in her state, in this country, and somehow, even around the world.  She is, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, a worse representation of America than even the mildly retarded George Bush was.

To give you a clear indication of the type of person she is, just read, or listen, to her talk about her days running for VP.  She consistently, constantly, and at ad nauseam, refers to her handlers as “The McCain People”.  Not her people.  She never in any way associates herself with the team that ran that campaign.  Now, I understand that the campaign was poorly run, and I understand the desire to not want to be perceived as being part of the process, but she was!  She was invited to run for VP and she was part of the team that went forward, whether she had say in every way she was used or not.  Any good team player, any successful member of a team will take responsibility for whats done wrong and give credit  when things go right.  This is management 101 and the sign of a good leader.  Palin, instead, acts as if she was just a puppet dressed in expensive clothing reading words written by an autistic team of monkeys.  What kind of pit bull, in lipstick or otherwise, would allow that?

As for being a fighter, one of her documented reasons for stepping down is due to the litigation against her for ethics violations.  In Sarah’s defense, she denies any wrong doing, and from what I’ve read, she’ll get out of what she’s being sued for.  What’s interesting is that the FIGHT is one of the reasons she is stepping down.  Or wait, I guess it was for country.  Who the fuck knows?  You can decide for yourself by reading/watching her speech.  If you can stomach it.

Does anyone still take her seriously?  If so, why?  Her irrelevance, at her own hand, continues to increase with each passing day. If her rambling, de-motivational, “I don’t want to be a lame duck” speech didn’t do it for you, then maybe reading the link at the top of the page will help you.

That’s right.  Palin didn’t step down because of any impending political bombshell.  Nope.  Nothing as serious as that.   However, a couple of jokes about her knocked up daughter did get her hot and bothered enough to step down out of the public eye.  Who would have thought?  All we needed to do was sick David Letterman on her.  Shit, this isn’t even David Letterman from 1989.  That guy would have eaten her for breakfast, shat her out for lunch, and fed her to Palin’s husband for dinner all while making her kids watch the whole thing.

The David Letterman that hurt her feelings so much, is circa 2009.  He’s kind of like a sarcastic grandpa, the one who’d make your pull his finger after he had a big meal.

So there you have it.  Sarah Palin removed from office by a David Letterman joke.  If only we’d known it would be so easy…

Published in:  on July 7, 2009 at 12:31 pm Leave a Comment
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The Sex Sucks

I’ll admit, I haven’t seen it this year, but unless True Blood has made giant leaps in its Soft Core Pornification, I’m standing by the statement.

Listen – even though I’m fabulously rich, I don’t subscribe to HBO.  Paying for movies on your TV is like paying for sex.  You only do it because you have to, not because you want to.  Downloading movies and “made for HBO” programming is what these fancy internets were created for.  Sure, I can get by the second updates, at any time, on almost any conflict around the world, but why would I waste my time doing that, when I can download a shaky cam version of Transformers 2?

But I digress…

My point, if there is one, is that I don’t subscribe to HBO, nor do I download its wonderful programming.  So the only time I watch HBO is when I’m in a hotel room.  Alone.  This is the second way that HBO and Hookers are related: Hotel Rooms.  That’s a knot you can’t untie.

Since I don’t buy Hookers, I watch HBO in my hotel room.  This probably isn’t true during the off season, but during one 5 night stay, True Blood was on every single night, often twice, and I watched it every fucking time.  Not because it’s so good, but because it’s so bad.  Its like a train wreck, I know I’m not going to like what I see, but I watch it every time.  In fact, I seek it out.  If I get a hotel room and True Blood is not on, I seriously consider staying an additional night just to make sure I get my exposure.

I won’t even get into the pitiful southern stereotypes, the lame romance novel quality of the writing (I mean c’mon folks, the books that the show is based on are best sellers at your local grocery store.  How good can it be?), or Anna Paquin – who for the life of me I cannot find one reason to like.  Instead I’m going to focus on the one thing that should make the show great, but spectacularly does not.

Sex.

True Blood hearkens back to the good ‘ol days of HBO when Boobs were like candy on Halloween.  They were everywhere in all different sizes, colors and shapes.  It was truly a wonderful time to be a teenage boy.  Then we got Cinemax in all of its Soft Core Porn glory, and HBO quickly fell by the wayside.  With Entourage, HBO introduced a whole new set of boys to the Titty, but True Blood has really raised the level of Tittiness to all new heights.

This should be enough to make me wax poetic about the beauty and wonder of man’s true best friend.  I could take this time to talk about how soft, or firm, they are.  Their sweet color and smell, the way they slap me in the face when I make motorboat sounds between them.  Yes, these are all things I should be talking about.  But I’m not.  I’m not because True Blood does the Boob a great disservice.

I dare you to watch one, or 12, episodes of True Blood and actually “feel something” if you know what I mean.  Ok, Erection.  I’m talking about an erection for christ’s sake.  You won’t.  You won’t because as good looking as all the women are, as big, bouncy and beautiful as their tits may be, they aren’t sexy.  No one actually looks like they are enjoying themselves.  They just fuck away like dead eyed rabbits performing some end of the world chore before heading off to the slaughter.  If you can’t enjoy the sex, then you’re left alone with nothing but…the story.

The only proof you need is that I stayed 5 nights, alone, in a hotel room, watching True Blood every night and didn’t masturbate once.  I can barely make it through breakfast on a typical day without doing it.  Hell, I’ve done it twice while writing this lame ass post.  So not only did True Blood not encourage me to masturbate, it actually prevented me from doing it.

Hey HBO – keep your hands off my privates, I’m allowed to do whatever I want with them!

Your Barroom Attire

Why would you wear a short shirt and low rise pants, only to continually pull your shirt down and your pants up. I mean, its not like I want to see the spare tire, I just don’t know why we’re going through all of this in the first place.

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You Make Me Laugh