Infectious Ink

Kings and Queens of Promise

2009-11-03T11:57:00.000-08:00

"We were the Kings and Queens of Promise"...this epic theme, so powerful, so pure, and for all too many of us...so true.

As I write this post, the new song by 30 Seconds to Mars by the same title of my post, continues to play on an endless loop. As I listen, the powerful emotions elicited leave me unsure to whether I should cry or conquer the world. Will I tire of it? Not sure. Nor do I really care. It will continue to play, my head will continue to move with the music, and I will continue to ponder...

Most of you reading this, know of this blog because you know me, or I consider you to be pretty fucking magical... You understand potential, you understand promise, and you understand what it means to not live up to either. The sound of the clock ticking by remains the scariest sound known to my ears, and when that fucker stops, I had better damn well done what I was put here to do.

What was I meant to do? What were you meant to do? Truth is, I am not really sure, but I think I'm getting closer with each new day and each new experience. As we age, we slide more comfortably into our destined niches, and we hope to God the paths we choose to walk lead us to our lands of promise.

Me, I'll continue to be lead by the dragonfly, for the moves will be erratic, but they will be definitive. I will continue to dream, observe, and experience all that this life allows. So many things in this world make my pulse accelerate and my eyes tear, that I often fear I can't take it all in. I won't be able to do it all justice. But those of us that smile at the streak of sunlight creeping above the mountains, or endlessly search for that fabled green flash of the setting day, we will continue to live, and we will continue to thrive. Keep on fighting, keep on loving, keep on creating...keep on being as fucking crazy as you can possibly imagine, just do it with everything you have...because the sounds of the clock only gets louder.

We are the kings and queens of promise...

Will I cry or conquer the world? In time, I'm planning on doing both...a few times over, actually.

Kanye is a dick, but we are worse...

2009-09-16T23:26:00.000-07:00

So, here I am, a couple days after the "incident" that left poor little Taylor Swift standing in complete shock after Kanye West made a spectacle of her moment at the VMAs, and I could not be more pissed off. But, not pissed off for the reasons you may think. Kanye is indeed a c-sucker, undeniably understood - however, I promise you that he is not the worst aspect of this entire situation. In many ways, he is actually more of a vehicle for enlightenment than anything else - to the point that I almost want to thank him.

Again, I can't stress enough, how little of a shit I give about the overall well being of kanye west, or 98% of the other over-celebrated individuals in society.... And we all recall the innocent, frightened, and confused look on the face of Taylor Swift as she was basically violated on stage at the VMAs - unable to finish her acceptance speech, and ultimately exited the stage with a tarnished and unfulfilled award experience.

Fast forward 72 hours since the incident, and the world has been completely atwitter (no pun) over recapping the event, and discussing the aftermath. Taylor Swift has been on countless interviews, television spots, and has occupied the discussions of both commonfolk and celebs alike. People, who never had any remote possibility of knowing who the F Taylor Swift was, or what she sang, were now engaged in conversation over her well being, and showed and understood compassion for her terrible and horrible experience...However, It all became extremely clear while listening to a radio show this morning, playing clips from Taylor's appearance on The View.

Now, I'll be the first to admit. I saw the VMAs...I was shocked...and I was interested in hearing more about it. And because of this, I will be the first to drop a big infectiousInk "fuck you" on myself...I deserve it...and more than likely...so do you! To hear these disgusting excuses for women and interviewers, rehashing the incident and the aftermath as if Taylor just escaped from a fucking POW camp, brought me back to reality in a flash. The endless stream of presumptive cacophony, self-appointed ethos, and over-dramatic empathy was just too much for me to stomach...I could not take it anymore! It was the equivalent of a Huey Lewis style face dunking, and I immediately changed my tune.

I wanted to punch myself straight in the G Damn face for feeling anything over Kanye's actions other than shear hilarity...I mean after all - it is entertainment, right? These people are entertainers. They make disgusting mounts of money for making music, and making movies, and most of these people will never have another economic worry for as long as they live. They are living a life that only !%, at most 1%, will ever EVER enjoy. And we are supposed to feel badly because an arrogant napoleonic fuck found it necessary to steal the thunder of a fellow artist? Child Please! (thanks 85)

Day after day, in this country, people are working 2 or 3 shitty jobs, just trying to make ends meet. And, that's if they are fortunate enough to find one or two of these shitty jobs. Our entire economy is in the toilet, with more and more families foreclosing on their homes every single day. The health care crisis. The endless state spending on illegal immigrants, and their continued burden on our state funds. The boys and girls of this once great nation dying oversees as they fight for reasons not understood and protested by the most vocal and dangerous forms of opposition. Hell, I'll even throw in Global Warming if it helps strengthen my point! Are you getting this yet...are you catching my drift? This vapid VMA shit has been everywhere you look! From Early Shows, to the Late Shows, and every God Damn thing in between - this is all anybody and everybody has been talking about. What a shallow and pointless society we have become...

Bottom line, I kinda think we are fucked. And, I am all ears if someone would like to argue this point, as it would be extremely comforting to hear from those who still believe in our current America. Deep down, I need to believe the core of this country is steadfast, for I will find it damn near impossible to sleep at night. Unfortunately though, I'm scared this core is buried so deep beneath a blanket of endless propaganda and pop-culture bullshit, that we'll have no chance at redemption and restoration.

I don't know when it all started, and I have no idea if the end is in sight...But, I am 100% certain that if people like Perez Hilton continue to gain momentum and strength in the public eye, we are in deep deep shit. I could write for hours over the travesty that is the trending topics on twitter, or which websites get the most hits per day. It is all very saddening as I lose more and more faith, while our language gets butchered, our values get threatened, and our history gets blurred. I'm all for changing with the times, and embracing what develops into the just...but for God's sake, let's get a grip on our priorities!

Thank you Kanye, for helping me to get a grip on mine...

Stephan Jenkins, where have you gone?

2009-08-21T14:44:00.000-07:00

As I traveled out of my twenties, I left behind many experiences and occurrences which will remain exciting memories, but memories nonetheless. The days of synthetic trances and thought provoking, smoke-filled rooms of enhanced understanding are becoming incredibly few and far between. Life progresses... Enter the world of corporations, 401Ks, and responsibility. And, although the world, at times, can really grab you by the balls, those of us that are still are alive inside must learn to perpetuate the magic. Must keep on hearing the beautiful music....

So go on, turn on the radio, and listen to the music. What's the matter? Lady Gaga not doing it for you? Miley Cyrus not really sending blood to the places it should? Jonas Brothers make you want to tear your fucking face off? Believe me, i understand each and every single sentiment. Today's radio and music is so incredibly lacking of soul and creativity - and it doesn't look to be getting any better.

I came into my own during the times of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and the rest of that 90s scene. The music was new and fresh, and it was damn good. But, beyond the sound, there was this depth to the lyrics and this passion in the writing that would allow me to completely adhere to the music. It wasn't about just shaking my head to a great beat, or a clever hook that was catchy and easy to remember, it was about the artist allowing us to come along for a ride. A journey through their experiences, their impressions, and most poignantly, their pains...I have often said that the more damaged and fragile an individual, the more brilliant their music. And, I still live by this today.

And, when it comes to damaged individuals, I'm fairly certain that San Francisco's own, Stephan Jenkins takes the cake. Coming onto the scene after the major swell of the grunge wave, Third Eye Blind gifted us with what I believe to be one of the best albums ever. To this day, I listen, and remain impressed by the brilliant poetic writing, clearly created from the darkest areas of this man's heart and soul. This guy's apparent anguish and turmoil has been a major gift and blessing for us all, and it is because of this that I raise a big middle finger to the likes of all the bullshit that is American Idol and similar vehicles. The raising and cultivation of these young teenager stars, and the endless force-fed mainstream perpetuation is killing the music industry...and it is killing me.

A true artist must live through something...something...fucking anything for that matter. And I will be damned if I allow Ryan Seacrest, KISS FM, and Z-100 to reshape my musical views in their efforts to blur my lines of raw authenticity. For me it is pretty simple...a quiet room, a car, or headphones...music on...eyes closed. When I focus again on the world around, if I haven't felt like I just took a drug induced ride through wonderland, and I'm not working to wipe away the goosebumps from my chilled arms, well then...my friend...you have failed.

Luckily, it isn't all lost...but it is never easy. Bands like Kings and 30 seconds have struggled like mad to create a following, and its finally starting to pay off. And, there are still bands coming onto the scene that will blow your fucking doors off - but I promise you, Ryan Seacrest does not know who they are. And, I really hope it stays that way because nothing really worth it comes to you - there is a hunt involved...happy hunting everyone....

A Little Help From Jim Morrison

2009-04-14T11:05:00.000-07:00

Ever since some professional decisions have left me with some time on my hands, I have been able to really refocus my life. With my old job, I was a complete frantic mess, always pissed off at the world, and always had something I was late for. These two nuances of life alone, were more than enough to stifle any creativity, love, and beauty that lied within. I had become a shell of myself. I just figured this shift was a fact of life as true as death and taxes...something not to be questioned or toyed with. I had a plan, I was executing, and I was on my way. On my way... On my way to somewhere that had gotten me so far away from where I began. The more I achieved, the less I knew how to do, and the more worthless I felt. Because you see, my business was that of bullshit. Plain and simple. Nothing tangible, nothing real to show, nothing more than some numbers on a screen next to my name, and a promise of future utilization.

With every day since the end of that situation, I grow more and more alive. I look around at the world, with an eye for beautification, and a yearning desire to restore and create. I have written...I have built...and I have found my smile.

Yes, there is that question of money. And there is that unknowing fear that resides in the back of your head, ever so slightly whispering those words of inevitability. I know this time in my life will not last, and I am at peace with it for at least i know this part of my being and my soul is still there.

Yesterday in the warm sun of southern California, I decided to restore my ailing porch furniture. With my shirt off, and my iPod on, I remembered what it was like to create something beautiful. Something I could stand back from in the end, wearing only a torn pair of jeans and smile, and say "that's right...I fucking did that." No corporate bullshit, no deadlines, no one telling you what you are or aren't. Just a finished product in the end that screams and sparkles success.

And, I know that is nothing tremendous, as it was only porch furniture. But somewhere between sanding off the old, and staining on the new, I was overcome with such emotion that only the son of a hard working father could understand. For a few moments the world just blurred out, and the music of Jim Morrison and the Doors fueled a photojournalistic journey through my life and childhood. With each sanded stroke I could see the pure magic of this moment, I could see my father working on our boat, the house, or whatever project lay before him. I could see the tenderness in his face, and the strength in his hands, and I had never before been so proud to be his son.

When the night sky began to fall, and I was finishing up with the final coats, it hit me that after all the accomplishments I have had in life, all the achievements in school, and then in business, this is what I needed him to see. Most successes in life are here today, gone tomorrow, the memories usually kept alive only by a photo of a handshake or a framed piece of paper. This was different. I wanted him to know that all those years of him speaking to my deaf ears and trying to raise a man whose interests at the time lied nowhere near his, that his efforts were not in vain.

In the end, it wasn't about the furniture, it was about the experience. Thanks to my father for planting the seeds, and thanks to Jim Morrison for providing the water...

SUV Prices

2009-03-30T12:33:00.000-07:00

So, I just don't get it...No one, and I mean no one is buying big SUVs right now, and yet when I go to price them out at dealers, they could not are less about negotiating down the price. The situation is truly ridiculous! I keep getting told that the price they give, is the lowest they can go, citing that they are at invoice. Does anyone else find this completely crazy? Why are car dealers one of the only existing industries that can just say "fuck you - if you don't want it at the price i paid, move along..." I wish I could have the same attitude with my house right now, except for the fact that I can not get close to what i paid...nor does anyone give a shit about what i paid...they only care about what i am willing to accept. Why does the law of supply and demand skip over the auto industry, and when will they eventually have to drop their pants???

twitter

2009-03-27T11:28:00.000-07:00

So, I'll admit it...at first sight and sound of this ridiculous site, I thought it could not be more foolish. Then, I made the mistake of actually creating an account. Holy Shit will this twittering occupy your time and your fucking mind. It was already cited as a major reason for the most recent break-up of Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer...the guy could not keep from tweeting...and I completely understand. And believe me, I'm pretty f-ing worthless in the world of twitter, so I can't even imagine having a ton of followers, with the pressure of constantly entertaining with witty and succinct banter. T'is one hell of a burden. At present time, I have like 22 followers, and believe me, I work to keep them. I am interested to see where this all goes, as twitter clearly has a ton of momentum behind it right now, and it seems the sky is the limit. I have connected with so many interesting people, and it has a much better feel to it then fb, not as invasive. And, of course the celebs and pseudo celebs love it...great forum for them to convey info and stay fresh and current. All in all, I'm enjoying my twitter journey, and as long as Spencer Pratt doesn't tell me to fuck myself too many more times, I will continue along with this ride...

Hello??

2008-05-04T15:33:00.000-07:00

Does anyone give a shit about this blog?

WTF of the Week...

2008-03-11T20:46:00.000-07:00

I mean what the hell? How can gas continue to rise and rise and rise?

Round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows...

Seriously, I am wondering the point to all of this, because how the hell can the average American afford to fill up their vehicle? More impressive is the fact that all the illegals are affording the gas as well - cuz the freeways are no less congested. The dems want a way to reduce vehicle emissions, well having gas approach $5/gallon is one way to accomplish the task.

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8VBE1600&show_article=1

Back with a Tigger Bounce

2008-03-11T20:33:00.000-07:00

After a pretty lengthy hiatus, I have decided to come back with a vengeance! Why you ask? Because my wife sent me a link to the video below, and I urge each and every one of you to watch it. I apologize for my disappearance, but after watching Randy speak, I feel it is my duty to do my part.

Much love
-ii

18-1 / Copywrite This, Bitch!

2008-02-04T10:30:00.000-08:00

Where the heck do I begin? If you are not a Giant fan, I imagine you still went through that game, saying to yourself - "this is the greatest thing I have ever seen!" If you are a Giant fan, I imagine you woke up today, without a voice, and your cheeks hurting like hell. This game had so much content, so many unbelievable plays, so much suspense, that I feel bad for whoever has to follow this one up.

And how about Plaxico being the smartest guy in the NFL? He said the Pats would only score 17, and everybody laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more. Especially Tommy boy, who found Plaxico's guarantee and prediction extremely humorous. Turned out Plax was being generous - as the Patsies only scored 14.

And, how great do you feel for this guy? All the bullshit this guy has endured in the NY market and also in the national scene. I don't care who you are, seeing Peyton cheer for his little brother, as he was en route to the biggest derailing in football history, got you automatically emotionally involved. There were so so many inspirational moments in this game, and there was just so much at stake. I can't believe a football game has moved me as this one has, but it was an experience that I will never forget. And for those of you who remember, I had a little poll set up back in the early fall, asking which team would hand the Pats their first loss. There were only 2 of us who voted for the Giants - Kristen, good lookin out!

As for me, the winning feeling will continue for a long while. Especially because I am really looking forward to seeing Giselle run down 5th Ave buck ass naked. She decided to open her mouth, on record, and said that if her Tommy boy didn't win the Superbowl, she would run naked through the streets of NY. I hope it is damn cold in Manhattan this week!!

The Giants brought back the age-old premise that Defense Wins Championships. End of Story! They proved that tenacity, committment, and rugged pursuit, will beat out flash and expectations any friggin day of the week. I am damn proud of this team, and I am damn proud to be a fan of the NY Football Giants. The vision of Michael Strahan flexing over a knocked-down and demoralized Brady, says it all. Like they did to Tony Romo earlier in the playoffs, the Giant's D-Line completely mind f-ed Tom Brady, and the entire offensive gameplan. NE, have fun with your 18 and 1 record - it means pure shit at this point. You will be remembered for nothing.

Job well done Big Blue...

Bill Clinton Disgraces Martin Luther King Jr.

2008-01-21T21:06:00.000-08:00

Just when you think this guy could not be a bigger piece of crap, he reminds you that he always has room to grow. All you ever hear about is how the Democratic party is the party of the black man, and how the Clintons are always looking for ways to show support for black people. What a crock of shit. Barack Obama is going to have a friggin field day with this clip, and he has every right to make an example of this performance.

Now believe you me, I get incredibly tired after sex as well, so I understand his desire to nod off and recharge his batteries. But of all the times to not be able to keep his cigar in his pants...

Giants Are Going To The Superbowl!

2008-01-21T20:04:00.000-08:00

Now believe me, no one in the world has been harder on this guy throughout his time with the New York Giants. And I mean no one. You have all seen it. The dopey expression on his face after screwing up, like he was trying to figure out if he remembered to take a pre-game dump. You would think the guy could give two shits whether he was playing in the NFL, or putting together legos. Either or, and he'd have the same happy look on his face.

But, then came the game against the Patriots, the last game of the regular season. I watched that semi-retarded bastard grow up right before my eyes. As soon as I watched this, I knew the Giants would be legit contenders for the Superbowl. As soon as the schedule was set, I called my buddy, and said they will get this done. No way they lose to Tampa Bay, no way they lose to that homosexual Romo three times in a season, and no way old man can be effective against the greatest D-line in football.

What an unbelievable game last night. Ups and downs, score changes, turnovers. Everything you want in a championship game. And, without a doubt, the kicker, Tynes, is the luckiest bastard in the world right now. Let's be honest, if that dipshit would have missed for a 3rd time, I'm thinking some fat Guinea bastard from northern Jersey busts a cap square in his face. Football and salami heros. Two things in life that when lost will bring an Italian to violence.

End of an Era

2008-01-10T12:49:00.000-08:00

Today, I lost my grandfather. Though his life had been dragging along for some time now, the ending happened all too quickly. An email from my father saying he had been taken to the hospital for an infection. Less than an hour later, a phone call, letting me know he had moved on from this world. As I sat there on the phone with my father, my grief became more for him than anything else. My grandfather had gotten his wish, he would now be with his wife that had left him some years earlier. His passing had become his only goal. But my father had always been the one trying to get my grandfather engaged in his own life once again. He wanted to see his father strong and full of life, not helpless and uninspired in a cold nursing home bed. As I was given the details of the events leading up to the passing, I kept trying to ask my father if he would be ok. Such simple words, but incredibly difficult for me to get out. Impossible for me to get out. I did not want any silence on the phone, I did not want a turn to speak. On one hand, I wanted to be strong for my father, didn't want him to know how I was breaking apart on the inside. But on the other, I just could not handle him telling me the truth. Plain and simple, my father is my hero. Always has been, always will be. And when he shows hurt and vulnerability, it cuts deeper than any knife. His voice grew shakier as he explained how he would be bringing the ashes back up to New York, to be laid atop those of my grandmother, and I fought back the tears with every ounce of strength I had. Just as I feared, the conversation was quiet now. I took a few deep breaths, and I thought of the right words to say. I thought about what his hero would have said to him. And then, with my eyes squeezed tightly, I asked him those very simple words, "are you going to be ok?" He said he would, but I knew the answer long before I struggled to get out the words. The conversation needed to end, my heart was breaking, and my strength was near its end. I told him that I loved him, closed the call, and allowed myself to stop being strong. Rest well PopPop, and tell Nana I love her...

Hillary Done????

2008-01-07T21:29:00.000-08:00

Give this article on Drudge a looksy.

Seems the crying candidate may be packing it in early. Seems fitting - not enough balls to get rid of her POS husband, not enough balls to finish the race. The story cites that Clinton may have exhausted all of her campaign funds...wtf? How is that possible?

http://www.drudgereport.com/flashhn.htm

WTF of the Week

2007-12-31T12:01:00.000-08:00

So, I go home for the holidays, and all I hear about is this Goddam game called Apples to Apples. Now, the last thing I want to do is give this game, or this company, any sort of free advertising. However, I feel compelled to get this message out to my public, in fear that some of you may encounter similar situations. My mother could not stop raving about this game. Then I had to hear it from my Aunt. Then I had to hear it over Christmas dinner from another friend of he family. So, of course, after this game getting completely emblazoned into my mind - the first thing I did when I returned - I bought the game. Now, my wife and I are major major major game players. Our competitiveness is clearly our curse, as we have both lost countless friends due to heated exchanges over board games. Pathetic, I know, but the truth none the less. Just dying to break out this game, we set up a gamenight, and told our friends coming it would just be the greatest friggin experience in their lives. We went on and on, about our family members going on and on about this game. I could not wait. All of a sudden I was 6 years old again, and just saw that Santa Claus ate his friggin cookie. Seriously, my level of excitement to break this puppy out was completely off the charts.

The moment arrived, the doorbell rang, and I could not wait to get this shit started. I cut all that small talk bs out, and lead everyone to our dining room table. Cracked open the game, and dug in for the directions. The directions turned out to be about one paragraph long, and already the letters WTF began circling in my head. One person is the judge for the round...people select a card that they believe corresponds to the judges card...judge select card they like best to correspond...game over. Shoot me in the face. Clearly we were missing something, like I chose the wrong version of the game or something. We played a few rounds, it still sucked, and I proceeded to collect my guest's game cards, placed everything back in the box, and walked outside to my trash cans. I threw the gamebox so goddam hard into the trash can that the green and read cards came flying back out at me - like one last FU in my face. My mother was lucky for the time difference, cuz I wanted to give her a phone call as well. Bottom line, that game was the biggest piece of shit I have ever come across, and I hope this post will save some of you from the hype and propaganda.

Father Kills Daughter Over Traditional Garb

2007-12-11T14:14:00.000-08:00

Yeah, let's just talk it out. Go get 'em Jimmy Carter, Al Gore, Sean Penn, and any other left-wing jack ass out there. Here, you have a father murder is own daughter because she wanted to look like the other kids, her friends, at school. His daughter wanted to dress differently from their traditional garb, and he f-ing killed her. Dead. I'm sure he is actually, a very rational man underneath it all. And, I am also sure that if you were able to sit down with some of his countrymen, Jimmy et al, you could cure all the problems of the middle east. These guys are just dying to talk it out, and then hug it out...

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=071211175557.p3d3kaah&show_article=1

Yet Another Healthcare Misconception

2007-12-11T13:20:00.001-08:00

In this article posted on ABC.com, you have nurses trying to further their bullshit cause by once again, lying to the public. To summarize, they attempt to use Dick Cheney's poor heart to draw parallels to those who are uninsured. They claim that without Cheney's terrific health insurance, he would have died long ago. How about giving some credit where credit is due? How about giving props to the greatest healthcare system in the world? This system that allows for illegal immigrants and the destitute to receive nothing less than the finest care in the world. I have seen the poorest of people in the world, people with social security numbers so fake, they have the wrong number of digits, receive nothing less then than the best products medical device companies make. My grandfather served his country proudly, and worked his entire life for a single company. He was as American as you can get. He now spends his life in a nursing home, without a single
asset to his name. The state even took his coveted Playboy subscription. And let me tell you, he is no better off than an individual that that crawled over the border 15 years ago, still speaking nothing but their native tongue. People that can't even afford a night at the movies will continue to receive the best medical products money can buy. My grandfather? He would receive whatever the VA or the facility he is resting in contracted out to the vendors. He will receive what ever products came in at the best price, the lowest price. The poor are at a disadvantage for many many things in life. But please, leave the healthcare issue alone, because it is a nightmarish quagmire of untruth. When people bring this shit up, it makes my blood boil, and people need to sift through the crap to uncover the truth.

http://blogs.abcnews.com/politicalradar/2007/12/nurses-union-ch.html

WTF of the Week...

2007-12-10T10:26:00.000-08:00

What the hell is this shit? For those of us who were major GNR fans, this will make you want to shoot yourself in the face. For those of you who were major Paul McCartney fans...who the hell am I kidding - you are not on this site. Anyhow, Fergie should really stick to shaking her fine ass while singing her bubble-gum pop music, because this performance was God Awful. I was a tad confused when I saw the standing O at the end of this face blast, but then I caught a glimpse of the "live audience." This may have very well been a warm-up to Bingo night.

Joe Horn Takes A Robbery By The Balls

2007-12-06T13:39:00.000-08:00

For those of you who have not yet heard about this story - it is indeed a wild one. This guy, Joe Horn, is Texan, through and through. You can really see the difference in people that were raised around guns and hunting, because this guy did not pause for more than 2 seconds before squeezing the trigger. He saw a crime being committed by two despicable representations of human beings, and he filled them both with shotgun lead. I feel nothing for the two pieces of shit left squirming on the road with their backs blown apart - maybe that makes me less of a human being myself. I would like to think I would do the same thing. And, I take great comfort in knowing that people like Joe Horn exist. By this story getting out, and getting coverage, scumbags will think twice before stepping foot onto someone else's property. I guess you've got to crack a few eggs, to make a good "huevos rancheros"

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,315477,00.html

WTF of the Week...

2007-11-25T21:44:00.000-08:00

I mean, what the hell...

So, let's set the scene. Philadelphia Eagles (5-5) entering the hostile environment of the 10-0 New England Patriots. From the word "go" Andy Reid was doing everything in his power to keep the Pats' high-powered offense off of the field. And his plan was working. To add to the story, AJ Feely was having himself one hell of a football game. After his interception thrown on the 1st drive, the guy looked like friggin Joe Montana out there. Quite impressive. More impressive, was the Eagle's defense, working overtime to stifle the ever dangerous Randy Moss. On the night of the NFL's largest ever point spread ever, the underdogs were doing there part to shove it right the odds maker's ass.

Then, on the final drive, to lead his Eagle team to victory, AJ Feely was brought back down to earth. You see, this is what separates the greats from not-so-goods. In an attempt to bring himself straight to the top of the NFL headlines this year, AJ Feely decided to shit the bed. Only three points down, with all the time in the world, and already within field goal range - AJ throws up a 40 yard bomb, straight into the hands of the defender, and gives the Pats their 11th win of the season. AJ Feely was 4 minutes away from greatness, and would have had an entire cheese steak nation asking "Donovan Who??" Instead, he makes my WTF of the week. Strong work.

Holiday Travel

2007-11-19T12:58:00.000-08:00

Two airline tickets - coach.
Los Angeles to New York for Christmas holiday.
Thirteen Hundred Dollars!
$1,300.00

Shoot me in the face....

WTF of the Week

2007-11-17T15:42:00.000-08:00

I am starting something new on the site. Every week, I am going to discuss the WTF story, person, or event, that instantaneously makes your jaw hit the floor. This week, I am going to make it very short and simple. After watching the Democratic debate, with their collection of complete misguided misfits, I realized that someone up there, really stood out like a champ. In a group that could easily be accepted as the Bad News Bears of politics, one guy would still be riding the pine - even if they couldn't field a full team. My choice for the WTF of the week -

Dennis Kucinich

Need I say anything more??

Barack Obama Protests the Pledge

2007-11-13T12:51:00.000-08:00

Talk about a picture being worth a thousand words....Or, more importantly, how a picture can make you feel a thousand different feelings. None of which, will cause me to pull a lever for this disrespectful, and despicable presidential hopeful. While our beloved men and women still spill their blood for our freedoms, this man cannot find the desency within himself to show respect to our national symbol. I see the flag waving in the wind, and I get teary eyed. This guy just passes it off as he goes through the motions of campaigning for a job. I see the flag and I think of my friend, Michal Murphy, burried under the soil that he died fighting for. I think of all the sacrifices seen through the years, and those we shall see in the future. Freedom is not free my friend Barack. Neither are the hearts and minds of the American people. Actions always speak louder than words...F U!

Heros in all shapes and colors...

2007-11-11T14:52:00.000-08:00

I thought this was worth seeing. Make sure you have your sound on when viewing, as the experience is pretty damn cool. Enjoy.

Hillary just sucks...

2007-11-10T15:55:00.000-08:00

Are you kidding me? When does the f-ing deceit end? This pathetic excuse for a woman and presidential candidate, can't even get through a single press conference without partaking in underhanded behavior. Her entire existence is so forced and artificial, that she needs planted college students to ask her canned questions. How is she still even on the map for this race? When will her supporters realize that they are being dealt THE largest shit sandwich ever?? With a year to go, I am really looking forward to the flow of information. The Clintons should have disappeared after Bill left the White House without serving jail time. We'll see what happens after Kathleen Willey's book "TARGET" begins to get more attention... Does anyone else find it funny that Bill Clinton is at all of Hillary's campaign events, getting the crowd riled up? It is completely hysterical! Bill F-ing Clinton. I mean, just watch him as he walks toward the podium these days. No actual steps required, he just slides across, and leaves behind a snail trail.

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