The Death of Smoking

So, it's almost official. Assuming the governor signs off, beginning July 1 it will no longer be legal to smoke in any public place in the state of Kansas. So this is a good thing....I guess.

I know smoking is bad for you. I know it's potentially bad for those around you. And let's face it,  it's those people around you that have bitched and moaned their grievance all the way to becoming state law. To those people, I say, boo-fricking-hoo. If I don't give a crap about my health, why should I care about yours. Non-smokers are without a doubt the biggest bunch of crybabies in the entire world.

One of you little pansies is probably reading this now and saying, Oh, but I have asthma. You're second hand smoke might trigger an attack. To that, I say, GOOD! I'm glad you have asthma. I'll probably get emphysema, but you don't hear me bitching. Cowboy up!

I could go on about this topic for a while, but I could really use a smoke right now. So later.  

I'm Back

I took a little sabbatical from doing this blog. There was no good reason for it. It's not like the responsibilities of maintaining a blog are that taxing. I don't know if I'm just lazy or if I simply didn't feel like sharing.

My dozens of loyal readers, however, were not going to allow me to stay on the sidelines for too long. So like Michael Jordan returning wearing #45 (yeah...it's just like that), I'm back.

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.