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Its time to get high (its time to get high)
Its time to get high (its time to get high)
Its time to get high (yeah)
It’s time to get high!
Definitely a proud day for Toko & Los Marijuanos
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Tomorrow is the Superbowl. The usual hype that leads up to the game has been somewhat diminished this year. There are no TO’s or similar icons of depravity that the media loves to hate. Instead, this year, we get two teams that play the old fashioned way led by two guys who could join your church choir tomorrow.
If they can sing, that is.
On the one hand, we have Kurt Warner. A devout Christian, with a recently redesigned wife, who is about as controversial as lint. On the other, we have Ben Roethlisberger. A genuinely nice guy who is at the prime of his career and is beloved by fans and players alike.
Plus, as an added bonus, both starting QBs have won the Superbowl before.
There have been no guns, no gangs, no strip clubs, no drunken walks - while begging for sex - down the streets of Miami at 3:00 AM. In fact, nothing much at all when you get right down to it.
All in all, the best anyone could come up with was ragging a bit on Troy Polamalu’s hair. And even that article, by Rick Telander, was more about making fun of the assembled media than anything else.
So, what are we left with?
The ads, of course. They are usually worth a chuckle now and then. And, the pre-game events that usually leave people misty eyed, over things they never think about normally, will get plenty of play. Of course, we will get the annual lip service to patriotism and the token member of the military trotted out for reasons as obscure as can be. Don’t get me wrong, I am a big fan of our troops and the freedoms we enjoy thanks to their sacrifices. But, at events like this, it comes off more akin to the exploitation of Jerry’s Kids than anything useful for them or us.
I’ll tell you what; if the NFL & NBC took 10% of the ad revenue generated by this event and gave it to the front line troops to be used for the supplies they are sorely lacking, then I won’t care if they line up 30 Special Forces Commandos to do the Bunny Hop at halftime.
Hell, I’ll lead.
Additionally, we will be treated to the half time show featuring Bruce Springsteen. While I doubt that he will have a “wardrobe malfunction’, even if he did I would probably still be yawning. I am told that he will appeal to people “of a certain age.” Cool, keep those nursing homes rocking I always say.
Anyway, as I asked earlier, what are we left with? How about something new? Like, I don’t know, the actual game?
The #1 ranked defense squaring off against the #2 ranked offense is not a recipe for boredom. Neither team runs the ball very well, but neither has to. They are each built on passes, both short and long, and their ability to do that while still controlling the clock.
This is going to be, in the immortal words of John Madden (who, much to my surprise, is still alive); “A snot knocker.” In other words, forget about the crap and the hype, tune in just for the game (you’ll get to spend some quality time with your family that way) and enjoy the two best teams this season had to offer slugging it out on the field.
Which, when all is said and done, is the way it is supposed to be.
Take a good look at the image to your right. Every other picture is from a PETA ad. The remainder are all from international beer ads from major companies.
Yesterday, the international media were reporting that PETA was denied air time during the Superbowl because their ad was TOO SEXY. Go ahead and click it. You’ll survive.
No matter what you think of PETA, this is stupid and this is censorship. They would be far from the first company or organization to use blatant sexual references to sell something during the Superbowl. In fact, The Manofest web site has put together TOP 10 SEXIEST SUPERBOWL COMMERCIAL BABES. They didn’t generate that list from banned ads. Just the ones that were beamed directly into your living room and that you discussed the next day at work.
Moreover, the actual message of the PETA ad, that vegetarians have better sex, would seem to dovetail neatly with the beer ads that imply that drinking beer will get you laid in the first place. I am guessing that beer drinking vegetarians would be knee deep in booty by the end of their first month on the program.
In fact, one could imagine beer drinking vegetarians vibrating in an elevator suffering through withdrawal-like symptoms trying to make it from floor to floor without dropping trou or hiking their skirt, as the case may be.
THE NY DAILY NEWS has now added PETA to the list of companies that the right-minded regiments of the Superbowl have deemed inappropriate for commercial airing. The list is pretty mind numbing. And, because they still seem to have some vestige of freedom left, the NY Times has posted all the banned ads for you to watch.
The message seems clear; either you get your titillation the way your grandpappy did or you don’t get it at all.
By now you have clicked on all the links so you may be needing a five minute privacy break in the nearest bathroom stall. This would be the time to take that moment and then come back for the rest.
Welcome back. I find it a little hard to believe that a celebration of blood, pain and violence cheered on by scantily clad women and bare chested neantherdals is now becoming the arbiter of American morals. If it were bare chested women and scantily clad neantherdals doing the cheering, my feeling would be the same.
If PETA wants you to think that a beer and broccoli combo, even though it may be malodorous, is your key to sexual ecstasy, then I, for one, see no reason to deny them the chance to toss 3 million dollars into the economy and let the public decide. After all, if people are so insulated as to be aroused by a veggie wielding lingerie model then there isn’t much hope for society in the first place, is there?
In the meantime, our very own DUI Attorney, who still thinks that PETA stands for People Eating Tasty Animals, has already started a thread, so CLICK HERE TO CELEBRATE NAKED VEGETABLES!
Willie Stark: They fooled you 1,000 times, just like they fooled me. But this time, I’ll fool somebody. I’ll stay in this race. I’m on my own and out for blood. Listen to me, you hicks! Lift up your eyes and look at God’s blessed and unfly-blown truth. This is the truth! You’re a hick. Nobody ever helped a hick but a hick himself. Listen to me, listen to me! They were going to use me to split the vote. But I’m standing here now on my hind legs. Even a dog can learn to do that. Are you standing on your hind legs? Have you learned that yet? Here it is, you hicks! Nail up anybody who stands in your way. Nail up Joe Harrison! Nail up McMurphy! If they don’t deliver, give me the hammer and I’ll do it. I want his throat cut from ear to ear.
The farce is over.
The Illinois Senate for once acted like responsible politicians and perhaps more importantly, exhibited community leadership with respect to law and order.
59-0. Goodbye Rod Blagojevich. And not just today but also tomorrow, the next day and every other day hereafter.
Admittedly, the dismissal of the Governor was anything but unpredictable. However, it was striking that unanimity was achieved. If anything, yeseterday’s unity might ironically serve as Blagojevich’s most credible achievement in state politics.
As a tax paying citizen in Illinois, it was heartening to bear witness to a collective assembly of elected officials remaining steadfastly calm and orderly in the face of the Blago-krieg New York publicity tour. And furthermore, the Senate is to be commended for respecting the Governor’s allotted time granted for presenting a closing statement, even when most of Blagojevich’s rhetoric prefaced a hell of a lot of alleged achievements solely towards his own career while condemning the entire impeachment process.
However lost in yesterday’s political bustle was any remorse exhibited by a defiant and clearly incorrigible Rod Blagojevich. In the aftermath, he simply retorted, “Sorry for what?”
Governorship is a privilege. And it is not a right. A fundamental point never once acknowledged or appreciated by the former Governor and soon to be federal prisoner.
Perhaps the lack of sorrow or admittance of any significant wrongdoing on the part of Blagojevich is because he believes that pay to play politics are the norm and to hell with the rules. Of course, this has been an ongoing tragic chapter in Illinois politics since the days of Abe. His admission of suspicious campaign fund raising was astonishing by which Blagojevich was so casually matter of fact and widespread indicting towards others. Not once was he contrite. If anything, he was on the offense that if he should be fired, then so should every other Illinois politician. Extrapolating upon that madness further, Blagojevich threw out the ludicrous notion that impeaching him would set a dangerous precedence for future Governors.
Well, if future Governors attempt to pull the same pay to play garbage as Rod Blagojevich, then such deterrence is clearly warranted.
And there lies the true tragedy of the entire Rod Blagojevich political career. A man once popular in the state for rhetoric against political corruption without any personal ethics or individual morality towards holding up his end of the bargain. End corruption? If anything, Blagojevich simply made it an acceptable standard in his ideology and walked down the dark path of threatening kids hospitals and blackmailing a newspaper.
Since his ballyhooed arrest, Rod Blagojevich has bitched and moaned for an opportunity to present his case of innocence. And when opportunity presented itself, he has continuously ducked and covered from responding to those allegations and simply recited his imaginative list of accomplishments. He has ignored legal counsel’s advice to the point that his own lawyers quit on him as well. He bemoaned over an unfair impeachment process which he deemed “a fix” because he was not permitted to call upon witnesses without once acknowledging that neither could the Senate.
However, when allotted 90 minutes to present a closing argument, he threw away half that time in a speech void of any answers and complete contempt for responsible government. By motor mouthing poetry, fictitious ramblings of hardworking single mothers and yammering about illegal medication programs for the poor, Blagojevich convicted himself by convincingly demonstrating that he had no defense to the charges.
Sometimes the right to remain silent is the best option. And most dignified.
Rod Blagojevich’s never ending innuendo includes a lot of “I work for the people” lingo. However in the end, not once did he ever acknowledge that the Senate is for the people, represented by the people and elected by the people. And by impeaching him, the people have indeed spoken.
I’m glad the son of a bitch is out of office.
And I’ll be even happier when he is behind bars.
May this be the dawn of a new era for Illinois politics.
Before we get to the fun article I was working on, I need to take a moment to iterate another reason why we are so adamantly opposed to the Olympics being held in Chicago in 2016. CLTV is reporting that, despite not having one meeting with the citizens of Chicago or addressing a single concern voiced by opponents, the members of the Chicago Olympic bid committee are demanding that they be granted stage time at the NO GAMES: CHICAGO event being held this Saturday, January 31, 2009 at 6:00pm in the UIC Student Center East. When that request was postponed, they were offered a later date since this event is already booked, the Chicago 2016 committee sent an email to 10,000 people demanding that the event be flooded with supporters.
Nice.
I guess the City couldn’t get the spare keys to Guantanamo Bay in time so this was their next best tactic. While “seek them out and silence them” may have seemed like a good strategy in 1939 Berlin, I assure you that it will backfire here. Hopefully, those opposed to this scam will let their voices be heard loud and long.
Now, on to the fun stuff.
Today, GREG COUCH (Chicago Sun Times) takes a look at the compulsory schizophrenia that the World Baseball Classic is forcing on the players. If they play, they are being disloyal to the teams that pay them. If they do not play, they are being disloyal to their countries of origin.
Ryan Dempster might be a traitor, but if he’s not, then I’m pretty sure Carlos Marmol must be.
Loyalty can be a tricky thing in sports, whether you’re committed to your team, yourself, your wallet or your country. Dempster has decided not to pitch in the World Baseball Classic, baseball’s pretend Olympics, because he doesn’t want to risk hurting himself going into the season as a starting pitcher for the Cubs, who gave him a new $52 million contract.
Typical athlete? Loyalty to money, not to country? That’s what some players on the Canadian team, for which Dempster would have played in the WBC, have suggested. Someone asked if he’s more loyal to the Cubs than to his country, and he reportedly said, ‘’You’re darn right.’’
This WBC is a mess for major-league players. Dempster called it an ‘’exhibition,’’ the word Tiger Woods, David Duval and Phil Mickelson were ripped for using several years ago to describe the Ryder Cup. They were threatening not to play if they weren’t paid.
Those golfers were wrong. Dempster is right.
He goes on pointing out fallacy after fallacy regarding the games. He also hits on the one point that has the managers of major league teams scared poopless. Pitchers being burnt out half way through a season or, worse still, at the start.
This is Selig’s fault. He didn’t think about the impossible spot he was putting the players in.
To me, Dempster is doing what he should do but is having his patriotism questioned for it. Marmol? You can’t tell a guy not to play for his country, especially when the commissioner is the one backing the event. But Marmol is hurting the Cubs, and that has to strike someone as disloyal.
Remember, when they did this a few years ago, several pitchers weren’t any good for the first half of the season.
Marmol will go into this season having thrown way too many pitches over the last 12 months, and he’s the Cubs’ new closer. When he burns out in August, will we be upset with him for playing for his country?
Thanks, Bud.
Yeah, this was one of those great ideas if you heard it at 3:00 AM after your 14th round of Jager-bombs. In the light of day it’s not so hot.
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