I decided to have a little fun with this one.

The chick is a bona fide moron if she thinks gun magazines can't be reused, but I hope my little gift at the end will give you a chuckle.

 

Looks like the ole Godfather found the smoking gun

There has been a lot of talk in this country about just what ideology our dear president holds. Is he the most moderate Democrat in the last 70 years? Some would say so, with fancy line graphs to back up their assertion and everything. Then you have others, like the governor of Louisiana, who seem to hold a different view. Then there are the libertarians, who often seem to think that Obama is simply another neo-con in Democrat clothing.

The one thing that we can say with some degree of certainty is that a lot of people like to call the president a socialist, and a lot of other people get pretty pissed when that happens. Until now the 'Obama is a socialist' crowd have had to rely on comparative political analysis, pitting the president's views against those of self-professed socialists in Europe. It's a fair exercise, but most of the Tea Party crowd aren't picturing a European social democracy when they talk about the president. They're talking about a good old fashioned commie. That label is a little more difficult to justify... until now.

I was taking a quiz online a little while ago. There was a list of the U.S. presidents' names, but they were spelled in the Russian form of the Cyrillic alphabet. I got them all right eventually, although I did have to pause the game in order to decode the different characters and relate them to the English names. My score on the quiz is not the point here though. Just take a look at the list and see what stands out to you.



Some of those loony liberal types might try to tell you that this is just an odd coincidence, but I know better. We've had presidents in this country for more than 220 years. None of their names are recognizable in that crazy commie language. None of them except one, that is. They have been planning for the arrival of Comrade Obama for quite some time, it would appear.

Sweet

I remarked to my brother today, as we left Joe Louis Arena, that you don't always buy the ticket to experience the game. You can watch the game on television, after all. Sometimes you buy the ticket to experience the walk back to your parking spot. After the Irish won the last ever CCHA championship this afternoon in Detroit, that walk back to the parking spot was a beauty. Absolute silence. The same Michigan fans who were hooting and hollering after their early 1-0 lead were forced to simply shut the fuck up and accept reality for what it is.

Notre Dame beat Michigan five times out of five this season.

Notre Dame caused Michigan to miss the NCAA tournament for the first time in more than 20 years, likely securing a #1 seed for the Irish in the process.

Notre Dame sent Red Berenson out on a loss. Heh. (Although, to be fair, Red's two national titles are infinitely more than Bo's zero.)

The little douchebags to our left, doing the weird 'whoop whoop' thing during Michigan penalty kills, had to sit and suffer as my brother did the same following each of Notre Dame's three glorious goals.

Notre Dame will own the Mason Cup... forever.

You probably can't solve this dilemma.

I went bowling earlier tonight. (223, 178, and 202, in case you were wondering.) While I was at the bowling alley, I got a text message from one of my cousins. I had done some technical work on her behalf recently, but this text message was of a social nature. Long story short → sure, I'll stop by the local redneck pool hall and have a beer.

After a short time, she and her crew were ready to leave the pool hall. Predictably, of course, she asked if I wanted her to stop by my house and take a look at the aforementioned technical work. This was obviously the underlying basis for the original social invite. It was 1am, so having a few visitors seemed perfectly logical to me. Let's do it.

She reviewed my work, handed me some cash, and then hung around to talk for a little while. By the time she left, the re-airing of the new bible show on the History Channel was wrapping up. From what I saw of that show, it was pretty lousy. Just a halfassed attempt to brush across a few key biblical stories and then skip hundreds of years before brushing across the next key biblical story. I was unimpressed.

Then, at 2am, there was the viking show. That one was also new. As tends to be the case where television is involved, I again found myself unimpressed. I'm just not a TV guy, I guess. I may check out another episode at some point in time, since Ragnar Lodbrok is an interesting historical/mythological figure, but that first episode was shitty.

Then, as tends to be the case after a 2am show has concluded, it was 3am. What to do at 3am... what to do? I could go to bed, but that's not my cup of tea. I could read something, but it was 3am, so... I could flip through the channels and see if anything was worth watching.

I found live baseball on the MLB Network. I like baseball - a lot. In early March, I especially like baseball that counts for something, unlike the typical spring training game. The World Baseball Classic was the perfect fit. And did I mention that it was live - at 3am?

But here's the dilemma. The game was being played between China and Cuba. If you wonder how I feel about communists, then you clearly don't know me. Visit the navigation links at the right of the page and do some reading. If you already know how I feel about communists, then you're starting to get an idea of my problem. For whom should I cheer? There's no easy answer. The ChiComs are probably the world's biggest offenders right now, but the Cubans damned near caused WWIII back in the 60's. Personally, I take a somewhat forgiving view toward the Chinese, since I buy a lot of cheap shit that was made in China. But then again, the Cubans make good cigars. And I do enjoy a good cigar.

Based on the few people that I've met from the respective countries, I find the Chinese to be more likable. Then again, I recently took a class that taught me about my cultural predisposition to hate people with dark skin. It hardly seems fair to the Cubans that they should suffer as a result of my latent racism. I mean, clearly I'm racist toward everybody other than pasty white males, but the Cubans are darker. So I'm more racist toward them. Studies say so. Studies conducted by people with PhD's and shit. Who could argue with that?

So, do I root for Cuba in order to compensate for my hatred of dark people? Or do I root for China in order to compensate for my hatred of those who pursue "progress" by killing millions of innocent people? It's a tough call. And we haven't even gotten to the part where both teams wear uniforms that would look cheap on your local beer league softball team. As a white heterosexual male, clearly I hate the gays. So it's no surprise that I fail to appreciate fabulous uniforms like these.

So there you have it. Which team should I support? And why?

(Spoiler alert: I hope an asteroid hits the stadium and takes out both teams. You know, because I'm white... meaning I'm racist.) But let me know. Anything else I should support?