On This Date In 1991.

And that's it.

Part 2 of my 2 part series on Minnesota Championship teams from my lifetime.

On This Date In 1987.

How the mediocre have fallen ...

This change was good, right?

Glad to see Khadafi [vintage 1986 spelling!] gone, but are we sure the change was good?

I don't know, I always thought it was the bad guys who ran around obscuring their identity like knuckleheads.

Or.

I don't know.  I prefer my heroes to not wear masks.

Or.

"Trick or treat!"  Aww, cute, you're Libyan freedom fighters.

Or.

Man, thank Allah it's wash day, you guys stink.

Or.

Dude.  It's 91 degrees out, aren't you hot in that ski mask?

Or.

Sonovabitch!  Those guys knocked over my neighberhood 7-11 a few weeks back.

Or.  And this one's the best.

Yearbook photo, Tripoli Community College, Class Of  2011.  Alli Alli Akbar.  Class Clown.



Man, these guys make it way too easy.

Fair-weather friend: naming names #1

A fun little exercise where I'm going to rip the ass of someone who wronged me within the structure of a literary format of my own design and creation.  Seriously, this is mostly a writing exercise, as I'm trying to sharpen my chops back to their pre-my-life-sucks state.  Think of this as poetry with an axe to grind.

Why, you ask?  Why dredge up the past, why not move on?  Because I can, and I can't.  Who knows, if this feels cathartic enough I might rip an ass on a weekly basis.  I can think of no fewer than a dozen dinks I'd love to disparage.

Ok, here goes.  This is a tale from over a year ago.  With any luck, the dink sees this.

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So one time, during an awful, unemployed period, I
Had a friend invite me to crash and recover at his place for
A while.  No strings, no bills, just supply my own food and it's cool.
Wow, that seemed like a good offer.
Naturally, it didn't take long before his altruism fled the equation.

Given his plan was to discontinue mortgage payments and lett the bank
Usurp his home, it was strange to me that he now wanted money.
Considering his request, I began to examine its merits.
Knowing human nature, I quickly decided that this was trouble.
Everyone generally agrees that paying money gets you some rights,
Even though you accede to being the Beta dog in the pack.
Now, I'm surprised I didn't burn the house down while he slept.

Sorta dramatic, I admit, but there's no code against a fantasy.
Under normal circumstances, I'd never harbor such horrific thoughts.
Clearly though, when someone intentionally tries to dehumanize you,
Karma be damned, I want them to suffer.
Shallow?  Probably.  Do I care?  Nope.  [Sound of match striking]


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Serious advice: I hear you're moving to Ohio.  Sweet Jesus, when you relocate there, away from all the people you know, just come out of the closet already.  It's 2011, nobody gives a crap if you're gay, but keeping all that pent up inside clearly makes you a miserable bastard.

Wow that felt good.  I've got a former woman boss with an ass so big you can see it from orbit that's gonna get it next!  I'm lookin' at you SP.

So come back next week to see me out another asshole.

PS. If you weren't a horrible person, I wouldn't be doing this.

The Times They Are A-Changin'

For the first time in more than 40 years, a record high number of Americans approve of legalizing marijuana.

A Gallup poll released this week showed that 50 percent of us think marijuana should be made legal, while 46 percent do not.

Regionally, the Midwest was second only to the West in highest approval numbers (54 percent). Not surprisingly, people 18 to 29 were most in favor (62 percent) and those 65 and older least in favor (31 percent). More men than women were in favor. Politically, people who identified themselves as moderates, independents or Democrats all came in at 57 percent, with Republicans at 35 percent.

[this portion ripped from the headlines...]

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It's not just that 50 percent of the populace want it legal, it's that it takes only 46 percent of the people to prevent it.  The "want-it's" outnumber the "don't want it's." I don't want a minority of people telling me anything, whether it's about smoking pot or buckling my seatbelt.

What kind of dumbass society allows half of the population to be prohibited from using something by a smaller group of people?  The "smaller" half, the half with the big stick up their arse, stand opposed because, you know, naturally if we allow pot, we'll all be strung out on heroin by Christmas.

Note to government in general: keep your effin' paws out of my life and what I do in the privacy of my home or car.  Controlling freak SOB's.

I'm not even gonna trot out all the old bullet points of the legalization argument, because what really pisses me off about the now controlling minority, is their total intransigence.  They grew up educated on Hoover Era [J. Edgar, not Herbert] propaganda and totally bought in to what they were told.  They took the distorted truths and outright lies and gave them the same credibility that they accorded the civics teacher who taught state capitols.

Man, the older I get, the more I associate with the Libertarian philosophy.