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- Graduated from law school
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- English (Fluently), Spanish (Poorly)
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National Care Bear League
So, there's loosely evidenced rumors and speculation now that the Washington Redskins - who have recently been under scrutiny for their oh-so-offensive politically incorrect team name, an issue apparently important enough in America that Emperor Bobo felt compelled to weigh in on it. (Yea, never mind the bottomless pit of scandals that are UselessCare/ObamaHarm, Benghazi, IRS targeting, Wiretaps on EVERYONE IN THE WORLD, Fast & Furious, Perjury from Eric Holder, GSA Party Time, Solyndra, oh my god how long does this list go on?!)
But yea, Redskins. Offensive. Because THAT'S important.
Anyway, the rumor is that Dan Synder's (owner of the Redskins) neighbor registered the name Washington Bravehearts for football related purposes. It's a weak link, sure - but an awfully suspicious one (especially because Snyder is claiming not to even know the guy, when he clearly does). But more ridicule worthy is the name itself, if true, that they're looking to change.
Yea, I get it. It's trying to respect the tribal origins of "Redskins" while giving it a more empowering (to those oh-so-offended... who again?) and politically sensitive branding. Problem is, you say Braveheart to any child of the 80s and you'll get one of two results: Braveheart, or Brave Heart.
The first one doesn't make any sense from a political correctness standpoint because... what, we're going to go from offending injuns to scots? So, common thought is going to direct us to the latter.
OK, so which other potentially offensive NFL teams can we replace with Care Bears?
Chiefs? Sorry KC, you're now the Funshines.
Saints? How about the New Orleans Friends.
Vikings? Let's go with Minnesota Cozy Hearts.
Raiders? I think the Oakland Grumpy Bears is fitting. (Boy, what is it with those Raiders fans...)
Buccaneers? I guess they'll have to be the Tampa Bay Tenderhearts.
Of course, with all these bear names, Chicago already being Duh Bears will need to be renamed to separate them. Chicago... what do we think of when we think of Chicago. Ahh, yes, the Chicago Treatheart Pigs - seeing as how so many of its politicians (including a former senator now turned president) are loathesome gluttons treating themselves to the high life on the taxpayers dime. That seems appropriate.
Political correctness is stupid. People who think politically correctness is important are stupid. Liberals are stupid. Obama is stupid. God, what is wrong with all of them, that THIS consumes ANY of their attention when there's so much else going on to be all, "OMG WTF" about. Seriously.
I'm a Masculinist. I'm not anti-women, I'm simply pro-man.
I'm not a, "I disagree with you but I respect your position" kind of guy. I'm more "You are wrong and I don't respect your position because it's wrong, and here's why."
Quote: "I can imagine AT subtly torturing animals such as dogs which can vaguely guess at his emotions, but are otherwise way out of their element and completely unable to discern what is actually happening to them." -7/2010
Quote: "AT is like absinthe. If you can't handle it, stay away from it." -8/2010
Quote: "atomicturtle: your thinking is sorta terrifying, but in a good way." -1/2011
I am a juggernaut of sin. And according to the comments in my journal, I'm shallow, cold, and soulless.
B) Superman, Batman, 5th Element, Equilibrium, American Psycho, Inside Man, HEAT, Man on Fire, National Treasure, 15 Minutes - anything with action and adventure, or that makes you think. Explosions and gunfire are a plus. Comedies and dramas tend to bore me. Loving the shows The Walking Dead and Alphas.
C) Anything except country. Country sucks. Also, I'm not a big fan of all this new age emo, fake-indie, MTV-radio friendly junk. I tend mainly towards Funk, Soul, and 80-90s music (I grew up with grunge rock and gangsta rap). I really like the downtempo scene too. Listening to a lot of Within Temptation lately.
D) I tend to stick to American/European foods. I can't stand Indian food, or Thai food, or sushi, or whatever. Just give me a steak and a beer and I'm happy.
My bead necklace, my car, comic books, alcohol, bass, money.
The explanation for all these things can be found HERE.
"It's extremely cruel to be honest." Does anyone other than me know what that saying actually means? Or who said it?
Oh, and daffodils. Think about it.
Previous Journal Entries
Things That Made Me Laugh Today
So, Playstation has come out with this great new idea to exchange trophies for exclusive in-game add-ons and downloads basically via auction. Brilliant marketing idea, and suddenly those trophies don't seem so stupid (despite my obsession with them). Their name for it, however, is even better.
You're thinking... what? Ahh, but go to the website for it: https://playstation.greatnessexchange.com/
Yep. You thought you were exchanging trophies for prizes. What you were REALLY doing was undergoing the Great NES Sex Change.
Went to the bookstore today. Laughed very loud when I saw copies of Bret Easton Ellis books inter-spaced between copies of the newest Nonsense Feminist Ragedump posing as information, "The Book of Jezebel."
Made me laugh. Great job bookstore prankster!
ps. I've always kind of assumed Anna Holmes suffers from the worst case of literal penis envy EVER.
Not only for the fact that this is a story about a police officer attempting to mace and then repeatedly discharging his firearm to deal with a squirrel - but, god, what a metaphor for the current political climate.
(If you get what I'm saying about this "Look, squirrel!" administration and mainstream media, and the idiot conservatives that immediately start shooting blindly to go after it - apparently oblivious to the REAL problems that require immediate intervention and effectively giving President Hates Americans a pass on them.)
Ahhh... good day. Funny day. I like funny days.
Fuck You Michelle - Freedom of Choice
So, among the other sin, vice and excess that is Las Vegas, we have the Heart Attack Grill, owned by a dude who straight up tells you, "This is bad for you. This will kill you. No, seriously, here are the ashes of some dude who died here, from eating my food. Want a burger? Hell, I'll put the ashes ON the burger if you want."
What happened to America that we used to see that as... y'know, a challenge. Not as some horror story segueing into a lecture about obesity and diabetes - but like, "Hey, fuck yea. Bring it on!" Anyone beside me remember the day when you could walk into a steakhouse and some guy in a 10-gallon hat would bet you the meal you couldn't finish his 60oz porterhouse? And when you DID, not only was he glad to give you the meal, he put your picture up on the wall and gave you his hat?
Does anyone beside me MISS those days?
I guess I love how this guy pulls no punches. He guises it up as this whole, "The other chains lie to you, I'll tell you the truth!" But I think the REAL message behind it is, "Bro, if you want to eat yourself into cardiac arrest - I won't stop you. Because why should I? It's your life, do what you want with it! AMERICA!"
I've always loved that sentiment. I mean, pick your subject. Seatbelt laws, helmet laws, DUI laws - man, whatever happened to the day when we looked at the idea of strapping ourselves into a rocket and pointing it at the sky - with NO idea what would happen or how, or if it would kill us and we were like, "Hey, yea, what the hell - let's light this candle!"
We used to have balls.
Now we have a fat, scowling, self-loathing, self-appointed nutrition-czar bitch barking, "LET'S MOVE!" With all her liberal lackeys sucking kale-shakes and wearing nut-huggers as they bicycle down the freeway fawning all over the idea of HEALTH - BY FORCE! Whether you like it or not!
Screw that noise. You know what I love about this country? The fact that we can serve a coronary on a plate, charge money for it, and allow people the freedom to eat it if they dare. That's cool. Freedom is awesome. Freedom to do the stupidest shit we can think of, and freedom to profit off of people's desire to do the stupidest shit they can think of - that's what it's all about folks.
It's freedom baby.
Who here is against freedom? (Other than the Obamas?)
And before any of you losers start whining about the costs of healthcare for these fat pigs - dude, which is really the problem? The fact that Fatty McFat can eat himself into a coma, or the fact that the State has to fit the bill? Who here is REALLY against the idea of saying to Fatty McFat - hey, greasepores, pay your own damn medical bills. Your bills are your problem.
I mean, really.
10/1/13 - Sandwiches are awesome. Feminists are stupid.
You know what are awesome? Sandwiches. You know what are more awesome? Sandwiches my wife makes for me. I don't know what it is. I mean, I make a pretty mean sandwich. But my wife can make the same exact sandwich, and somehow - it's better.
I'm personally partial to maple turkey with swiss, pepperjack, and bacon on 12-grain bread with lettuce, tomato, onion, and just the hint of finely diced jalapeno. Easy on the condiments please (I'm a firm believer that condiments will ruin the component flavors of your dish if not used VERY sparingly). Salt, pepper, and maybe a little butter or olive oil on the bread will work - no need to slather it with whipped egg and vinegar. And I make that sandwich pretty well. Hell, I've been doing it for the better part of fifteen years. But my wife? God, I don't know what she does to it, but her version of that same sandwich with those same ingredients is culinary heaven.
Maybe that's why I can identify with this NY Post story, 'I'm 124 sandwiches away from an engagement ring'.
This is a lovely article about a nice young lady who learned to make delicious sandwiches because her boyfriend loves them. Because, y'know what ladies? Men love sandwiches. We do. We especially love them when our lady makes them for us. Not because we view her as some subordinate, kitchen-bound sandwich maker (though we might make the occasional teasing tongue-in-cheek remark to that effect) - but because when a woman makes a sandwich for a man, she makes it with all kinds of love.
And you can taste it.
And we love being loved. Especially when it's so clearly expressed in something as simple as a sandwich.
Of course, with their singular mission to destroy happiness everywhere, feminists started shrieking bloody murder as their collective empty heads exploded. Yes, women came out of the woodwork to denounce this simple story about a woman having the audacity to do something nice for her man because she loves him.
"I dont even have anything witty to say about this because its so awful," says internet nobody Patty from Kansas (who clearly has some kind of grudge against apostrophes). "Instead of asking for a ring from "make me a sandwich" guy, I recommend changing the locks when he goes to work," says professional pissed off whiner Amanda Marcotte. "Wait a second: this asshole was literally waking up every morning and saying "Why haven't you made me a sandwich yet?" says androgynous PMSNBC reporter Chrissy Hayes.
How sad it must be for these women not to have a man in their life who appreciates their sandwiches. How beastly it must be for a man to request and thank the woman in his life for taking the time to make him a love-filled sandwich. Or, as Will Jacobson put it, "Really, what do you care? I thought feminism meant empowering women to make their own choices. I guess it meant empowering you to make choices for women who don't make the choices you would make."
I love the simple but elegant three line response Smith replied to these harpies:
"Eric is the type of guy that at least deserved one sandwich. And I'm the kind of woman that wanted to make him one. I'm no less of a woman because I decided to make him 300 after a flip joke."
Bam. Who wants to try and criticize THAT?
I suppose I particularly identify with this because, like Eric, I am more often the gourmet cook in my family. (I even make awesome sandwiches. Email me if you want recipes so I can ignore your requests and lord my culinary secrets over you.) Yep. I do the majority of the kitchen work - breakfast AND dinner (and I'm really good at it, if I can pat myself on the back for the moment). But every once in awhile on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, after having done housework or swamping myself in work I didn't bother to do during the week, I'll walk into the kitchen and my wife will say, "Sit down honey, I made you a sandwich."
And every single time that sandwich is awesome.
Because a sandwich made by your lady is... well, it's beyond words. It's just that good.
It's a sandwich made of love.
Who could possibly begrudge that, and why?
Oh, and dude - don't insist on taking me to a club. I'm a grown-up now. College has been over for ten years. Bar, yes. Lounge, yes. Club, no. I don't understand anyone over 25 that's still into that scene.
Not so much the anime though - except maybe for Vandread. It's one of the only things that tends to pull a genuine smile out of me.
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