Mischief, Tom Foolery, and Shenanigans

The big news in Ark City, USA today is the streaker who ran across the field at last night's football game against Winfield. For the most part, people (myself included) just think that it's funny. A few are completely indifferent. But, as to be expected, there are some who are absolutely outraged. It happened during Senior night, while this year's class was being honored. Apparently, one the girls being recognized was actually in tears. I have to admit, that just makes it more amusing to me. Sorry your special moment got ruined, sweetie, but get over yourself. 

Early word is that the kid is just going to be charged with disorderly conduct. I'm sure mom and dad will have some additional sentencing. Frankly, that's all the kid should get. I know that there are some overly conservative and uptight bible beaters, soccer moms, and such who will want to see the kid get the book thrown at him. There might even be some "justice" seekers who want the kid to be charged as a sex offender. Again, get over yourself. If the worse that happens to you in a day is that you saw some teenage kid's junk, was it that bad of a day?

To tell the truth, I'm relieved to that reckless behavior still has a home here in Ark City. This week is Halloween, but you would hardly know it. This city has sucked the spirit right out of what should be one of the best times of the year. I have had several conversations this week with people who agree that our kids today are really missing out. We moved trick or treat night to the 26th this year. I barely saw any kids out after dark. It seems like people just go to the controlled environment that the city puts on at the recreation center and then it's home in time for dinner. Furthermore, I didn't see one house decorated with eggs and toilet paper.

I'm not trying to encourage any criminal behavior. I just want to see more "kids being kids." They can be safe and responsible when they are adults. So the streaker, I say thank you, young man. You have injected a little chaos into a town that was very much in need of it.

Bring The Noise

It was discovered awhile back that interrogators at Guantanamo Bay were using loud music to try and crack terror suspects. They used everything from Metallica to The Sesame Street theme song to get the prisoners to talk. Of course the usual debates about everything involving Gitmo ensued. That's not what I want to talk about though.

Naturally, many prominent musicians are in an uproar. Many have started a coalition which joined with the larger National Campaign to Close Guantanamoto. Honestly, I have to assume that the anger of some of the rock stars is grounded in humanitarianism as much as it is vanity. Who wants to be told that there art was used to torture people. That's not what I want to talk about either.

To tell the truth, the whole thing just got me thinking about what kind of music the enemy would have to play to get me to crack. Anything by Kenny Chesney comes to mind.  Lady GaGa's Poker Face. The Friends theme song. I'm curious which songs or artists everyone else finds torturous. Let me know.

And When The Jello Settles...

Just a quick follow up on "Always Room For Jello". This past Saturday was the big event. I think we can safely say that a good time was had by all. The Red Zone and all of those in attendance were grateful to the young ladies who fought so valiantly. In a way, they were all winners. In another, more accurate way, a young woman named Ashley was the winner. Congratulations, Ashley. I'm sure someday you'll be proudly be recounting the story to your grandkids about how you went through all challengers like a buzz-saw to capture that trophy.

To tell the truth, everyone in attendance was a winner that night. RZ never fails to deliver a good time on their special events and parties. The highlight of the night might have actually been when Jim Schmidt, the owner, threw his son Jimbo into the Jello and proceeded to show him and everyone else who the man of the family is. Better luck next time, Jimbo.

Feel the Hate

In the brief time I've been doing this blog, I've had a lot of fun. We've had some good discussions going on issues that are both relevant and irrelevant. A lot of people have given awesome feedback to my comments as well as the comments of others. Many have had some hilarious points to make regarding the subject matter (Read what my friend Brian G. wrote on my post about the Louisiana judge) I really do appreciate hearing from people who thought that I was making a good point or at least a humorous one. It's good to know I'm not alone.

I have to be honest, what I really love is when people get pissed off at what I say. Maybe I'm a natural instigator, maybe I'm just not quite right in the head, the bottom line is I thrive on negative attention. 

People commenting on my blog have called me morally bankrupt, socialist, ignorant, indoctrinated in the agenda of the liberal media, and a jackass. My personal favorite came yesterday, when someone told me, DIAF (die in a fire). This person, who was angry about my general disapproval of modern politicians, thinks that I should burn to death because we have different political ideas. I love it!!!! Anonymous hatred does for me what spinach does for Popeye.

So, I'll keep doing what I do and you all keep commenting regardless of what you think about my point of view. We'll have some fun and some laughs. As long as your comment is not vulgar or slanderous I will publish it. I would like to occasionally see someone who feels so strong about something that they want to attack me or anyone else mentioned on or affiliated with the blog, use their name and not post anonymously. This is however, the internet, which we all know was created for people to show how retarded they are without showing who they are.

I'm Glad I'm Not From The South

I just saw an article on Yahoo! from AP about a judge in Louisiana who refused to grant a marriage license to an interracial couple. His reason was that he did it to protect any children that the couple might have. Here's a quote from the crazy old southern gentleman:

"I'm not a racist. I just don't believe in mixing the races that way," Bardwell told the Associated Press on Thursday. "I have piles and piles of black friends. They come to my home, I marry them, they use my bathroom. I treat them just like everyone else."

Piles of them? He allows them to use his bathroom? Is it the same one that he and his white guests get to use? 

Here's a link for the whole story.

The Passing of a Legend

Today, I am truly grief stricken. The world of professional wrestling...no, the hell with that, THE WORLD  lost a great man yesterday. I'm speaking of wrestling legend "Captain" Lou Albano. Although, an accomplished grappler in his own right, he is perhaps best remembered as a manager for greats such as Andre The Giant. He also showed us all that rubber bands can be used to make a fashion statement. We'll miss you Captain. God Bless.

Give Em' Hell, Harry!

For the most part, I despise politicians. Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, Communist, Black Panther, whatever. None of these thieves and liars have our best interest at heart. Of course, I am talking about them collectively and not on an individual basis. I know there are a few diamonds in the rough, who have yet to sell their souls to the devil (special interests) and perhaps never will.

I know many people who feel the same as I do. Recently I have had a similar conversation with several people from all over the political spectrum and there is one thing that we have been able to agree upon: The world is ready now, more than ever for another Harry Truman. My grandma recently e-mailed me some facts about him that I thought I would share. They really illustrate the kind of man he was and why we will probably never have another like him.

Harry Truman was a different kind of President.  He probably made  as many important decisions regarding our nation's history as any of the other 42 Presidents. However, a measure of his greatness may rest on what he did after he left the White House.

The only asset he had when he died was the house he lived in, which was in Independence Missouri . His wife had inherited the house from her mother and other than their years in the White House, they lived their entire lives there.

When he retired from office in 1952, his income was a U.S. Army pension reported to have been $13,507.72 a year. Congress, noting that he was paying for his stamps and personally licking them, granted him an "allowance" and, later, a retroactive pension of $25,000 per year.

After President Eisenhower was inaugurated, Harry and Bess drove home to Missouri by themselves. There were no Secret Service following them.

When offered corporate positions at large salaries, he declined, stating, "You don't want me. You want the office of the President, and that doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the American people and it's not for sale."

Even later, on May 6, 1971, when Congress was preparing to award him the Medal of Honor on his 87th birthday, he refused to accept it, writing, "I don't consider that I have done anything which should be the reason for any award, Congressional or otherwise."

As president he paid for all of his own travel expenses and food.

Modern politicians have found a new level of success in cashing in on the Presidency, resulting in untold wealth. Today, many in Congress also have found a way to become quite wealthy while enjoying the fruits of their offices. Political offices are now for sale.  

Good old Harry Truman was correct when he observed, "My choices in life were either to be a piano player in a whore house or a politician. And to tell the truth, there's hardly any difference!

I say dig him up and clone him!!

The sad thing is that neither of the two main political parties would likely even allow someone like Truman to advance to the point of being a presidential candidate. Today, you have to know how to "play ball", shake the right hands and kiss the right butts. It's pathetic really. It should make us all sick or depressed, or perhaps most importantly, angry. 

Always Room For Jello

For anyone interested, The Red Zone (here in Arkansas City, USA) will be having Jello wrestling on Oct. 17th. Any women interested in participating, should contact them for details, or just show up with your game face on. RZ employee, Michelle, has told me that she will soon be putting in the order for "Industrial Strength Jello." No word as to whether or not Industrial Strength Pudding is also available.