Over the last three weeks I've been working on this project that has pretty much consumed my life. It's in the community activist realm. So Saturday was the day it went down. And it sucked ass! Freakin brutal. Not only did hardly anyone show up to this event, but the few who did acted like total assholes. I guess it's a good thing the press didn't cover...DOH!

Now, I've had some issues with members of the local media. They can be a pain in the ass. And with just about every story done on something I've been involved with, they usually twist it in some way that pisses me off. But this is the first time the reporter was actually KIND. I mean, a dozen people? Sheeeeee-it. I wish.

So this thing was a disaster. Now I'm hating life. No. I'm hating everyone else's lives. People suck. I shouldn't even have to be doing this crap. Saving schools. How the hell are you going to shut down a freakin school? Like the neighborhoods in cities aren't bad enough. This event was supposed to be people getting together to brainstorm ways of saving schools and half the people that showed up wanted to close schools. Well Sparky, you better re-think that...cuz you're so f-ing stupid that you couldn't understand the damn flyer that was sent out. These fools are talking about busing and roofs and stuff that was totally irrlevant. It was like herding cats. I think I did a decent job of controlling myself. I'm sure it was obvious that I was not a happy camper, but I didn't say everything I wanted to...and I had a lot of ideas.

Oh...and another lovely experience this week. I got a call from a guy I know, who I don't have that high an opinion of anymore...he asked me if I wanted to be a guest on his brand new local talk radio show on WSUK. Sounds nice, huh? Well, the problem is that was supposed to be MY new local talk radio show on WSUK. And the sukheads at WSUK didn't bother to tell me that they gave the show to this guy...that's how I found out. And the guy knew I was trying to get this show, so I can't figure out why he would think I would want to come on. I turned the offer down.

Spring training has started and I'm going to be re-arranging my priorites soon.

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Damn it, Ann Coulter. What the hell is wrong with you? You can't call Helen Thomas "that old Arab." Look, we've discussed this. Sweetie, you don't belong in the press. It's too dangerous for such an anorexic, fake-blonde dummy like yourself. Come home, honey. It's time to start pumpin out young-uns and makin me vittles.

"Look here, woman. Git ur ass out on that back porch and shoot me some dinnah!"


Back to your roots, white trash!

And what the hell is THIS all about:




Ann. For your safety and the rest of the worlds'...come home. I got laundry that needs doin'.