I'd like to tell you how I feel right now, but I simply cannot find words that will equate.
You're a small town guy with good moral values. You don't talk you just play hard. And you play wherever they need you in order for your team to win. The respected names in football are praising you as a man outside of football, and everyone knows your name. You're one of the better pro linebackers of all time. You've become the role model of millions of youngsters and we are proud of you being one of the few pro athletes worthy of that moniker. You're hooking up with the trash of celeb town. You have an illegitimate child with a well known celeb stalker. Your blue and orange #54 is on more fans' backs than any jersey in history. Your lacking personality is still on too many commercials and is making too much money. Your desire and passion for the game has dwindled. And now you want more? You turn your back on your family - the people who made you who you are. No one makes themselves Mr. Urlacher. No one. It makes me very sad to say it, but you're probably better off elsewhere. I speak for myself and I'm pretty sure I speak for Chicago fans as a whole when I say, "You don't belong here anymore."
-A loyal fan destroyed
http://www.suntimes.com/sports/mariotti/904006,mariotti041908.article
20080410
Utah? No, Utica.
This blog does not allow posts that aren't complaining in nature. In lieu of that I will recap my day yesterday only because I get to bitch about a few things.
Beerfuelsamerica.com(the psuedoname for my employer) decided to sent me to one of New York's finest towns. Utica. You ask what there is to do in Utica? I have no idea. But any town that has a lack of interesting/fun things to do requires that much more beer be distributed.
My day starts off at BTV with a rental car. After hearing/seeing all the planes(I don't fly American) I really wished I was hopping on one of those instead of my brand new Malibu. By the way, every time they update a car model it seems to get smaller. Does it look like I'm getting any smaller? Likely not!
Fast forward to Vergennes and I'm looking at a small bit of road construction in my lane. There's a postal vehicle(we don't have delegated trucks in rural VT, only personal owned postal vehicles) in my lane as well so I stop behind it in order to let the single lane of oncoming traffic pass. The last car is on the yellow line. Now it's over the yellow line. Every foot closer to me is another foot over the yellow line. It's a white plate which believe it or not I didn't have time to identify because I actually thought SHE was going to hit me. My best guess has three options but none of them answer the real question as to why the fuck SHE is in my lane. Massachusetts, Quebec, or California? She manages to pass by without hitting me although I do not know how. Our mirrors must have touched. The flagger motions me to advance, but as soon as she goes by me I look in my rear view mirror only to see HER in my lane DRIVING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. I stop and watch until she dips down the hill leaving me guessing as to what happens next. Holy shit! Is SHE from Britain? Australia? WTF! Head on collision anyone?
Ready for another good one. I roll up over a hill a little while later only to see two Mourning Doves in the road. No time to stop, no room to swerve. Smack, plunk, feathers flying everywhere. This can't be a good sign. Mourning Doves? Are you serious?
Now I'm on New York State Thruway #90. This road is patrolled by cruisers, jacked up SUVs, Corvette's, helicopters, and small planes. Small planes? You have to be joking. Every time I have driven on this road I've driven 80 all the way to Buffalo without a hitch. This time I decide to step it up a notch because I'm late. 90, 100, 100, 115...the engine won't shut off. Too bad the same can't be said for Wild Man's new GMC. That little bitch shuts off at 95. So I slow down to 90, see a cop in the distance and hit the brakes to mimic my 75 MPH right lane cruiser. His red lights are on before I even get by him. Fuck, that's gonna be 2 NY state tickets in 2 weeks. He pulls me over and tells me I was going 87 and it was a little too fast. He comes back literally 2 minutes later with a ticket for me. No questions, just a simple transaction. Business in business in New York.
This brings us to my final destination at a distributor in Utica. I need wireless and I need it now. I get a connection but it won't get me outside. This place has a half-way-decent T1 but they are too dumb/afraid to let outsiders use it. They bought a Time Warner cable connection and a Linksys router. It won't work. I'm pissed. We finally get it to work. Now I need a projector/big screen. I can connect and it sees my signal but will not display anything. We get Mr. IT on the phone and he has no answers. Ha. I guess it's 15 Type A salesman staring at my 15" laptop screen. This ought to be good. And yes, there's the usual fucknut who looks the same, talks the same, and has the same shitty jokes that make you talk really loud in order to attempt to belittle him enough to shut him up. There isn't a distributor without one.
The day is done and it is still light out. This hasn't happened in a long time. I go across the street from my Hampton Inn to a place called Delmonico's Steak House. I go in uneasy for some reason. I don't like the initial appeal. All changes quickly though. Every chick working there is wearing a black mini skirt...and I mean mini! And no, they aren't your usual Utica chicks. This, in all honesty, is the best looking group of girls I have yet to see in my travels across the country. Brunettes dominate only to my appeal. Utica is good for something after all. They have Sam Adams on tap and big mugs too. I order T-Loin medallions on Alfredo. This is good stuff. The Celts are done and so am I so I head across the street to the Hess station. Yuengling six packs for 5.99 and Joker 1 1/2's to boot. Life is good when you don't have to go through the security puffers at the airport. I like my 2008 Malibu after all.
Beerfuelsamerica.com(the psuedoname for my employer) decided to sent me to one of New York's finest towns. Utica. You ask what there is to do in Utica? I have no idea. But any town that has a lack of interesting/fun things to do requires that much more beer be distributed.
My day starts off at BTV with a rental car. After hearing/seeing all the planes(I don't fly American) I really wished I was hopping on one of those instead of my brand new Malibu. By the way, every time they update a car model it seems to get smaller. Does it look like I'm getting any smaller? Likely not!
Fast forward to Vergennes and I'm looking at a small bit of road construction in my lane. There's a postal vehicle(we don't have delegated trucks in rural VT, only personal owned postal vehicles) in my lane as well so I stop behind it in order to let the single lane of oncoming traffic pass. The last car is on the yellow line. Now it's over the yellow line. Every foot closer to me is another foot over the yellow line. It's a white plate which believe it or not I didn't have time to identify because I actually thought SHE was going to hit me. My best guess has three options but none of them answer the real question as to why the fuck SHE is in my lane. Massachusetts, Quebec, or California? She manages to pass by without hitting me although I do not know how. Our mirrors must have touched. The flagger motions me to advance, but as soon as she goes by me I look in my rear view mirror only to see HER in my lane DRIVING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. I stop and watch until she dips down the hill leaving me guessing as to what happens next. Holy shit! Is SHE from Britain? Australia? WTF! Head on collision anyone?
Ready for another good one. I roll up over a hill a little while later only to see two Mourning Doves in the road. No time to stop, no room to swerve. Smack, plunk, feathers flying everywhere. This can't be a good sign. Mourning Doves? Are you serious?
Now I'm on New York State Thruway #90. This road is patrolled by cruisers, jacked up SUVs, Corvette's, helicopters, and small planes. Small planes? You have to be joking. Every time I have driven on this road I've driven 80 all the way to Buffalo without a hitch. This time I decide to step it up a notch because I'm late. 90, 100, 100, 115...the engine won't shut off. Too bad the same can't be said for Wild Man's new GMC. That little bitch shuts off at 95. So I slow down to 90, see a cop in the distance and hit the brakes to mimic my 75 MPH right lane cruiser. His red lights are on before I even get by him. Fuck, that's gonna be 2 NY state tickets in 2 weeks. He pulls me over and tells me I was going 87 and it was a little too fast. He comes back literally 2 minutes later with a ticket for me. No questions, just a simple transaction. Business in business in New York.
This brings us to my final destination at a distributor in Utica. I need wireless and I need it now. I get a connection but it won't get me outside. This place has a half-way-decent T1 but they are too dumb/afraid to let outsiders use it. They bought a Time Warner cable connection and a Linksys router. It won't work. I'm pissed. We finally get it to work. Now I need a projector/big screen. I can connect and it sees my signal but will not display anything. We get Mr. IT on the phone and he has no answers. Ha. I guess it's 15 Type A salesman staring at my 15" laptop screen. This ought to be good. And yes, there's the usual fucknut who looks the same, talks the same, and has the same shitty jokes that make you talk really loud in order to attempt to belittle him enough to shut him up. There isn't a distributor without one.
The day is done and it is still light out. This hasn't happened in a long time. I go across the street from my Hampton Inn to a place called Delmonico's Steak House. I go in uneasy for some reason. I don't like the initial appeal. All changes quickly though. Every chick working there is wearing a black mini skirt...and I mean mini! And no, they aren't your usual Utica chicks. This, in all honesty, is the best looking group of girls I have yet to see in my travels across the country. Brunettes dominate only to my appeal. Utica is good for something after all. They have Sam Adams on tap and big mugs too. I order T-Loin medallions on Alfredo. This is good stuff. The Celts are done and so am I so I head across the street to the Hess station. Yuengling six packs for 5.99 and Joker 1 1/2's to boot. Life is good when you don't have to go through the security puffers at the airport. I like my 2008 Malibu after all.
20080402
Deeeeelayyyyyyyed Reaction.
Big Bearded Bernanke spills the obvious. Recession. Read my lips: R-E-C-E-S-S-I-O-N.
What did he fail to address? The broader implications regarding his Bear Stearns bailout, the administration's recent proposal to further regulate the financial sector, and the consumer mortgage CRISIS. Yes, that's right. It's just the beginning of foreclosures and bankruptcy.
Here's what one of his biggest supporters, Senator Charles Schumer, had to say, "What is the justice of helping Bear Stearns and not millions of homeowners?" Schumer said. "A single homeowner going under does not pose systemic risk, but millions of homeowners going under do."
http://money.cnn.com/2008/04/02/news/economy/bernanke_testimony/index.htm?cnn=yes
What did he fail to address? The broader implications regarding his Bear Stearns bailout, the administration's recent proposal to further regulate the financial sector, and the consumer mortgage CRISIS. Yes, that's right. It's just the beginning of foreclosures and bankruptcy.
Here's what one of his biggest supporters, Senator Charles Schumer, had to say, "What is the justice of helping Bear Stearns and not millions of homeowners?" Schumer said. "A single homeowner going under does not pose systemic risk, but millions of homeowners going under do."
http://money.cnn.com/2008/04/02/news/economy/bernanke_testimony/index.htm?cnn=yes
20080401
More $, More Bullshit.
The market has been calmed by the media and the fed to a point where it is stable for the short term. The dollar is still worthless, inflation continues, and new homes are purchased every day...that's a gamble my dumb ass wouldn't even take. Detroit's sales slumped double digits for the first quarter and so did Toyota's, but H2's keep poppin up at the Jones'. And consumer spending is constantly on the downturn none-the-less. Nothing's good, but nothing's all that bad either....at least to the average reality TV junkie. Stay inside, close the curtains, and eat your damn popcorn. Nothing's actually happening outside. It's all just a bad trip.
You ask yourself, "Where's this article going? What's his point?" And I answer, "Absolutely nowhere." I just wanted to point out how dumb we actually all are.
The other reason, and main reason that I wrote this article is to bitch about all the rich fuckers in this country. Did you know that A-Rod is making $28M this year? Did you also know that the entire Marlins' starting roster is making $21.8M combined? Did you know that Bill Gates donates all his profits now because he can't find anything useful to do with them. He's plowed enough back into the Giant that it's completely self sufficient and his prostitutes are all prepaid through 2080. Warren Buffet donated 85% of his net worth(Thirty seven billion fucking dollars) to charity. He gave his kids nothing. They didn't earn it, and they don't need it! What are all the other mega rich celebs doing with their dough? Paying child support that exceeds $250,000 a year? More than likely. How bout T.O.? And how 'bout Britney. I heard she makes $650,000 a week. And now she runs around like a lunatic and makes even more money. Too bad if I were to run around like a crazy person they would jail me and take all my money
If all the rich fuckers in this world donated 10% of their wealth each year, we wouldn't have white trash. We wouldn't have the ghetto. And we sure as hell wouldn't have a shitty dollar. And don't get me wrong. As soon as I get rich, I'll buy every million dollar toy I can get my hands on and lay down every bet I think I have a 5% chance of winning. But after the garage is full, every coast has my address on it somewhere, the kids are set to be trust fund punks, and I've finally settled down with my last hooker you can bet my money's going out the door to better places.
To all the reality TV celebs who went out in the 80's but are back again, the T.O.'s, the Kobe's, the Prince Nair's of Abu Dabi; and most importantly the big men of Detroit, of Wall Street, and of Silicon Valley - Here's a big fuck you.
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