I have a "career"...well, relatively. I also have a part-time job. And I'm about to have a second part-time job. Thanks a lot GW, you f-ing wanker.
Anyway, at the second part-time job there are a lot of kids there, and as they come or go they have to pass by the front desk and a vending machine full of crap. It's as if this thing has a tractor beam that pulls every kid to it in some kind of high-fructose-corn-syrup-induced frenzy. It's amazing what parents will do to make sure their kid doesn't act like a spoiled brat in public. There a few who say no and if the kid makes a scene, so be it. But most of them capitulate. Hell, some of them remember the machine is there and prepare for it by making sure they have ones & change. Tonight, one kid tried the whine AND the divide and conquer techniques and neither worked. The Mom, Dad & Kid left. Five minutes later, Mom & kid come back and go right to the machine. The kid must have pulled Linda Blair Tantrum on their ass. We know who wears the diapers in that family.
We've let our kids be brainwashed. We're so busy working for stuff, we use TV to raise the kids and kids' TV is one big, brainwashing commercial. Even if you get rid of the TV, our kids are still exposed to psychologically-developed ads everywhere. And they become the "mainstream" adults who never question anything.
But it's OK, because it's all in the name of business and business is good, unconditionally. If you're against any kind of business you're a socialist. Funny. The same people who go this mental route are the ones who sit there and bitch about those "damn kids". But of course, there's no connection.
So I'm perusing a baseball website that is, without a doubt, the worst typed website of all time and there's a sports headline at the top of the page:
Tiger joins Koufax, Hogan in halls of bravery
OK, Sparky. Slow down a second. Let's back the Hyperbole Train up here. First of all, it's golf. Now I'm not bringing up that whole - is golf actually a sport, argument. I'm pointing out that golf is an individual sport. Playing with a busted up leg isn't brave. It's self-centered, driven, maybe even crazy, but brave? No.
Now, you have a mini-argument for those who competed while hurt in team sports - you do it for the team, but this is still weak. Why?
Because it's freakin sports! You're not brave playing sports. You're brave rescuing children from a burning building. You're brave standing up for what you believe in when everyone around you disagrees. You're not brave pitching in a game with a bad arm. If that's the case, I should have a chest full of medals. (I didn't say pitch well)
I'm not going to make fun of Tim Russert dying. It's not really funny. But I will say that he didn't look like he was in the best shape in the world so it's a surprise, but yet not. Anyway, it'll be interesting to see who they replace him with on Meet the Press. Yeah, yeah, yeah, the body's not cold yet...but it's not like the Russert family reads this blog.
Olbermann? Ooooh. That would be interesting, but only if he didn't have to give up Countdown on MSNBC.
OK...other stuff...
I know, it's been a while between posts. Well, I'm in the middle of 2 and-a-half jobs and a political campaign. Been a tad busy trying to change the world, both yours and mine. I have noticed that it's easier to be creative when you have time. I can't think of much funny stuff - bits, music, blog posts, etc - when I'm too busy. I know that seems like a "duh" statement, but it's really true.
So, this video is making the rounds:
Yada, yada, yada. It's cute, but let's be honest...the Dems really don't do THAT much towards that stuff when they're in power. Yes, it's more in that direction than Republicans, but not really by that much. Uh, hello...NAFTA? Welfare "reform"? No Fly Zones? Thank you, Bubba. It's really just the lesser of two evils and damn it, my bar is higher than that.