October 17, 2017

"An Open Letter to the NFL and its Players"

My former Squadron Deputy Commander sent me this on the matter of the faggoty NFL kneebenders. It is reproduced verbatim. Not for the faint of heart.

To the NFL and its players,

If I have brain cancer, I don’t ask my dentist what I should do. If my car has a problem, I don’t seek help from a plumber! Why do you think the public cares what a football player thinks about politics? If we want to know about football, then depending on the information we seek, we might consult with you, but even a quarterback doesn’t seek advice on playing his position from a defensive tackle!

You seem to have this over inflated view of yourselves, thinking because you enjoy working on such a large scale stage, that somehow your opinion about everything matters. The NFL realizes the importance of its “image” so it has rules that specify the clothes and insignia you can wear, the language you use, and your “antics” after a touchdown or other “great” play. But somehow you and your employer don’t seem to care that you disgrace the entire nation and its 320 million people in the eyes of the world by publicly disrespecting this country, its flag, and its anthem! The taxpaying citizens of this country subsidize your plush work environments, yet you choose to use those venues to openly offend those very citizens.

Do you even understand what the flag of this country means to so many of its citizens before you choose to “take a knee” in protest of this “country" during our national anthem?

You may think because you are paid so much that your job is tough, but you are clueless when it comes to tough. Let me show you those whose job is really tough.




You are spoiled babies who stand around and have staff squirt GatorAid in your mouths, sit in front of misting cooling fans when it’s warm, and sit on heated benches when it's cold. That’s not “tough” that's pampered.

You think that you deserve to be paid excessively high salaries, because you play a “dangerous" game where you can incur career ending injuries. Let me show you career ending injuries!



You think you that you deserve immediate medical attention and the best medical facilities and doctors when injured. Let me show you what it’s like for those who really need and deserve medical attention.



You think you have the right to disrespect the flag of the United States, the one our veterans fought for, risked limbs and mental stability to defend, in many cases died for. Let me show you what our flag means to them, their families, and their friends.






You believe you are our heroes, when in reality you are nothing but overpaid (and cowardly ) entertainers, who exist solely for our enjoyment! Well, your current antics are neither entertaining nor enjoyable, but rather a disgrace to this country, its citizens, all our veterans and their families, and the sacrifices they have made to ensure this country remains free. You choose to openly disgrace this country in the eyes of the rest of the world, yet with all your money, still choose to live here rather than in any other country. People with even the slightest amount of “Class” will stand and respect our flag. Where does that put you? You want to see heroes? Here are this countries heroes!






You can protest policies, the current government, or anything else you choose, that is your right. But when you “protest” our flag and anthem, you are insulting the nation we all live in and love, and all those who have served, been injured, or died to keep it free. There is nothing you can do or say that can make your actions anything more than the arrogance of classless people, who care about themselves more than our country or the freedoms for which our veterans and their families have sacrificed so much, to ensure you have the “right” to speak freely. Our country is far from perfect, but if you can point to any other country where your freedom and opportunities are better than they are here, then you just might want to go there and show respect for their flag!

If you respect America and all those who have sacrificed so much to keep her free, please forward this to your friends and relatives. Eventually, it should end up in the mailboxes of those who choose to disrespect our country, its service members, our veterans, their families, and all of us who appreciate the freedoms America represents.

My sincere thanks to Kevin for bringing this to my attention and let me only add this: God bless these heroes above, their families and loved ones, and all those who serve in our military and defend our way of life against the vile slime that wish to overthrow the good that this country has wrought.

..and God damn to hell the tutu-wearing NFL kneebenders!

October 15, 2017

Look Up Perve in the Dictionary

..and you will see a picture of Harvey Weinstein. What I am wondering is why all of the Hollywood Hotties would cozy up to this fat jew who never shaved? Did he have an enormous dick?











Maybe there is something to this "casting couch" thing in Hollywood.

Obligatory Sunday Morning Post

Space filler here just to let folks know I made my escape from The Paramecium and, well, Papillon said it best whilst floating away on the raft of coconut husks.


Now I have address the massive task of getting things in order after a career of IT work. I started on that last Thursday with my son, the U. S. Marine soon-to-be-USAF who departs next week for a two-week introductory course for prior service members at Lackland AFB in San Antonio. There he re-learns to salute, then an introductory EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) course at Shepard AFB in Wichita Falls where he learns to cut the blue wire, and finally his primary EOD training of 42 weeks at Eglin AFB in Florida where learns *why* he has to cut the blue wire.

Anyway, he qualified and re-qualified as "expert" several times in the USMC and was kind enough to help me zero my newly acquired Savage Model 10 with the Primary Arms FFP 4-14x44 FFP scope. I would have been lost without him, believe me. At 100 yards, neither one of us cut paper with the first few rounds until Sho got the rifle back on paper and, eventually, zeroed. Here is the range we shot at; Angeles just a shade North of Los Angeles. (Note: stock You Tube video. Not us.)


Then, with the gentle yet insistent prodding from him, I worked up the nerve to try the metal targets 200, then 300 yards, then 400 yards. With about an hour and two line breaks to go, he took a crack at 600 yards and was successful. After nagging me, I took a crack and -- after properly understanding the Primary Arms ACSS HUD reticle -- and was able to ring up one of the bigger square steel targets at that distance.

It was like a drug as we blazed away with the remaining rounds we had. It got so that even 400 yards seemed mundane and repetitive. I was satisfied I could do 600 yards consistently. So, I do not know whether i will push out to 1,000 yards as that will necessitate further tuning of my dubious skills and a serious road trip to a range of suitable distance. But a lot of happy tasks will serve to occupy my time, namely working up a decent load for the rifle, consistently working on sub-MOA groups at 100 yards, and doing this with windage considerations dialed in. (It was dead calm at Angeles that day.)

But all this said, I am grateful to my son and realize that there will be one more reason that I shall miss him as he starts his Air Force career.

A few items collected from various blogs that I found humorous.



October 4, 2017

Fifty shades of..ripping off Odie..

O.K., O.K., so I did rip off all this shit from Odie's site. What are ya gonna do about it, sweet cheeks? I am posting it here for [The Good] James and the other stiffs at my soon-to-be-former work.






..oh, and if you're Odie, give me a blast next time you hit town and we'll round up LL and the crew (well, LL, anyway) and go do a few bottles of Scotch or Vodka or..whatevs. I'll buy a few rounds. I'm retired now.

October 1, 2017

The Coming Armegeddon

It seems that the level of sewage is rising here in the United States. Anti-Fa and SJW violence against attempts to assemble peacefully in the name of First Amendment free speech and demonstrate support for President Trump is manifesting itself to a greater extent.

The Soros-funded and backed legions of scrawny, "hoodie-ed" geeks with profane language, pierced appendages, and purple hair have anointed themselves the new moderators of our liberties and have gone to outlandish proportions to insist that anything not squaring with their reality should be stifled. Latest case in point is this fat little Hispanic piglet who believes appropriation of someone else's property is perfectly legitimate if it does not comport with her entitled, touchy-feelie world.


For more background on the absurdity of this abridgement of citizens' rights, Stephen Crowder has done a deep dive onto that septic tank:


There is a growing impatience with these clowns and a rising gorge that will surely manifest itself in a blow back that these tutu-wearing butterflies will regret. There is an Armegedon coming..

..and they might not like the results.

September 29, 2017

C'mon, Just one more flight! (Stolen from Odie!)

..I'm beggin' ya!



(Hat tip to Odie!)

More: Same Bullshit Different Shovel

This morning, the Denver Broncos came out with this incredible tureen of turd soup:


..and my initial reaction was one of flummoxed, unadulterated cynicism. As one commenter on another blog said, they only now realize they crapped in their beds and now are trying to clean up the sheets. Allow me to elaborate:

"A MESSAGE FROM OUR PLAYERS"
..a simpering, whining cry from some people who, after a week of white hot blow back from the people of this country who, to all intents and purposes, pay these dolts' salaries.

"Last week, members of our team.."
A powerful display of unity being approximately 10 percent of the total players on the NFL rosters last Sunday? Your collective strength and resolve could only influence that many? How about the Pittsburgh Steelers who showed their "strength and resolve" by cowering in the locker room like a bunch of shy school girls rather than face the music and contrary to a standing NFL rule regarding player decorum during the playing of the National Anthem?

"Make no mistake - our actions were in no way a protest of the military.."
All citizens, current military, and we veterans -- as a matter of custom, tradition, courtesy, and respect -- stand at attention facing the flag and saluting or with our hands over our hearts -- to show our respect for this country, its flag, and the National Anthem. To kneel, talk idly, do warm-ups, or anything otherwise is disrespectful to this country and those who have served, fought, and even died in her defense.

"We all can do better.."
Bulldust!

Don't put this on us! You can certainly do better. If you are motivated by "social justice", then why don't you spend the time you have off from your high-paying job and visit the neighborhoods to help those you feel are unjustly treated? If your grievance is because you believe that too many blacks are killed by police, then why don't you organize a more direct program to involve the police and the "wronged" members your community in a constructive dialog and seek to solve the "inequalities" and problems that exist instead of doing mindless virtue signalling?

Kneeling on Sunday for a minute or so is easy; taking it to the streets and backing your play with action is a lot more difficult.

"It starts with us.."
Not sure who the "us" is, but again, do not try to implicate we common folk to expiate your guilt. Maybe go to the wealthy owners and talk to them how you and they can take some time to do the aforementioned community outreach. A classic example would have been to maybe cancel more than the one pre-season game and help out with the recent flooding from hurricanes Harvey and Irma. Instead of flapping your lips or beating your gums, how about wading into the hip-deep water to help haul out a few of the citizens in Houston or on the coast of Florida?

"Our locker room is a diverse place.."
Like the world we common folk live in isn't?

We all have different values and beliefs yet a majority of us in this country seem to get along. Last November, we elected a man whom we felt could give us a chance to change things for the better. Prior to that, we racists elected a man of color whom we thought would do the same and we arguably tolerated some incredibly divisive comments from that president who sought to divide rather than unite. Yet, a large majority of us remained respectful of the office of the president in the hope that promises would be delivered on. In the latter case, it seems that the opposition is even unwilling to give the same chance and respect and support for the current president.

"Starting Sunday, we'll all be standing together.."
And, finally, I am glad you will all be standing together on Sunday. But you will need to get back to me on how all that millionaire virtue signalling pity party works out as I will not be watching. And do not count on many of us tuning in and watching the NFL either anytime soon.

I can only wrap this up by adding something that Homer Simpson probably said it best:


September 23, 2017

New Official NFL Helmet..

(I am adding the NFL to my target list. That makes Hillary, Shitstain McCain, and now the NFL!)


..Hat tip to HART2 over at Weasel Zippers.

"Fire the Son of a Bitch!"


What complete and total balderdash! Let's break this down, shall we?

"..when we create a sense of unity in our country and our culture.."

Some self-absorbed, multi-millionaires, who play for a living demonstrate their contempt for the country. A number of the perpetrators of these demonstrations exhibit such wonderful off-field skills as illicit and excessive drug use and violence perpetrated against girl friends, wives, and friends up to and including homicide. Real role models.

"..There is no better example than the amazing response from the clubs and players to the terrible natural disasters.."

Sure there are better examples. They abound! They did contribute money and started relief funds where others can contribute. However, I do not recollect any NFL players showing up in the areas hit like the ordinary people and those such as the Cajun Navy, etc.

Please note, also, only one game was canceled (Dallas at Houston; August 31; preseason) and one game postponed (Tampa Bay at Miami; September 10; week 1) during the time periods Harvey and Irma which made landfall and did their worst at the end of August and the beginning of September. Did not see too many NFL stars or owners out there dragging people through hip-deep water.

"..Divisive comments like these.."

Seriously? I mean..seriously? Telling folks about how revered an owner would be if he called for the firing of one of his employees because he showed disrespect for the flag and the country versus the divisive gestures and acts of those who alienate their fans from their sport? I would not classify President Trump's comments as "divisive", I would call them sound business advice.

"..the overwhelming force for good our players represent our clubs and players represent in our communities."

..yeah, yeah, yeah. Personally, I see zero, zip, nada from the NFL except for a greedy, grasping agglomeration of owners and ego-suffused, infantile players who think their "game" sits higher in the pantheon of American institutions than it truly does. NFL franchises insinuate themselves into cities often by coercing equally greedy city officials to get the taxpayers of those communities to underwrite new stadia with burdensome public debt. They charge exorbitant ticket prices and parking fees and get obscene prices for their merchandise and for the rights to televise the rights to their exhibitions.

I could go on, but here I reign myself in. All of the above, while grasping and greedy, is entirely their right under the the freedoms guaranteed by the Constitution, laws of this country, and the principles of Capitalism.

But, NFL, just don't ask me to think you smell sweet after all of that bull manure you've been shoveling

September 22, 2017

Something you should know..

I posted the fact below (somewhere) that I was a life-long fan of the San Francisco 49ers -- but not any more. I dumped those assholes because they did not dump that spoilt asshole with the pubic hair glued to his face IMMEDIATELY when he disrespected the flag and the country. For the record, I subscribe to what President has to say on the subject:


Frankly, while I would respect an owner who did that, the NFL is pretty much dead to me. Again, as I wrote before, mostly because of this crap but also because I rediscovered how wonderful fresh, crisp Fall days are where you can spend time with yourself and/or your family outside walking or talking or just mowing the goddam lawn. No beer commercials, no over-hyped color commentators and panels and sportscasters blowing the trivial acts of 22 'roided-up egomaniacs on some artificial battle ground somewhere.

Naw, mate, those free fall Sundays are too rich an experience to give up now.

(Although, I do root in the sports pages for the New England Patriots to rip the skin off and shit on their opponents because Brady and the coach like Trump. But that's about it.)

Which brings me to something you should know if you did not already: Glen Coffee, a real hero!



For clarity, here's Glen Coffee's Wiki entry:

Professional career
San Francisco 49ers
Coffee was drafted in the third round of the 2009 NFL Draft with the 74th overall pick by the San Francisco 49ers. He was used primarily as a backup to Pro Bowl running back Frank Gore.
Retirement

After attending OTAs minicamp, and two weeks of training camp, Coffee abruptly announced on August 13 that he would retire just before the start of the 2010 NFL preseason. Head coach Mike Singletary stated that sixth round draft pick Anthony Dixon and veteran Michael Robinson would compete for the second running back spot and that Coffee's departure would not be a distraction to the team. However, on August 16, the 49ers signed free agent veteran Brian Westbrook as the backup running back to a one-year deal. The 49ers could move to recoup $621,000 of Coffee's $828,000 signing bonus.

Coffee planned to return to the University of Alabama to finish his degree in consumer affairs, with an eye towards graduate school. Coffee confirmed that the reason he retired was that his heart was never in football and that he believed God wanted him to take another path.

Comeback
On April 21, 2017, Coffee was officially reinstated by the NFL and was subsequently released by the San Francisco 49ers who still owned his player rights. Coffee announced his intentions to play in The Spring League Showcase on July 15, 2017.

Military service
Coffee subsequently enlisted in the U.S. Army in February 2013 to become a paratrooper.

..nuff said.

September 19, 2017

So I am just guessing..


..that when Google did one of its creepy search mastheads that it was referring to this Amelia Hernandez:


And NOT this one:


If the latter, then she's pretty buff for a 100-year-old!

Arrrrr! Talk like a pirate day be upon us..

Today is September 19th -- Talk Like a Pirate Day!


I hope you all got your T.L.a.P. shopping done on time and got your T.L.a.P. cards in the mail and are enjoying this festive season! As the progenitors will have it:



Or THE ORIGINAL Pirate:


..so, shiver yer timbers, matey. Here be Miss Purity Pinker with yer flagon o' grog!

Clinton Crime Family


Everyone on this side of the political spectrum cowers in absolute terror of or quivers with crimson rage over the ex-Nazi George Soros and the mischief he is playing on the world scene with his vast fortunes. Currently, Soros is said to be worth approximately $25.2 billion.

But I stumbled across a post on The Gateway Pundit just today that got me to wondering how much the Clinton Foundation has under its control and -- more specifically -- how much money the grasping, greedy, scabby old bitch herself controls.

In building investigations, Daily Caller first discovered that Hillary transferred a mass sum of money from her campaign over to Onward Together:

Clinton transferred $800,000 from her failed 2016 presidential campaign to Onward Together shortly before announcing the group’s launch in May, documents the campaign filed with the FEC reveal.

Now, today, it has been revealed by Offended America exactly where that money is going:

Daily Caller reached out to five different Antifa linked groups, and only one was willing to deny donations from Onward Together. Soros-linked group, Indivisible, denied receiving financial support from Clinton or Onward Together.

“Onward Together has not given any financial support to us,” Helen Kalla, an Indivisible spokesperson, wrote to Daily Caller.

Kalla added that Clinton’s group has “been amplifying and highlighting our work through their digital networks,” which she explained has consisted of “retweeting [Indivisible], and they’ve highlighted our work via their emails to their list too.”

According to Federal Election Commission documents, Hillary Clinton transferred $800,000 from her failed political campaign “Hillary for America” to her new Super-PAC “Onward Together”, before she announced the existence of the PAC in May, 2017.

Amid other disturbing details, it’s now been revealed that “Onward Together” is a 501(c)4 “Social Welfare” organization, which means that it’s not required to disclose many of the details of its operations to the public or disclose who its donors are.

By receiving campaign funds, and then furnishing the funds to Antifa terrorist groups, Clinton may have implicated many of her supported [sic] in a crime.

Hillary Clinton, now too old to run for office, will go back to doing what she’s always done best, round up money from anonymous sources, and then use that money to influence elections and peddle power.

It appears that she is at it again and, while not on the magnitude of that old piece of evil incarnate, this unholy trio (The Queen of Denial, BeeJay Bubba, and Web Hubbel's Wicked Spawn) appears to be entering the neighborhood of major financial mischief makers with surprising alarm.

Getting to the bottom of all this is an interesting prospect -- not one I am about to devote the rest of my life to -- but, with impending retirement and its concomitant abundance of free time staring me in the face, I can easily see my turning over a rainy weekend or two to this quest for knowledge. Certainly worth investigating is why this woman still has a campaign fund in operation. Simple math based on rumors indicate that she raised $2 billion yet only open $1.3 billion in her failed attempt to win the presidency. That would leave her about $700 million as discretionary income -- which she seems to want to dole out to various institutions bent on toppling this nation.

I am sure the results of any such research will be sobering.

September 17, 2017

Coming of Age


..courtesy of Sparta Report Hot Gasser Cementer above.

Fore!

Too funny! Go to You Tube and get the CNN version of this and watch the vapor locking by the CNN commentators!

September 16, 2017

Go Big or Go Home

The following is a piece I hope to publish on a blog called Bruins Nation that is dedicated to my alma mater's sports endeavors. Currently in place is a coach who is taking several millions in salary and is a desultory talent at best. His team blew a game to Memphis, 48-45, starting their annual slide into oblivion earlier than usual. Hopefully, this will occasion enough ire to get this dolt canned.

Ain't holding my breath, though.

Over on another post, I remarked that, inasmuch as UCLA football has begun its annual decent into mediocrity, I might embark on the uncharacteristic journey of becoming a USC fan. While this is heresy and I come here to more or less expiate my guilt, it happened to me once before in the late seventies when I got so-o-o-o tired of rooting against the Los Angeles Dodgers that I started rooting for them. (I was and still am a San Francisco Giants devotee having followed them since before my UCLA years.) This is by way of apology; I don't know what came over me..

.. actually, yes I do.

Amplifying my thoughts above (and I am kidding about backing USC, believe me), the only way this program will excel is if it gets cut throat, nasty, and mean and hires a head coach who has been to the dance before. We should not be paying some mid-level NFL HC or cast-off assistant millions of dollars to come in and waste his recruits' and the fans' time and the school's money. This is a big-time school whose AD and athletic department management (as well as the state school bureaucratic management) just want to get by.

I get that UCLA has an excellent reputation and that it should not compromise that, but one has to face the facts: if you want to have a winning program you need to put in place a coach and staff who has been there before and who has the fire in the belly. Mora has been in "coast mode" since his third season at UCLA. If he doesn't realize it, then he's far more pathetic than anyone can imagine. You don't take people's money like he does and turn out a substandard product year after year after year.

I know this is coulda, woulda, shoulda but anything short of burning down the program and rebuilding is time and money flushed down the crapper. You need a coach who has partied in the upper echelon and has demonstrated he knows how to get the job done. Look at USC. (I know, I know.) They are rumored to be a powerhouse again after just getting off of a multi-year probation. The guys over there are practicing, learning, and dwelling in Central Los Angeles next to neighborhoods festooned with crack houses and commensurate levels of gang sophistication. Don't you really think that, if UCLA were a consistent winner, most of them would choose UCLA and Westwood over the shit hole that is USC?


But we do not need to recruit brigands, footpads, and felons to win. Hell, we might not even be required to hire a high profile coach. (And, yes, I realize I am tearing down my central argument.) Were I Mora, I would make a pilgrimage to Tibet or Japan or Nepal or some place and party with some monks in the process of stripping my spirit and soul clean of all the encumberments. When spiritually naked, I would then look into my heart and ask myself:

"How the f**k does Stanford win year after year - even when they change head coaches?"

The answer would be like "being shot with a diamond bullet". I would realize that I do not have the fire in the belly that Furd and it's football staff and players do. (If I were being blindingly honest, I'd realize that I did not possess the requisite smarts either.)

Lookee here, fellow babies, everyone whines about the AD not spending $107 million versus $98 million on facilities. But, in the past, UCLA has had coaches who fared with far less in the way of athletic amenities that they have now. (Oh dear Lord, here's another old codger with his back-in-the-day parable.) But, consider the matters of Protho, Vermeil, Donahue (in his first 13 years), and Toledo (up until New year's Day in 1998.) All came here with a mission: to make UCLA a winner and that burned bright within them while they were here.

Tommy Prothro (coincidentally, a native of Memphis) came out of Oregon State where he had won a conference championship, a Rose Bowl, and minted a Heisman trophy winner, Terry Baker. Prothro came to UCLA and made guys who were our size -- gutty, little Bruins -- believers that defeated USC on his first try in one of the greatest games in the history of that great game. (It also gave birth to one of the greatest fan signs ever displayed in Los Angeles Coliseum history: "69% of football fans prefer Prothro Tactics to Trojans!"). His team also won the conference and and upset the number one team in the nation (MSU) in the Rose Bow. In the process, he converted a Sequoia High School single wing tailback into great quarter back -- and a Heisman trophy winner. (How's that for coaching greatness?) His record next year continued with a 14-7 win over USC and what would have been another trip to the Rose Bowl except for the politics of no-repeat or shady conference standings math or whatever. (Recommended reading is Prothro's Wiki entry.)

Dick Vermeil picked up the reins from Pepper Rodgers who, himself, had a rebuilding season and then two really good seasons before he went to Kansas. Vermeil built the Bruins into a conference champion and Rose Bowl winning team (over top -ranked Ohio State coached by Woody Hayes) in his second year before he went to Philadelphia and turned the Eagles around.

Donahue came along and was pretty impressive in the first thirteen of his twenty year career. He was 108-38-4 with four conference championships and three Rose Bowl wins by impressive margins. He won four New Year's Day bowl games in a row from 1983 to 1986. After 1989, he took his foot off the gas and coasted to a stop until he was replaced by Bob Toledo who managed to run off a string of 20 straight wins (longest in school history). When Toledo lost that [un]memorable hurricane postpones game to Miami, the wind went out of his sails and he was canned in 2002 and you-know-who took over.

Mora, while racking up three impressive seasons, has gone absolutely nowhere unless you count
San Diego, El Paso, San Antonio, and Santa Clara. He has rolled up a 1-3 record in no-name, afterthought, done-before-Christmas-or-New Year's Eve bowls. Moreover, he has demonstrated a remarkable ability to NOT win the "big" game -- be it against USC or Oregon or Standford or any other school standing squarely in the path of UCLA and a conference championship.

He is not a clutch coach by any stretch of the imagination unless you count his standing on the sidelines and clutching his throat or his heart or his genitalia! In my opinion, to be frank, it seems like the kids arrive with all kinds of talent and yet precious few improve -- or they recognize their lack of progress and opt for an early out to the pros while their market value is still worthwhile.

Look, I am getting bogged down in stats and history. I can easily get shot down with stats in this attempt to make my case, but that is pure unadulterated fertilizer. Stats are quoted by baseball teams or baseball players to try to justify their fourth place, out-of-the-money finish or the fact that a particular pitcher or hitter did not lead his team to the World Serious. Mora recruits talent that could yield great teams but fails to seal the deal. but what I am trying to say is that my [fading] memory seems to hold glimpses of UCLA teams who were coached above their ability by men who had a dream and instilled this dream into his teams. Single-wing tailbacks emerge as Heisman Trophy winners, defensive backs and running backs and line backers stay four years and benefit each year from their additional apprenticeship. A collection of talented recruits and enthusiastic walk-ons emerge as a cohesive unit with a clear view of their mission and its goal. They possess the drive and spirit to accomplish this mission. Mora's teams each year dissolve into an incoherent and confused mish-mash of injuries, missed opportunities, stammered, inadequate excuses, and a blown mission.

I think Mora's work here has run its course and it's time to nuke the whole thing and build it up from scratch. Unfortunately, we have a complacent state run bureaucracy (headed by Janet Reno, fer crissakes) and a rotund ex-baseball player as AD who seems to think that five or six wins is good enough. They are also counting on the complacent alums who subscribe to ever-increasing season ticket prices and whatever license fees or surcharges are imposed to keep the sinking ship of UCLA football afloat. They are counting on these alums to continue to show up in Pasadena, sip the Chardonnay, chum on the brie at their tailgate soirees, and hum By The Pacific's Waters nostalgically. The very same then repair to the shady side of the Rose Bowl and golf clap while the Bruins go out there and give it the old college try.

As a child of the sixties, I rubbed up against enough protesters and anti-this or save-the-whatevers to realize that tolerating the status quo -- if it is bullshit -- is, well, bullshit. Remember when someone painted "Free the UCLA 30,000" on the apartments across from the ZBT house?) Good enough is not good enough! I say reach for the stars, take no prisoners, kick ass and take names and..

..go big or go home.

Holy Christ! Freddie's Nailed it Again!

Disclaimer: This is the same guy -- the professor at John Jay who was suspended for his tweets -- but, oh my God, does this guy have a pencil neck or what?

"Soon the geeks were poppin' up all over town.
You couldn't hardly sneeze without knockin' one down."


Freddie Blassie coined the phrase "Pencil Neck Geek" to describe the wimps that infect the world and environs we live in. Seems there's YET ANOTHER one of these guys; this time over at Weasel Zippers!


In case you'd like to sing along, here's Freddie's lyrics.
PENCIL NECK GEEK
(Pete Cicero / Martin Margulies)

Freddie Blassie

Back when I was a kid, life was going swell.
Till something happened, blew every thing to hell.
That night my daddy stumbled in, all pale and weak,
Said "A woman up the block just gave birth to a geek."

Mom said, "Sell it to the circus, what the heck."
Dad said, "Nope, this one's a pencil neck.
And if there's one thing lower than a side show freak,
It's a grit eatin', scum suckin', pencil neck geek."

You see if you take a pencil that won't hold lead,
Looks like a pipe cleaner attached to a head,
Add a buggy whip body with a brain that leaks,
You got yourself a grit eatin', pencil neck geek.

(chorus)
Pencil neck geek, grit eatin' freak,
scum suckin', pea head with a lousy physique.
He's a one man, no gut, loosing streak.
Nothin' but a pencil neck geek.

Soon the geeks were poppin' up all over town.
You couldn't hardly sneeze without knockin' one down.
After a nice juicy steak, if you need a toothpick,
Just reach for a geek, they'll do the trick.

One day we cut one up for fish bait.
Learned our lesson just a little bit late.
Soon as the geek hit the drink, the water turned red.
Next day, sure enough, all the fish were dead.

chorus

Most any night you know where I can be found.
Yeah, stomping some geek's head into the ground.
So keep the faith 'cause in Blassie you can trust,
I won't give up 'til the last geek bites the dust.

chorus

They say, "these geeks come a dime a dozen."
I'm lookin' for the guy who's supplin' the dimes.
Its gonna be real hard times for all of these
grit eatin',
scum suckin',
boot lickin',
drop kickin',
gut grindin',
nail bitin',
glue sniffin',
scab pickin',
butt scratchin',
egg hatchin',
sleezy,
smelly,
pepper bellied,
dirty, lousy, rotten, stinkin', freaks.
Nothing but a pencil neck geek.

Pencil neck geek.
Pencil neck geek.
Pencil neck geek.

Arrrr! Ha-ha!

Tuesday, September 19th is "Talk Like a Pirate" day!

And here's the progenitor of this idiom, Robert Newton, who was MOST DEFINITELY not some frotzing Nancy boy with eye makeup and effeminate affectations.


..and, as a parting shot here's a Pirate's Day riddle for you: what do you call the cross between a droid and a pirate?

Arrr2D2!

September 15, 2017

Freddie Blassie had it nailed..


Fans of Dr Demento will remember this.


Here's old Freddie on the subject:


..and here's the Tucker interview for those who wish to suppress their gag reaction:

September 13, 2017

Memories..

To good to pass up!


With apologies..

"The Good James" speaks..

Supplied by me co-worker and good friend, "The Good James" an actual training notice from The Great White North now run by Justin Trudeau (the Former Substitute Drama Teacher and Part-time Ski Instructor*)..


Two Spirit? Questioning? Polyamorous? How about Reaching? How about Confused? How about Absurd?

..how about Pathetic?

*see here for prime excoriation of this limp dick emasculee:


Doncha just love the throat-clearing, guttural scraping pronunciations?

September 12, 2017

Predicted

I called this. (See posts below.)


..still $18 for this pole o' trash is a lot. I am holding to my prediction: B. Dalton remainder piles for $1-2 by Christmas!