Barry Gets Rebuked In Denmark

Uproar over this whole situation involving Barack Hussein Obama and the Chicago Olympics (well the not Chicago Olympics is more accurate I guess) seems pretty silly to me. Did any rational person reasonably expect that Barry would help Chicago? If anything, Barry's snobbish demeanor figured to hurt Chicago's chances. I mean I've never had the fortune (or misfortune) of meeting Barry one on one (not that way, sickos), but it seems to me that if you're not one of his leftist elitist buddies, then he talks down to you and barely tolerates listening to you. When he speaks with folks who disagree with him, the photo ops of these meetings indicate sheer disdain on his face. So, it comes as no surprise that after meeting with IOC officials, they would rebuke him and his superior attitude by voting out Chicago first. And that's a real shame, because Chicago is maybe my favorite city in this country. If you spend a weekend in Chicago and don't have a good time, then I can't help you. I was really rooting for them. Now, I don't know how much of a realistic chance Chicago had at winning the games to begin with. But, I do have a strong suspicion that, whatever the odds were, they were shot to hell when old Barry and that monstrous looking wife of his got involved. Doesn't he have an economy to run further into the ground? And a war to further fuck up? You'd think he'd be happy with those awesome marks on his resume. Instead old Barry adds this Olympics fiasco to his list of failures, errr....accomplishments. That's right, they're accomplishments. I've gotta keep reminding myself of that. Stupid me.

Also, it looks like the somewhat lame comedians at SNL did a skit that very softly mocked old Barry last weekend. I only saw snippets of it. But, it didn't seem particularly mean spirited. When Lorne Michaels brings Will Ferrell back to the show, has Ferrell get into black face, and endlessly mock old Barry for being a huge disappointment to the moronic worshippers who put him onto his thrown, err...seat of power, then SNL will have begun to 1% approach the mockery of Barry as compared to it's treatment of old W. But, until then, people complaining about this skit from last week, they look silly, and petty. By the way, the guy who impersonates old Barry on SNL is not very good. In fact, I haven't seen one comedian yet who does a spot on impression of old Barry. There is the potential for mocking old Barry to be deadly funny and make the person who does it super famous.

I was sitting out at Charred Pork Bucket Monday night for awhile. Dave was playing with Dick again. Anyway, this super easy question comes up about where Frank Beamer is the football coach. And they give me the slip and I write it out. Now, my handwriting is small, and can be very difficult to read, I'll grant you that. But I made it a point to write the answer out in all caps and make the letters plenty big. Well, no one else on the team knew the answer right away and the team has an annoying habit of passing around the answer slip so everyone can get on board (which is pointless if no one else even has a clue on an answer) with what's written down. Well, this very nice Irish lady on the team looks at the answer slip for about 20 seconds and says, "I can't read this. What does this say?" I said "It says Baltimore Ravens." She said "Oh, okay. I should have heard of him." Dick was sitting there half in the bag, one hand over his eyes, the other clinging tightly to his glass of scotch, and he says, "Who gives a fuck?" I was in total agreement as always.

I was sitting in that bar on W Market St for a little bit the other night, surrounded by guys who have warrants out for their arrests (which is the norm in there, believe me). Anyway, one of the guys was going on about how he needed a place to crash to avoid the Sheriff's office picking him up, and another guy knew a guy who had a basement available for just such a contingency. And I'm sitting there listening to all this and even chatting with these guys a bit (they actually didn't seem like bad guys at all, just guys who get in trouble with the law), and I said to myself, "Yep. These are my people right here. Hanging out in this dive bar, talking to guys whose sole purpose is finding ways to avoid going to jail. Perfect."

I'm back in Greensboro here for awhile and was back at that park I've mentioned on this blog before (the one where all the anonymous gay sex goes on in the men's room) trying to get a little exercise (not gay sex exercise, sickos). Anyway, at one point around the about 2 and 1/2 mile loop, these 2 dudes emerge from a path that goes back in the woods, and I did a bit of a double take, as one of them was trying to clean up a spot on his shirt, a spot on the shoulder of his shirt to be precise. The thing that stood out about this spot on his shirt is that as he kind of gathered the substance onto his index and middle fingers, he moved his fingers over to his buddy's mouth. Then the buddy greedily licked the substance off the guy's fingers and seemed to relish the taste of this substance as he swallowed it down. The only thing I could figure to do at this juncture is yell over toward the one of them who did the swallowing. This is what I yelled, "George Michael?"

Took a bit of a step back on the gambling over the weekend. But we're still up several hundred for the season. I'll try and keep everyone posted.

Also, I saw something on the HBO called Reservation Road the other day, and my advice is to skip it. It was really slow. Really slow.

I won't get to get what I'm after, til the day I die.

Peace - TBFH