. . . and get a real job
This may be the most cynical, most un-PC, perhaps the rudest post I have had yet. But someone needs to say it. Michael Moore wont say it because it wont go against the president, the TV news rarely talk about anything this deep, and you wont read about it in any newspaper because it may offend those that use the paper for a pillow.
The issue is the homeless, bums, moochers, leeches, and general scabs on society. Why is it so hard to get a job? Why do I have to get flooded with requests for change when I'm walking down the street? Why do I have to go out of my way to avoid folks, or lie to those that I can't manage to avoid. Don't get me wrong I will occasionally help a person out, but it depends on my mood and their delivery. Isn't this behaviour the same as a telemarketer without the phone??? See you are qualified for something, now get your ass off the street.
There are different levels of bums in my mind. Street performers are not bums as they are providing entertainment. The next are the windshield washing bums, who are at least trying to provide a service. Then you have your bums that walk up and down the street, at least these have to motivation to move. One rung down from them are the ones that hang out on the sidewalk. Just sort of sit there and talk to folks as the pass. The worst type of bum is the intersection, sign holder. Your sign proves you are at least semi-literate, and you choice location shows you understand marketing. So get your ass out there and get a job.
This rant is inspired by a great cab ride I had today from a nice Russian guy. I got to pick his mind for 25 minutes or so as he picked me up from the cycle shop and took me home. He admitted he hated his job, but the language barrier is keeping him from doing what he was trained to do. Never did get around to finding out what that was. I also don't think his English was bad at all, very good conversationalist and had some deep thoughts that were fun to discuss. His comment that really got me was "If I wanted to be a bum I could do that in Russia. There are opportunities here." WOW Why cant the folks living on the street here see the opportunities that this guy sees. Even thousands of miles away from his family he keeps his held high and nose to the grindstone in order to make a better life for himself.
Opportunities are everywhere, if you want to find them. I know grown men and women don't like to work fast food but isn't that better than begging? I may be missing the entire appeal of the homeless, or I'm not open minded enough to understand all of the circumstances behind these peoples situation. If someone can explain it I am more than willing to listen.
Tonsil hockey is not a sport
From past posts you can tell I'm a huge sports fan. Football, baseball, hockey, curling . . wait I take that back. I watch live events, highlights, read articles and make up some of my own games in my head sometimes. From "experts" predictions, post game analysis, how folks have overcome hardships to get where they are all make great story lines.
What doesn't make a good story line in a sports section is "The BradyBundch." Yeah - haven't you heard? Like Oh my God. That hottie Tom Brady is with the victories Secret super model. Man she is soooo lucky. He is like totally hot. Yeah and like famous too. (my imitation of what a "sports writer" must be thinking when that write this crap) Between hearing about folks like Brady, Leinart, Tony Homo the stories don't stop. Hearing about dating is not the only thing that we have to listen to that doesn't deal with sports. We have to hear about divorces too.
What I am not sure of is where I want the line to be drawn. I like to read about arrests, injuries, and maybe even hobbies. I am not sure why the relationship gossip is something that I don't think belongs in this group, other than I don't want it there and we all know the world should conform to my wants.
What doesn't make a good story line in a sports section is "The BradyBundch." Yeah - haven't you heard? Like Oh my God. That hottie Tom Brady is with the victories Secret super model. Man she is soooo lucky. He is like totally hot. Yeah and like famous too. (my imitation of what a "sports writer" must be thinking when that write this crap) Between hearing about folks like Brady, Leinart, Tony Homo the stories don't stop. Hearing about dating is not the only thing that we have to listen to that doesn't deal with sports. We have to hear about divorces too.
What I am not sure of is where I want the line to be drawn. I like to read about arrests, injuries, and maybe even hobbies. I am not sure why the relationship gossip is something that I don't think belongs in this group, other than I don't want it there and we all know the world should conform to my wants.
American Idol
I hate American Idol!! It feels like I may be one of the few in America that have the courage to say it though. But maybe I'm the only one that dislikes the show. I don't have any animosity for people watching it just not a fan of the show itself. I don't watch American Idol because it doesn't interest me, I couldn't care less, it is boring, hackneyed, unoriginal (now), and just plain stupid. Ok, hate may be a tad to strong of a word, but what is life without a few hyperbole's to get an idea across?
What inspired this rant you ask?? It is the fact that I can not avoid hearing the full episode everywhere I turn. I don't mind the water cooler talk amongst coworkers at all. I also don't mind people asking me if I saw it, and what I thought of Bob Singerson. That is all fine and dandy. What sickens me is that every radio station I listen to replays it. Yes I listen to the good ol' fashioned radio, not XM or Sirius. I am very aware that I can change the channel as I am a huge proponent of the "If you don't like it - do not watch to it" mentality. Sadly every radio station ends up replaying the auditions. I have to hear these people that I purposely avoided. Why is it that these DJ's cant talk, play a professional singer, or just leave me to some dead air, instead of making me want to find the nearest long object that is about and 1/8th of an inch in diameter so that I can dig my eardrums out to avoid listening to this squirrel being gutted any longer. Why can't American Idol have some kind of disclaimer much like an NFL game with all of the "Any accounts of this game . ." blah blah "express written consent of the national football league" or whatever that crap is they spew at us during every telecast. That may keep these radio stations playing this. Although maybe these folks do have the appropriate consent.
Another reason this show grates on me is the fact that our society gets off on watching others fail. Oh hell who am I kidding, so do I. Why is it that these horrible singers have no friends to stop them from making a fool of themselves. There are plenty of folks that try out that have average, and maybe slightly above voices, but these folks don't get shown because that is not what people want to see. Do parents have no pride in their family name? I know it must be hard to tell your kid that they are not good at something but consider the consequences. Either you tell them that they sing like Helen Keller when they should only be singing like Anne Frank (complete whisper) or you let a weaselly Brit tell them the same thing but even more harsh. Speaking of the British prick, is it me or does he always have a black t-shirt on. Granted this observation is only made by a few cursory glances while passing by.
What it comes down to . . . . don't let your friends embarrass themselves without alcohol.
Not my best rant but I needed to vent.
What inspired this rant you ask?? It is the fact that I can not avoid hearing the full episode everywhere I turn. I don't mind the water cooler talk amongst coworkers at all. I also don't mind people asking me if I saw it, and what I thought of Bob Singerson. That is all fine and dandy. What sickens me is that every radio station I listen to replays it. Yes I listen to the good ol' fashioned radio, not XM or Sirius. I am very aware that I can change the channel as I am a huge proponent of the "If you don't like it - do not watch to it" mentality. Sadly every radio station ends up replaying the auditions. I have to hear these people that I purposely avoided. Why is it that these DJ's cant talk, play a professional singer, or just leave me to some dead air, instead of making me want to find the nearest long object that is about and 1/8th of an inch in diameter so that I can dig my eardrums out to avoid listening to this squirrel being gutted any longer. Why can't American Idol have some kind of disclaimer much like an NFL game with all of the "Any accounts of this game . ." blah blah "express written consent of the national football league" or whatever that crap is they spew at us during every telecast. That may keep these radio stations playing this. Although maybe these folks do have the appropriate consent.
Another reason this show grates on me is the fact that our society gets off on watching others fail. Oh hell who am I kidding, so do I. Why is it that these horrible singers have no friends to stop them from making a fool of themselves. There are plenty of folks that try out that have average, and maybe slightly above voices, but these folks don't get shown because that is not what people want to see. Do parents have no pride in their family name? I know it must be hard to tell your kid that they are not good at something but consider the consequences. Either you tell them that they sing like Helen Keller when they should only be singing like Anne Frank (complete whisper) or you let a weaselly Brit tell them the same thing but even more harsh. Speaking of the British prick, is it me or does he always have a black t-shirt on. Granted this observation is only made by a few cursory glances while passing by.
What it comes down to . . . . don't let your friends embarrass themselves without alcohol.
Not my best rant but I needed to vent.
Superbowl makes history
In less than two weeks, two classy coaches, two great staffs, and the two best teams in the NFL will face each other in a game that features championship teams, commercials, and maybe a wedding proposal. There are so many story lines we will hear about . . . Peyton over coming the hump. T-Rex in the Superbowl? Will there be a Superbowl shuffle remix? Two good friends coaching opposite each other - oh did I mention that the two coaches are black. Let the one-track-minded media begin the regurgitation of the same story now.
In this time of teaching tolerance and equality (why do we choose the word tolerance and not acceptance), why is that for the next two weeks we will have to hear what an amazing feat it is that two black coaches will be opposing each other in the Super Bowl? That may seem like an extremely callous, insensitive, and ignorant thing to say, and admittedly it may be. I sincerely don't intend it to come across that way, but I am sure that it may.
We attempt to teach our children (and many adults) respect, acceptance (I'm starting the revolution now), and blindness. We do this by telling them that everyone is the same, women should be paid the same as men, and not to stare at the one legged person in the wheelchair wearing an eye patch. So how do we do this? Apparently by constantly pointing out differences and telling people that we are more different than alike. For an outsider or someone unfamiliar with our "beat it to death" media style it could come across as a striking fundamental difference from our "all men are created equal" guarantee. Would this not appear to go against that cornerstone of our freedom?
This story line is great for us as a nation and a society. But, like many other stories in our unoriginal media it will be created, regurgitated, shoved in our face, until sick of the same phrases uttered from every media outpost. We will hear the same "thoughts" about how these two great, wise friends that have been through so much will continue to do what they love. Well will probably hear comparisons to many other great people that have broken barriers, but none of it will bring about wide spread revelations. This game will not change people sadly. If a person is racist, bigoted, or hateful, this game will not change their small mind about how everyone should be treated equal. It scares me to say but I think this much press and publicity about two black head coaches, the "Rooney Rule", etc may trigger some sort of weird, wire crossed mental delusion, that can be turned around and used as propaganda. Resentment may then grow around this story and leak into some of our societies weak minded individuals.
Please don't get me wrong. Firsts are great. Everyone loves to witness and even be a part of history. These men are making history and I commend both of them on coaching superior football teams. I understand that this event is significant, but people need to shut up about it until you can put a new spin on it. This game is full of many storylines, and in the spirit of equality here are a few that may or may not be worth mentioning.
In this time of teaching tolerance and equality (why do we choose the word tolerance and not acceptance), why is that for the next two weeks we will have to hear what an amazing feat it is that two black coaches will be opposing each other in the Super Bowl? That may seem like an extremely callous, insensitive, and ignorant thing to say, and admittedly it may be. I sincerely don't intend it to come across that way, but I am sure that it may.
We attempt to teach our children (and many adults) respect, acceptance (I'm starting the revolution now), and blindness. We do this by telling them that everyone is the same, women should be paid the same as men, and not to stare at the one legged person in the wheelchair wearing an eye patch. So how do we do this? Apparently by constantly pointing out differences and telling people that we are more different than alike. For an outsider or someone unfamiliar with our "beat it to death" media style it could come across as a striking fundamental difference from our "all men are created equal" guarantee. Would this not appear to go against that cornerstone of our freedom?
This story line is great for us as a nation and a society. But, like many other stories in our unoriginal media it will be created, regurgitated, shoved in our face, until sick of the same phrases uttered from every media outpost. We will hear the same "thoughts" about how these two great, wise friends that have been through so much will continue to do what they love. Well will probably hear comparisons to many other great people that have broken barriers, but none of it will bring about wide spread revelations. This game will not change people sadly. If a person is racist, bigoted, or hateful, this game will not change their small mind about how everyone should be treated equal. It scares me to say but I think this much press and publicity about two black head coaches, the "Rooney Rule", etc may trigger some sort of weird, wire crossed mental delusion, that can be turned around and used as propaganda. Resentment may then grow around this story and leak into some of our societies weak minded individuals.
Please don't get me wrong. Firsts are great. Everyone loves to witness and even be a part of history. These men are making history and I commend both of them on coaching superior football teams. I understand that this event is significant, but people need to shut up about it until you can put a new spin on it. This game is full of many storylines, and in the spirit of equality here are a few that may or may not be worth mentioning.
- First time a quarterback from Tennessee and Florida start a Super Bowl game, let alone go against each other
- Indi has outscored the bears 820 - 687 in a total of 37 meetings and holds a 22-15 edge in wins
- The famous '85 Bears beat the colts 17-10
- The last time these teams met (2004) the Colts stomped the Bears 41-10 with Peyton going 17-28 for 4 touchdowns and no pickles. The Bears lone touchdown came on a two yard pass from Craig Krenzel (from where??) to Dustin Lyman. Even though Dustin is still listed on the Bears roster he has no stats for the last two year. I smell a trick play.
- Ricky Proehl (3/7/1968) is the oldest player on either roster. Marvin Harrison is the third oldest player on either roster (08/25/1972). Could this be his last year?
- Poor Edgerin James
Maybe I just read too many sports articles or watch too much Sports Center, but this is a storyline we will all have to be ready to hear. Football fan or not.
Elevator sighers
Most people that work in an office where the elevator is the main mode of vertical transportation has more than likely met this person. Here is the scenario:
You are on the elevator in plenty of time to arrive to the office without having to worry about missing a meeting, or ignoring any of your own responsibilities. Suddenly Indiana Jones cracks their whip inside and grabs onto a hand rail and pulls themselves inside before the trap door smooshes them or the boulder behind them crushes them. Their face flushed sweat beading up on their foreheads, and an angry tribe of natives shooting at them with arrows.
In their haste to enter they barely realize that someone else is on THEIR elevator. The nerve!! Once they realize they are not alone AND that the number already illuminated is lower than theirs which guarantees a 7.32 second delay in their busy schedule, their 10mm sigh-gun by is loaded with a deep breath. The sigh that escapes from their, soon to be pursed, lips is one that is usually reserved for a 3 year old prior to a tantrum that involves kicking, screaming, and their personal lack of a toy called something like the electronic-tickle-my-wiggle-barny-pants or some such contraction. The world falls black and the red glow seeping from their eye holes begins to scorch the pseudo-wood surroundings. The only other colors in the elevator is is the incessant blue flash from the bluetooth headset that all important people feel the need to wear as a badge of importantness.
Suck it up champ. Your inability to set your blackberry, secondary phone, HDTV timer or the old school alarm thing that would have allowed you to get your overpaid, underworking ass into the office on time is not my problem. Maybe skipping that "grande, no whip, soy, extra hot, Peppermint Mochachino with 1 shot, 2 equals and a splenda" would have saved you the precious seconds you are now missing. Until you can open up power bar breakfast and find that magical golden ticket that will eventually win you that coveted private glass elevator you will have to continue to ride the elevator with the rest of us measly people that know how to plan our time.
These are the same people that as the doors open and the fake florescent "light" breaks the blinding darkness continue to stand in the middle of the open doors and make my elegant exit difficult. I'm not a small guy, but I dont take the width of the entire width of the double door to extricate myself either. You just had 9 floors to decide which way you would scoot once this trying moment came but the best you can do is stand there looking confused like this is the first morning we have danced this dance. Try being more like the pawn on a chessboard and take one step forward, I have faith you can do it
One of these days as I leave I want to reach back and hit every stupid button between the current floor and the one that you get off at. Oh that makes me a prick? It is either that or I wrap that power tie around your neck until your face turns the same color as the pink shirt you wear because it makes you look sensative!!
You are on the elevator in plenty of time to arrive to the office without having to worry about missing a meeting, or ignoring any of your own responsibilities. Suddenly Indiana Jones cracks their whip inside and grabs onto a hand rail and pulls themselves inside before the trap door smooshes them or the boulder behind them crushes them. Their face flushed sweat beading up on their foreheads, and an angry tribe of natives shooting at them with arrows.
In their haste to enter they barely realize that someone else is on THEIR elevator. The nerve!! Once they realize they are not alone AND that the number already illuminated is lower than theirs which guarantees a 7.32 second delay in their busy schedule, their 10mm sigh-gun by is loaded with a deep breath. The sigh that escapes from their, soon to be pursed, lips is one that is usually reserved for a 3 year old prior to a tantrum that involves kicking, screaming, and their personal lack of a toy called something like the electronic-tickle-my-wiggle-barny-pants or some such contraction. The world falls black and the red glow seeping from their eye holes begins to scorch the pseudo-wood surroundings. The only other colors in the elevator is is the incessant blue flash from the bluetooth headset that all important people feel the need to wear as a badge of importantness.
Suck it up champ. Your inability to set your blackberry, secondary phone, HDTV timer or the old school alarm thing that would have allowed you to get your overpaid, underworking ass into the office on time is not my problem. Maybe skipping that "grande, no whip, soy, extra hot, Peppermint Mochachino with 1 shot, 2 equals and a splenda" would have saved you the precious seconds you are now missing. Until you can open up power bar breakfast and find that magical golden ticket that will eventually win you that coveted private glass elevator you will have to continue to ride the elevator with the rest of us measly people that know how to plan our time.
These are the same people that as the doors open and the fake florescent "light" breaks the blinding darkness continue to stand in the middle of the open doors and make my elegant exit difficult. I'm not a small guy, but I dont take the width of the entire width of the double door to extricate myself either. You just had 9 floors to decide which way you would scoot once this trying moment came but the best you can do is stand there looking confused like this is the first morning we have danced this dance. Try being more like the pawn on a chessboard and take one step forward, I have faith you can do it
One of these days as I leave I want to reach back and hit every stupid button between the current floor and the one that you get off at. Oh that makes me a prick? It is either that or I wrap that power tie around your neck until your face turns the same color as the pink shirt you wear because it makes you look sensative!!
Genius
This has been bugging me for years. Well 3 of the last 6 at least. Bill Belichik= genius? BULLSHIT!! Why do I go against the sportswriters and talking heads that seem to praise this man everyday here are the top four reasons:
- Geniuses don't wear hoodies with cut off sleeves!! Actually . . . Self respecting, 55 year old men should not wear hoodies with cutoff sleeves. Especially those making millions a year, and on a national stage. As soon as I see a scientist announce the for cure aids at a press conference wearing a hoodie I MAY change my opinion on this. If you do a Google image search for the "genius" you will be disgusted by the amount of hoody shots. The cover of his book has the guy in a sweatshirt. Is that how you would want to be thought of? Not me, but that is why I sit here and write and he coaches maybe.
- In the closing moments of the Colts win who stood on the sideline doing nothing but pulling on the neckline of the magical sweatshirt. Well if I have to tell you go back to the beginning of this post you fucking idiot. Yup . . as the golden boy stood on the sideline with his normal look of determination (I hate him too but that is for later) Billy B did nothing other than stand there tugging his neckline. Granted as a television viewer I was only allowed to see certain snippets of the sideline actions since the Tom Brady network is not yet fully been inked. It surprises me with as much as the media loves the Brain Trust and the Golden Boy, especially in the matchup against the Colts, that we dont get a seperate channel with a split screen viewing for each of the chosen. In those closing moments I never once saw coaching advice (hey tom no interceptions here OK?), or even emotion. Maybe I missed it though.
- Ok what makes him a genius? 3 Superbowl in 5 make it six years? WAIT a second. How can that be his record . . .oh it isn't. As a head coach the genius only has 3 titles 12 years as a head coach. Not quite as remarkable now. That includes a 36-44 record at Cleveland (.450 winning percentage) Even Wally Lemm had a .500 record after 139 games. This begs the question can a person become a genius?? Does just Superbowl victories alone make a genius or can Marv Levy be a genius for 4 appearances in 4 years? His "great defensive mind" has only had his defenses as an average as the 16th best in yards allowed throughout his 12 year career, including a 26 ranking last year. (4 of those 12 years only had 28 teams in the league so he was below the coveted .500 mark once again)
- Class. Maybe this is not a given trait of a genius, but I would think that someone as smart as Billy B would be able to earn, and teach respect. His teams classless dance on the bolts logo after a great (if not lucky) win showed the amount of control he has over a team that he gets credit for their successes. As a leader and a person that claims, and is generously doled, kudos on HIS contributions to a team, should the reverse be true also. After all a team seems to be a reflection of its coach in times of highs, but in lows many coaches seem to get separated from the pack. This coupled with the treatment of Mangini in the two meetings this year was despicable. The avoidance in the first meeting, and then the forced brotherly hug because he won the second meeting. blah! Class . . .
If I really tried (maybe stretched) I am sure I could come up with a few more, but I think those pretty much sum up the point I am trying to make.
I submit to you that the genius behind the Patsies Superbowl victories was Adam Vinatieri. Who kicked in the snow? Who ended the Superbowl? Who was missing this year, but still is on his way to Miama? One hint - not the "genius"
What I will concede: Belicheck has the longest winning streak of any coach. There I said it, but does that qualify his as a genius.
Think I'm wrong - blurt it out
What is an opinionated jerk?
Me. I have so many opinions on stupid shit you will not believe. Not all of it is PC, not all of it is coherent, but all of it will be backup up by "facts". You don't like my random thoughts? Tough shit keep reading and maybe, just maybe, you can step up and make me reconsider my something with some kind counter pointless post.
Many thoughts on sports, very little on politics, and maybe an occasional deep thought. Some posts may ramble for a few days before I beat them to death, while other may just be a passing comment.
I guess what it comes down to is STFU up read.
Many thoughts on sports, very little on politics, and maybe an occasional deep thought. Some posts may ramble for a few days before I beat them to death, while other may just be a passing comment.
I guess what it comes down to is STFU up read.
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