There was some amazing news out of the great state of Taxachusetts (as J Danforth Quayle referred to it) last night. Some guy who posed nude for Cosmo won the Senate seat there that had been occupied by a Kennedy pretty much since 1953 (first Jack, then Teddy). And regular readers of this blog know my disdain for old Teddy K (not so much on political grounds, more on the grounds that he killed a woman). Anyway, here's how bad things have gotten for our awesome fake leader, Barack Hussein Obama - he went there to campaign over the weekend for some aristocratic looking chick, and she got drilled, by a guy who posed nude for Cosmo. Talk about being rebuked - it makes the rebuke Barry got in front of the International Olympic Committee last fall look like a victory in comparison. For a guy who nobody has ever heard of, who posed nude for Cosmo, to beat any Democrat in a Senate race in Taxachusetts, is not a good sign for Barry or the Democrat Party. Not at all. Their heads must be spinning today. I'm not sophisticated enough to understand the immediate political ramifications of this historic upset (I'd put it up there with Nova over the Hoyas in 85 or NCSU over Phi Slamma Jamma in 83), but I do wish old Teddy K had somehow managed to stick around to witness it himself. Because if he had, I'd have been up half the night laughing my ass off. As for how Barry might be coping with this catastrophic political loss, I'm guessing he's gonna throw another beer summit where Joe Biden tries in vain to hide his massively erect medicated boner from the cameras. Besides for Barry and Joe, I'm thinking Pauly D and The Situation could attend. Those 4 would be a killer quartet out at the clubs together. And for all the ladies out there - if you're ever in a club and see our awesome fake leader, Joe Biden's medically induced massive erection, Pauly D, and The Situation walk into the joint, run for your life.
I got a text from Mcgrain the other night and it was pretty succinct. It said: I hate the fuckin Jets. I'm guessing his hatred lies in the idea that the Bolts would have had a much better chance at winning in Indy this week. And there is merit in that idea, as the Bolts have done better than any other team in the league against Indy the last several years. Now, I'm not gonna call for an upset or anything this week. But, if the Jets stick to running the ball and hold Indy to field goal attempts most of the afternoon, they will have a great shot at pulling the upset. Although the spectacle of a Sanchez/Brees Super Bowl is not what the NFL wants, believe me. They want Manning/Favre, bad (the hype for such a contest will be the most nauseating thing in the history of media, even worse than the awful hype surrounding old Barry during 2008/early 2009). It will be interesting to see how these conference championship games are officiated. I have a feeling that there might be phantom roughing the passer calls on Bart Scott and Will Smith. Just a hunch...
I think the other motive behind McGrain's text lies in the city of Baltimore still (justifiably in my opinion) hating Irsay and the whole Mayflower trucks in the middle of the night business in 1984. I was in Baltimore for the Ravens/Indy playoff game in January 2007 (watching at the horrific Turquoise Terrapin in the town Elaine Benes is from). And the hatred for Indy was palpable then and there's no reason to believe it has subsided the last 3 years. All of Baltimore will be pulling for anyone but Indy to win the Super Bowl (although the thought of rooting for Favre would be unpleasant for most of the Ravens fans I know, so hopefully for them it will be Brees and Who Dat in the big game representing the NFC).
Then again, maybe I'm reading too much into McGrain's text, and he simply hates the fucking Jets...Maybe McGrain was never down with Richard Todd or Mark Gastineau. And if you're not down with Gastineau, I can't blame you. Because the jerk has never bothered to meet the son he sired with Brigitte Nielson (although you gotta think the kid did get to hang with Flavor Flav at some point, so that's something I guess...).
I like 2% milk.
Well, they aired another completely insipid episode of The Search for America's Most Competent Karaoke Singer last night. They glossed over most of the horrible "singers" too quickly again. And everyone is being way too nice on the panel these days. The British guy who wears too tight T-Shirts doesn't seem like himself. And I think I might have some insight into why the show has taken the direction it has - that awful Susan Boyle. I blame her. When she became an overnight sensation last year, all the mocking of the way contestants look became taboo. Of course, Boyle is an exceedingly ugly woman. Hideous. Nasty. Worse than Horseface and Bowling Ball rolled into one. Why anyone is interested in her is beyond me. All I know is that Boyle's emergence has put a real damper on the best part of The Search for America's Most Competent Karaoke Singer, and that's a shame. I long for the days of my main man William Hung. Because as I've said a million times, no one is hung quite like William Hung...
By the way, I think I've said this on this blog before, but if you don't own it, go out and buy William Hung's Christmas CD. It's called Hung For The Holidays (which works on a couple levels - it's almost like I'm doing the marketing for the kid). Hung's version of Silver Balls is awesome. Awesome.
I think that if you can't laugh at yourself, then go ahead and laugh at others.
Lastly today, I think the whole brouhaha from last week with the editor of YES Weekly is pretty much over. I really can't blame him for not responding to my response to his comment. I wish the guy luck with his publication though. I'm not gonna start reading it or anything, but I'm guessing he has a thankless job with long hours. So, again - you gotta feel for him a bit.
Poor poor pitiful me
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