Good Afternoon Ladies &
Gentlemen,
IT’S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GETTIN’ DOWN ON FRIDAY!!! LOOKIN
FORWARD… TO THE WEEEKEEEEND!!! PARTYING, PARTYING YEAH!!! PARTYING, PARTYING
YEAAAAAH!!! FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN… Yes ladies & gentlemen, it’s the
weekend. Huzzah & hurray! A week from now, I’ll be back in the land that
birthed me… the Beehive state… the State of Deseret… Life Elevated… Mormon
Mecca… yes, UTAH!!! It should be fun… but that’s next weekend… and this weekend
includes retirement parties, great temperate weather, and let’s face it… we’re
lucky to be alive!!! Now without further adieu, let’s get this thing
started…
NBA 2K13 Update: The Milwaukee Bucks have now won TWO
consecutive NBA Championships after we beat the Heat in the Eastern finals in
five games (game one was ridiculous, up 13 going into the 4th, inbounder would literally hand them the ball when he
wasn’t throwing it directly out of bounds, they couldn’t miss, we couldn’t make,
continued into overtime, still only lost by 3) and then swept the Phoenix Suns
in the Finals. Yes, ladies & gentlemen, the Phoenix Suns & Milwaukee
Bucks played each other in the simulated 2014 NBA Finals… and they even had
pretty much the same rosters with the exception of me… and you were scared that
it might be Spurs & Pacers in real life just last month. The intense
matchups of Jared Dudley vs. Ersan Ilyasova… certainly household names (though
they kinda should be, they’re great role players). Oh, I won the Finals MVP…
here are some pictures from my visit to the White House… I’m the white guy behind Obama & far stage left… hmm... same suit as the style magazine... who dresses me?
Apparently they exercised a third year option on my
rookie contract (that I never got to negotiate) so I’ll probably be leading them
to a three-peat. The ball hogs (Ellis & Jennings) are still on the team
doing their thing… but I’m learning the tricks to get the ball from them at
least once in a while… and try to rack up assists as well. Basically a handful
of games into the season, I’m averaging nearly twice the points that
2nd in the league is… so I think I’ve
figured out how to get the MVP awards, etc now. We shall see. Also… guess who’s
the new cover boy for NBA 2K14???
...and Sports Illustrated for Kids talking 'bout FEAR!!!
...and on Jordan billboards
Apparently in this universe, Chris Paul is with the Cavs
& Carmelo went to the Suns AFTER the lost to us in the FInals
Small Town Mayor – Supporters of the mayor in the tiny
tourist town of Dorset, Minnesota can stuff the ballot box all they want as he
seeks re-election. The mayor (a short guy) is known for his fondness of ice
cream and fishing. And he's got the county's top law enforcement official in his
pocket. Say hello to Mayor Robert "Bobby" Tufts. He's 4 years old and not even
in school yet. Bobby was only 3 when he won the election last year as mayor of
Dorset (population 22 to 28, depending on whether the minister and his family
are in town). Dorset, which bills itself as the Restaurant Capital of the World,
has no formal city government (or claim to the title they’ve bestowed upon
themselves obviously). Every year the town draws a name during its Taste of
Dorset Festival, and the winner gets to be mayor. Anyone can vote as many times
as they like — for $1 a vote — at any of the ballot boxes in stores around town.
Bobby is running for a second term, and he gets to draw the winning name August
4th, so it's possible he could draw his
own name. God I love politics… and the lottery… and this is their bastard child.
Calls of "Mr. Mayor" greet Bobby as he strolls around Dorset, handing out his
campaign card. One side shows Bobby, his dark hair slicked down, wearing his tan
fishing vest over a suit jacket. The other side shows Bobby sitting in a porch
swing with his girlfriend, Sophie. "I would love to be your Mayor as much as I
love Sophie," the card reads. "He's been pretty good. Lotta PR for the town,"
said his mother, Emma Tufts, 34. "I think he's doing a fine job."
Bobby's job as
mayor is to greet people as they come to Dorset, located among the pines and
lakes of northern Minnesota about 150 miles northwest of Minneapolis. Resorts
and tourism are the main industry, and restaurants ranging from Mexican to
Italian to family style line about two blocks on either side of the highway that
runs through the middle of town. Bobby's major act as mayor so far has been to
make ice cream the top of the food pyramid. He has many favorite flavors.
"Chocolate. And vanilla. Strawberry. Cotton candy kind. And rainbow sherbet,"
said the mayor. On a recent steamy summer morning, Bobby skipped ahead as he led
a group of about 20 children and adults on a walk on the Heartland Trail to
raise money for Ronald McDonald House Charities of the Red River Valley in
Fargo, N.D. He wore his signature black fedora, adorned with fishing lures and a
large button with his photo, and seemed endlessly energetic. "I think he's a
cute little bugger and I think a lot of people share the same, you know, opinion
as me, and it's neat," Hubbard County Sheriff Cory Aukes says (not sure if Cory
is male or female). "You know, how often do you see a little kid like that who's
— call 'em camera-friendly or whatever, you know — he's got a very good little
personality, and he's not afraid to show it. So I think it's
great."
Well Mr. Mayor, your f**king days are numbered! I don’t
know about you… but in MY America, you can’t BUY VOTES!!! Votes are determined
by the people… and tallied… not drawn out of a hat like a rigged lottery
(looking at you, David Stern!) by the very hand of who it determines. Worse yet…
you promote your horrible diet to children of all ages. ICE CREAM? Clogging
arteries with empty calories from fat? Business cards showing you living in sin
with your girlfriend? And fishing while on the job claiming to run your city?
Well, I may not have the experience of being “mayor” as you do… but I’ve got
hair on my chest (and sack) and a lot more experience at LIFE and balancing a
budget… not suckling at the teet of my parents while everybody else in my
community are forced to work as dishwashers & waitresses for minimum wage
just get by. Citizens of Dorset! You no longer have to live under this
charismatic dictator’s rule! Hope is on the way… Love is on the way… and Hell’s
coming with him!!! Vote Love August 4th!!!
Seriously though, I really do want to challenge a 4-year
old to a political debate for the mayor of a small town that I’ve never been to.
I feel like it would be an interesting inspection of the political process.
Love: “My fellow candidate Mr. Robert ‘Bobby’ HUSSEIN Tufts… believes that
dinosaurs & dragons… are real. Meanwhile, my dedicated team of scientists
& I are hard (bang) at (bang) work (bang) MAKING (bang) THEM (bang) A
REALITY!!! Through Science!!!”
Tufts: “What’s
science?”
Love: “DID YOU HEAR THAT, ladies & gentlemen? Mr.
Tufts doesn’t even know… what science is… surely, spending too much time on the
lake fishing for dollars to buy votes… or laaaaaazing about with his girlfriend…
who by the way, records will show… IS AN UNDERAGE
MINOR!!!”
Tufts: “What’s a
minor?”
Love: “Either it’s somebody who digs for precious
minerals… or somebody that is not of age in GOD-FEARING society!!! Sophie is a
sweet little lady… but too young to be in cahoots with a political figure such
as yourself.”
Tufts: “You have a girlfriend. I met her at the lake.
Her name is Dizzy and she’s pretty and made me a sandwich and taught me how to
draw a kitty and she…”
Love: “Yes, but she is of LEGAL AGE!!! Citizens of
Dorset, is this the man… nah, CHILD that you want running your city? Diddlying
the whole day long with minors? Can’t even shave nor vote? No
experience?”
Reporter: “But Mr. Love, you don’t have any prior
experience eith…”
Love: “I ASK YOU!!! Nay, I PLEAD with you… help me kind
this child molester from representing YOU!!! Vote Love August
4th! Thank you! Praise
Christ!”
For years I’ve wanted to run for an office… almost as a
gaff. You know, have a camera crew around me for “behind the scenes” stuff too
where it’s abundantly transparent that I don’t really have a stance or a plan…
other than to make the other person uncomfortable & explain their stance or
plan. Alternatively, there’s also the idea that I would actually have a stance
& plan… but still call out bullsh*t against my poor opponents who are just
pretty faces… and maybe throw in a couple random movie quotes or song lyrics off
the fly to try to get a rise out of people & the interwebs. Any publicity is
good publicity, right?
Motown Morons – A Detroit man driving an armor-plated
military-type vehicle and firing what appeared to be a machine gun mounted on
top caused a ripple of panic on the Fourth of July. It turned out the weapon was
a modified World War II .50-caliber machine gun that had been converted to fire
compressed gas. It produced bright flashes and loud gunfire sounds as the
driver, a man in his 40s, drove around Shelby Township. Recordings of a series
of 911 calls capture the fear of residents whose reports of the imposing sight
sent officers swarming late Thursday. In one call, bangs similar to the sound of
gunshots can be heard (I’m assuming along with cries of “WOOHOO AMERICA!!! F**K
YEAH!!!”). Police say they arrested the driver and confiscated his vehicle. He
was released Friday. Charges are pending. The real question though… is when’s
police auction for that vehicle? There’s a thin line between Patriotism &
Stupidity… and apparently it’s located about ten miles outside of Shelby
Township, Michigan. As cool as it sounds to do something like that… just
remember that people get shot all the time for just walking around with
Skittles, so driving an armored car with a 50-cal machine gun could draw some
REAL enemy fire. Sad thing is… had I access to an armor plated vehicle with a
50-cal… I’d probably done the same thing. Praise
Christ!
Apocalypse Update - Australian police were mystified by
a chaotic crime scene including a hole in the ceiling and a smelly pool of
vomit-like liquid… until they found the culprit was a 5.7-meter (19-foot)
python. The massive snake weighing in at 17 kilograms (37 pounds) was captured a
day after a suspected burglary was reported at a charity store in Queensland in
northeastern Australia. "Its head was the size of a small dog," Police Sgt. Don
Auld said Wednesday. Before they found the python, investigators' working theory
was that a human burglar with an appetite for destruction (and a serious
illness) had gone on a rampage inside the St. Vincent de Paul store in the small
town of Ingham. "We thought a person had fallen through the ceiling because the
roof panel was cut in half," Auld said. "When they've hit the floor, they've
vomited and then staggered and fallen over. That's what we thought anyway."
Police now suspect the python entered the store through the roof, which was
damaged in a cyclone two years ago. The animal then plummeted through the
ceiling, knocking over dishes, clothes and other items, before relieving itself
on the floor. It somehow managed to hide from officials until staff spotted it
lying alongside a wall the next day. A local snake catcher was called in to
capture the reptile, which has been relocated to nearby wetlands. That’s right…
they’re climbing walls & coming in through the ceiling now… like f**king cat
burglars… and apparently can swallow small dogs whole if they wanted. Why would
this python attack an Australian thrift shop? Perhaps to find some sheets &
socks to prepare for the cold battle during the Winter of our Discontent… The
Final Battle… They’ve attacked us at Land & Sea for years, then took to the
skies aboard (mutha f**kin’) aircraft… and soon they’ll be parachuting down
around us… perhaps joining forces with other animal hordes… and even Michael
Bay’s CGI explosions won’t be able to save us!!! Get me the rednecks with the
50-cal machine guns!!! It’s ON!!!
Anyway, that should do it for today’s rants about a
parallel basketball universe, signs of the Apocalypse in Detroit &
Australia, and verbally berating a 4-year old for my own amusement. It’s been
grand. Have a great weekend everybody!!!
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