Or, Six World-Class Fuck-ups from the School of
Human- your choice.
I own a television and subscribe to a newspaper.
I have eyes- and ears, even an opinion.
I read. I think. I shake my head- a lot.
I touch, I feel, I can smell a rat.
There are many.
The world is full-up in rat shit.
Let’s shovel, shall we?
The Saga of Oscar Pistorius
A gifted but deeply narcissistic spoiled brat that likes to play with guns.
There is more to becoming a great athlete then breaking records. There’s something called
‘Role Modeling’ that should always factor into the equation. The world needs to stop
worshipping false idols.
North Korea; and other short tales of little men with small
Fair trade (what a hoot) practices stringently exercised on China. When this starts to
interfere with the Chinese economy and their in-your-face monetary policies, we leverage for
a cessation of their economic support of Kim the Younger.
Or, we wait for wanton syphilis to ravage the little asshole’s asshole.
The Mystery of Flight 370
Let’s start with the obvious: The plane flew on it’s scheduled course, for a bit, then dropped
off of radar (Of course, it would have been helpful if someone had actually been looking at
the radar…), but that’s it.
That’s all we know.
Anything else is pure conjecture.
Given the size of global ocean coverage, it can be strongly assumed to be in pieces at the
bottom of the sea, with no working ‘pinger’, and any remaining surface pieces strewn about
like bits of pollen grains (which are very small, btw).
Even Wolf Blitzer, with all of his incessant sensationalizing, won’t be able to find one- though
I suspect, he will keep on trying.
Hillary Clinton (And how her choices may come back to bite her in her
Make no mistake about this- she is a political animal.
Without her there would be no Bill.
And, that’s the rub.
Bill. (And all the rubbing he’s done).
If only she would have not stood by her man.
If only she would have done what most of us regular folk would have done- leave the bastard.
But nooooo. She had hitched her star to that wagon and was in for a dollar/in for a dime.
Used the classic politico excuse that it was a ‘family matter’.
I wonder if she realizes what kind of respect she’d have garnered by saying ‘No’, ‘You can’t
take advantage of me like that.”
I might have even voted for her.
The Legalization of Pot.
For the love of God, if you need grass to relieve the physical side effects of chemotherapy, or
have glaucoma, whateva– here’s a dime bag. I’ll roll your doobie, but do we really want to add
to the dice game that is Driving Under the Influence? So now, the idiot next door, is not only
drunk, but stoned, and behind the wheel?
The Nigerian Situation
First off: the hashtag #bringbackourgirls will do nothing. But, it looks cool. Like your deeply
committed to solving the situation.
But your not, ’cause unless you get on a plane and strap on a machete, and venture into the
jungle- you’re just posing, but I digress…
The first thing I noticed was the outrage that the kidnapping of these girls was new. It is not.
Secondly, I heard a mainstream media report that purported that the leader, Abubakar
Shekau is a very intelligent man with a photographic memory.
There is no such thing as a photographic memory, and it would be termed Eidetic, which is
the early ability many humans have to organize information. It is usually visual (so that a
baby can recognize her mother’s face) and only can be recalled quickly and only for several
minutes- not years later. It must be continually reinforced and becomes an ability that is no
longer active by early adolescence, at the latest.
So let’s not attempt to craft a sense of genius here. It’s very insulting. He’s a deeply flawed
animal, one that, if I were President of these United States, I would be tracking down like a
starving hound dog catching wind of a meat wagon.
Here’s my scenerio: If I were in a position of real power, global power, aircraft at my
disposal kind of power, I would invade that God forsaken country, without anyone’s
permission (screw the UN- they’re worthless. Screw the Nigerian government- they’re
castrated), boots on the ground, satelites fired up, drones hovering, guns loaded, bad boys
sacked-up, scorch and burn kind of invasion.
I would do everything within my power to rescue as many of these young woman as possible
and promptly return them to their parents, THEN, I would leave. No need for a Thank You. I
am not staying behind to help you get your shit together. I am LEAVING.
I would not ask for permission, nor would I care if the World had a shit-fit.
Yes, I’d be impeached.
Yes, I’d have to resign.
Yet, I can’t think of a better reason to break every damn rule in the book…