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November 30, 2005

PFW:  Benediction

Would someone please remind Bill Parcells why Billy Cundiff was in his doghouse in the first place?

Oh, wait - never mind.  Cundiff already did.

Oklahoma 42, Oklahoma State 14
#3 LSU 19, Arkansas 17
Dallas 21, Denver 24 (OT)
LDPYFL Bengals 33. Greater Houston Southside Packers 0

The Bengals, for whom the SpatulaGoddess' squids played the year before, are on their way to Orlando to play in the national Pop Warner championship after only allowing 25 points through 13 games while scoring 20 or more in every game save one.  Go Bengals!!!

...

This just wasn't OSU's year.  The Sooners raced out to a 21-0 lead, then coasted the rest of the way.  Adrian Peterson finally regained his old form after the high ankle sprain.

...

Bo Pelini's defense was vindicated yet again:

"Time and time again we had to turn to the defense and the defense came through," first-year LSU coach Les Miles said. "There were miscues on the offense ... but the defense came to play and we won."

LSU's won nine in a row, and no opponent has scored more than 20 in that span.  The Tigers' defense scored yet another safety on a bad Arkansas punt snap.  The safety provided the margin of victory, and once again solidified my belief that Nebraska picked the wrong head coach to lead its program.

...

Drew Bledsoe once again snatched defeat out of the jaws of victory on Thanksgiving, throwing an interception that Chump Bailey (typo?  No, there's no typo - why do you ask?) picked off and ran back for a score.

Absent that, Billy Cundiff's 34-yard miss in the fourth quarter doesn't seem quite os huge.  But miss it he did, and despite Vinny Lite's massive blunder, that field goal could have won it for the Cowboys.

Instead, Ron Dayne rumbled 55 yards on the second play of overtime, setting up Jason Elam for the winning field goal - and ensuring that my continued call for Tony Romo to start at quarterback - and anyone but Billy Cundiff to kick for this motley crew - will continue apace.

And with that, we bid a fond farewell to the Perfect Football Weekend for another year.  My teams - the Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets, TCU Horned Frogs, OU Sooners, LSU Tigers and Dallas Cowgirls - have so far gone a combined 42-13, with five games left to go for the Cowgirls, for a winning percentage of .764, and three bona-fide  PFWs.  Not bloody bad, if I do say so myself.

We'll crank this back up in August 2006.  Maybe by then, some  football franchise will have finally realized that Bo Pelini's a helluva coach.

Oh, and Bo?  When that gig comes through for you, remember - Turner Gill's your offensive coordinator.  Take that to the bank.

We now return you to your regularly-scheduled Demoscum-bashing...

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November 29, 2005

Ode to the undocumented immigrant illegal alien

Was a One-Legged Man™-type day today.  (Fact is, may be a lot of those coming; I'm not sure how much blogging time I'll get in this new gig.)

Fortunately, the Mothergoose came riding to the rescue with this gem.

ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS POEM

I cross ocean,
poor and broke,
Take bus,
see employment folk.

Nice man treat me
good in there,
Say I need to
see welfare.

Welfare say,
"You come no more,
We send cash
right to your door."

Welfare checks,
they make you wealthy,
Medicaid it keep
you healthy!

By and by,
I got plenty money,
Thanks to you,
American dummy.

Write to friends
in motherland,
Tell them 'come
fast as you can.'

They come in turbans
and Ford trucks,
I buy big house
with welfare bucks

They come here,
we live together,
More welfare checks,
it gets better!

Fourteen families,
they moving in,
But neighbor's patience
wearing thin.

Finally, white guy
moves away,
Now I buy his house,
and then I say,

"Find more aliens
for house to rent."
And in the yard
I put a tent.

Send for family
they just trash,
But they, too,
draw the welfare cash!

Everything is
very good,
And soon we
own the neighborhood.

We have hobby
it's called breeding,
Welfare pay
for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist?
Wife need pills?
We get free!
We got no bills!

American crazy!
He pay all year,
To keep welfare
running here.

We think America
darn good place!
Too darn good for
the white man race.

If they no like us,
they can scram,
Got lots of room in
Pakistan.

Makes you wanna grab the thirty-aught and head to the border, doesn't it?

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November 28, 2005

Back to work

Yep, Denizens, you read right.  As of 0800 this morning, yours truly is going back to work.  As in, full-time back to work.

It's not the best job I've ever had, and it doesn't pay as much as I've ever made, but it'll keep me somewhat afloat until something better does  come along.

Besides which, the Orange Jack-ass (not to be confused with Professor Jact-ass, who still  hasn't offered any evidence that conclusively proves evolution - whatsa matter, Perfessor, can't just come out and admit that a Creationist handed you your stinky ass on a platter one more time? (snicker))...

...uh, where was I?

...Oh, yeah:  the Orange Jackass has dropped my severance package into my bank account.  Five digits, not as much as I'd hoped, thanks to Uncle Sugar, but at least some credit card companies will like me a bit more now.

The PFW benediction will have to wait until tonight or Wednesday.  I have to finish putting up the Realm™'s Christmas - yes, Christmas  Tree™, and Tuesday night...well, let's just say I'm occupied that night and leave it at that. (grin)

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November 26, 2005

Brand new rest stop in Crawford

A travel tip for all you weary pilgrims down Central Texas way:  If you find yourself near...oh, say...Crawford  - and you...ah...should feel the need,  shall we say - may I...um...recommend a repository for the result of your...ahem...bodily function?

Anti-war demonstrators gathered Friday at the Crawford Peace House for the unveiling of a stone monument with the words "Sheehan's Stand," a tribute to the August protest that drew thousands to President Bush's adopted hometown.

How nice of the Anti-War Whore™ and her limp-wristed minions to offer up a rest stop for the rest of us. (chortle)

Cindy Sheehan, the fallen soldier's mother who led the 26-day protest near Bush's ranch, cried when she saw the 2-foot-high, 4-foot-wide sandstone marker.

And see?  It's even the perfect height.  The Army Corps of Engineers couldn't have designed a better urinal.

On the other side of the rectangular monument is the word "Why!" and names of more than two dozen soldiers whose families were part of the August vigil.

More than two dozen soldiers, we'll once again  remind Mother Shitcan and her horde of cut-and-run cowards, who volunteered for duty.  Probably to get away from you assholes.

"Nobody knew what was going to happen, and we made up Camp Casey as we went along, and it grew and grew and grew," said Sheehan, of Berkeley, Calif., whose son 24-year-old son Casey died in Iraq last year.

Uh-huh.  And nobody knew that you were going to subsequently expose yourself for the stupid-assed lunatic bitch that we all knew you were all along.  I mean, how dare  Hurricane Rita disrupt coverage of the pity party of Little Miss "It's all about MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!", eh?  And then you had the gall to call it "a little wind and a little rain"???

And you wonder why no one takes you seriously any longer?  Not that any right-thinking individual ever did, of course...

"I feel like this will always be my home...

Doubtless you will, since your husband kicked your skanky ass out of Vacaville...isn't that right, Mommy Shitcan?

But we're here to say that the killing has to stop, that we're not going to justify any more killing on our losses."

Perhaps you might make that suggestion to your beloved, so-called "freedom fighters", eh what, Shitcan, you bitch?

Sheehan announced her protest plans while speaking at a Veterans for Peace convention in Dallas on Aug. 5. The next day, she and about 50 others traveled by bus to Crawford, marched toward Bush's ranch and spent the night in chairs in ditches, without food or flashlights.

She vowed to remain until Bush met with her or ended his monthlong ranch vacation. Two top Bush administration officials talked to Sheehan, but the president never did. Sheehan and other grieving families met Bush a few months after her son's death, but she said she deserves another visit because of subsequent revelations about faulty pre-war intelligence.

Oh, of course - she's privileged, y'know.  Hundreds of families who lost their  loved ones have never met with the President, but because she's  Mommy Shitcan, she thinks she  deserves a second  meeting.

Here's a Clue™, Cindy baby:  Back of the line, bimbo.

The protesters returned to Crawford this week as Bush spends Thanksgiving at his ranch. The group plans an anti-war rally Saturday and an interfaith service Sunday.

Which is how you can pretty much tell that we're on the right side of this:  Anytime they schedule an "interfaith" service - that is to say, one that honors any and every so-called deity except the real  One - one has a pretty good idea it's for an asshatted cause.

The artist who carved the 1,200-pound monument, Ron Teska of Wind Ridge, Pa., drove to Crawford the last week of the protest with the stone slab in the back of his pickup. He spent about 45 to 50 hours carving it.

Shame he didn't stay around.  Would've loved to shove some of those granite chips back up his ass from whence they came.

Hadi Jawad, a co-founder of the Crawford Peace House, said the monument is a testament to Sheehan's courage. The house near downtown Crawford, which opened a month after the war with Iraq began in March 2003, also renamed its garden the Camp Casey Memorial Peace Garden.

Oh, goody!  A place for Pup-Pup to go, as well.  How very  thoughtful of you, Hadi, you ragheaded festering fuckwit.

Juan Torres, who attended the August vigil, said he didn't hesitate to return to Crawford. He said he moved from Argentina to the U.S. for the American dream, but that his dreams were shattered when his 24-year-old son Juan, an accountant, was killed in the war last year.

"I want to say to the president, 'This is not a game. This is the life of our kids,"' Torres said Friday as he started to cry.

Yeah, Juanita, and I want to say to you:  If I were your kid, I'd enlist too - just to get away from your weepy, whiny little ass.

ESGBROFOAD, pissweasels.

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November 25, 2005

Oh, this  was a shock

From the "Where There's Smoke, There's Usually Fire" department, Entertainment Tonight confirms what a lot of us had know for a while - that Nick Lachey & Jessica Simpson have traveled to Splitsville.

"After three years of marriage, and careful thought and consideration, we have decided to part ways," the couple said in a statement Wednesday. "This is the mutual decision of two people with an enormous amount of respect and admiration for each other. We hope that you respect our privacy during this difficult time."

Back in October, rumors of a split started to swirl when Jessica arrived solo (and without her wedding ring) to her sister ASHLEE's 21st birthday in Las Vegas and Nick, who was scheduled to be there, was a no-show. Nick and Jessica were also reportedly apart for two more special dates: their 3rd wedding anniversary on October 26 and Nick's 32nd birthday on November 9.

Word to the wise, Jess:  First, if it's evident to everyone, it's pretty pointless to deny it.

Secondly, next time...try marrying someone a little less famous, and don't move into a glass house together, mkay?

You're welcome. (snark)

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November 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving, Denizens

I first penned (penned?) this screed (g) on 11/17/01.  I thought it appropriate, it being Thanksgiving and all, to jot down a list of those things for which I was thankful.  This year, the tradition continues, below the fold, again with only a few minor tweaks: 

First of all, let me once again apologize for not blogging as much as I wish I could.  Ideally, I'd be cranking out two or three posts a day.  There's certainly that much going on in the world, and it tears at my gut to be missing the opportunities to write about these things.  Pains me even more to think that you, the Denizens, are missing out on my great wisdom.  (rolling eyes, grin, chuckle)

The fact is that I simply have not had time to do one of the things that I enjoy more than I ever thought I would - writing.  I never for a moment, sitting in my first ever English Composition college class taught by a guy I believed to be an idiot twenty years ago, thought that I would ever come to the point that I actually got a kick out of slapping thoughts on page.  Amazing how things change.

But, I digress.  There's not been enough time.  I've been swamped at work, and that's when I'm not trying to renew a certification.  This is taking me away from the chores I need to be doing - keeping the house clean, doing the laundry in a timely fashion, cleaning the kitchen, picking up dog crap off the carpet, those sorts of things.  And when I do finally get around to those things, they keep me from doing stuff I like to do - like surfing the Web and writing these columns.

Which brings me around to the topic at hand.  Thanksgiving's today, and it's a good time to kick back and tick off the things for which your obdt.  svt.  (a little Blackie Sherrod lingo, there) is thankful:

God.  The God of the Bible.  The God of Abraham, Issac, Jacob, David and Solomon.  That  God.  Not Allah, not Muhammad, not Cthulu, not crystals and/or chakras and/or trees.  God.

His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, and the work He performed on the cross that allowed me to receive His salvation.  (An aside:  Yeah, in case anyone didn't know - I'm a Christian.  Not anywhere close to being the best example thereof, to be sure, but I'm still being worked on, and you're just gonna have to be patient.)

Being an American, and free to worship as I choose.

My current home - a two-bedroom jobber I share with a chow/schnau(zer) and a huge yellow lump that masquerades as a cat.  Not the cozy cottage in Forney, but at least I have an office again from which to pen (pen?) these screeds.

My son - Stephen Geoffrey "Skip" Crager, Jr.  (although his doublewide-assed mother insists on calling him "Geoffrey").

Friends & family, some more than others.  Even the ones who are diametrically opposed to me in their beliefs.

Employment.  Make that "pending employment".  Specifically, mine as a desktop technician, where I get to play with computers all day long - in effect, getting paid to practice my hobby. 

Note:  Since the last time I ran this column, Cingular Wireless (as you all know by now) dropped the guillotine on my head.  Fuck you, Cingular.

Thankfully, I start a new gig on Monday, for a company known to me and only to me - since I know  pussies like Cianderella Tierney, who bitched long and loud about me being a NetKKKop before having his ass exposed as a lying skank that doesn't work at EDS, would love to find out where I work and try to get me fired...

Okay, where was I...?

MP3s.  The ability to take all my all-time favorite songs, regardless of format, and transfer them to something I can listen to in my car.  Fuck you,  Hilary Rosen.

Turkey.  Lots of it, preferably drumsticks.

Leftovers.  Turkey sandwiches with lots of mustard.  YEAH!

(Well, hold the bread on that.  I have got to-got to-got to  start paying more attention to Atkins.)

An American President who, though he is still not completely trustworthy in my eye, is at least giving the impression that he is, at least, trying - which is a damn sight better than what we could have had, hm?  And at least this guy understands that the Presidency isn't just one big frat party.

The election which he won handily on November 2nd.  Thank you, America.

The military which he commands.  Peepz, these men & women do a helluva job protecting you and yours and the freedoms you enjoy, and they do it for pretty much next to nothing.  Next time you see one, take a moment to say, "Thank you".  (Another aside:  When I first posted this, I left out one very important group of guys:  the Coast Guard.  Unconscionable, since one of my readers served in that very branch.  Mr.  Slagle, my apologies - and my thanks.)

My car:  A 2005 Chevy Cavalier.  Quick, cozy, and twice the gas mileage of my old truck.  In this day and age, that's important.  For $10 more per month, I get all that, plus a 5/50 warranty.  Good stuff, that.

A seafood restaurant chain here locally by the name of "Ole Whiskers".  Catfish, chicken, ribs, stuffed crab, onion rings, and a host of other great stuff.  Catfish topped with Tabasco™ sauce has become a staple.

My current box - a Pentium 2.66-GHz with 2 gigs (yeah - gigs) of DDR RAM.  Two 21" monitors so that I don't have to squint anymore when I write these things.  (Well, not much, anyway - at 1280x1024, things are still awfully small.)

The aforementioned crap-on-the-carpet dog - she's still a precious little lapdog, and she captures the heart of anyone that meets her.  My cat - the aforementioned yellow lump - who has finally developed a sense of affection for his master.  :-) Even my brother's little min-pin, Mindy - one of the most affectionate dogs you'll ever see.

Ham.  Not as much as a turkey drumstick, but leftover ham does go good with eggs.

Any college football team that severely thrashes the Texas A&M Aggies.

Any college football team that severely thrashes Nebraska.

Any college football team that severely thrashes Miami.

Any college football team that severely thrashes Arkansas.

Any college football team that severely thrashes Texas.  (Unless it's Arkansas.)

TCU's Horned Frogs.  Good job this year, Gary Patterson.

Any college football team that severely thrashes SMUT.  Especially since TCU didn't  this year.  (grrrrrr)

Any pro football team that kicks the crap out of Donna McNabb and the Philthydelphia Beagles - something the Cowbows did this year.  Twice.  (snicker)

Drew Henson.  There's the future of the Cowboys, Denizens.  (Well, if he can beat out Tony Romo, who's a damned good QB in his own right, from what I've seen.)

Jerry Jones - for trading for Drew Henson (grin)

Southern Baptist churches that aren't afraid to call themselves "Baptist"

An occasional road trip - maybe to go fishing, or even if it's work-related.  I love staying in hotels where I can crank up the AC at night, and not have to worry about the electric bill (grin).

Microsoft.  No, all you morons at the federal judiciary - Bill Gates does not  run a monopoly, and you damned well know it.  What he does  do is run an extremely successful company, one that you bastards tried to shake down for $$$$, and failed.  It's not a secret that the tech sector crashed simultaneously with Janet El Reño's baseless attack against Microsoft.

Spanish-language television channels.  You will not find a better-looking collection of major babes anywhere on Planet Earth.  And they don't mind letting people know that they're women either, dammit.  Take that, NOW.  :-)

Mashed potatoes.  With a ton of gravy.  (Atkins be damned on this one.  (grin))

Ranch-style beans™.

Sweet tea - even though, being a Type II diabetic, I can no longer drink the stuff (make mine Sweet 'n Low, 3 packets per 40 ounces, please).

Hooters' hot wings.  Scenery's not bad, either.  (big grin)

Dueling-piano bars.  Picture two baby-grands.  Picture two players with crass senses of humor.  Picture some of the raunchiest lyrics ever conceived - sometimes on the fly.  Picture yourself laughing your ass off.  Try it sometime.

Rush Limbaugh.  Sean Hannity.  Glenn Beck.  Michael Savage.  Michael Reagan - and, in case I've not mentioned it before...his dad, too.

Ann Coulter.  Michelle Malkin.  Laura Ingraham.

The Blogosphere™.  Specifically, Misha and Alan Henderson - for getting me into this blogging thing.

My new hairstylist.  In all my lifetime, I've only found three people who could fully understand what I wanted done to my hair, and do it right in a minimum of time:  one retired about 15 years ago.  This new one's is just as good as the second one - and she's a major babe, too.  (grin)

Broadband.  Forney didn't get it on a widespread basis - but I have a DSL modem now, and even though it's not as good as my old Comcast cable modem I still  rock.  Some.  (grin)

And finally (though this list is by no means complete) - you Denizens who keep coming back to the site in hopes that I've updated it.  Without you guys, why am I doing this?  Thanks very much for being here.

And Happy Thanksgiving.  Remember from Whom the blessings come...

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November 23, 2005

PFW:  Okay, maybe  I was a little hard on 'im...

New TCU athletic director Danny Morrison has rewarded coach Gary Patterson for their 10-1 season with a five-year extension on a contract that was scheduled to expire in 2007.

Patterson said last week he was happy at TCU. But Patterson, a native of Larned, Kan., said it would be a good opportunity to coach at his alma mater.

Patterson decided to commit to the Horned Frogs long term.

"TCU is just special, and as we have said to our players and recruits any season that we've been here, there is no better place to get a quality education and play football," Patterson said.

No argument there.

In five seasons, Patterson is the only TCU coach to record three 10-win seasons, and his 42 wins are fourth on the school's career victory list.

Okay...I'll concede the point.  Maybe - just maybe  - I've been a little bit harsh on Mr. Patterson the last couple of years.

HOWEVER...!!!

Memo to whoever's reading me over there at TCU:  Win your bowl game.  Then come back next year and minimize whatever drop-off you experience from 10-1.  Prove to us that this year wasn't a fluke.

And in 2007, the next time you play SMUT...there had best damned well be the Mother of All Squashes.  Else I'm gonna be all over you guys like a cheap suit.

On to what is very probably the last PFW of the year.  No high school team in the hunt, and the aforementioned Horned Frogs are off until the EV1.net bowl New Year's Eve, but I still have three teams in the hunt.

Thanksgiving day, the Dallas Cowboys are at home against the Denver Broncos in the late game.  Denver's 8-2, and the consensus is that they're a better team than the 'Boys, a premise with which I would agree.

But Denver is vulnerable on the road, and even moreso with the short week, so we'll see.  But it will not surprise me to see the Cowboys drop this one.  My hunch right now is give me Dallas and 8.

Friday, the Arkansas Razorbacks travel to Baton Rouge to take on LSU and Bo Pelini's defense.

This should be a double-whammy game for me, as Arkansas is one of my anti-teams; just to give you an idea...well, Denizens, you're aware of how I despise the (hack, spit) Texas Longhorns (hack, spit)???  Well, Arkansas is the only team they could play where I'll actually pull for them.

Anyway, I'll take LSU and give you 21.  I'm looking for a major squash here.

On Saturday, the Oklahoma Sooners will host rival Oklahoma State at Memorial Stadium.  OSU's down this year, so Oklahoma should win comfortably.  Then again, OU still should have beaten TCU, so...

Recap and benediction will be either Sunday or Monday.  In the meantime, feel free to talk about your teams.  Maybe this week, I'll even pay attention. (grin)

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New nickname for Mother Shitcan

Mark Davis of WBAP 820 AM just committed a slip of the tongue on his show.  And, in so doing, came up with the best nickname I've heard yet for Mother Shitcan. (Yes, others may have thought of this, but they've not told me  about it.)

From now on, this scribe will refer to her as "Mother Shitcan, the Anti-War Whore™".

Has a damned nice ring to it, if you ask me. (chuckle)

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November 22, 2005

Happy days in the Empire again

As most of you know by now, the Emperor Misha...um...likes guns.

(I can hear you now:  "Nawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww,  Spats!!!  Reeeeeeeealllllllllly??????????" (grin))

Well, the Imperator was waxing eloquent over his love of Kimbers...and I was smiling and nodding my head, eyes beginning to glaze over slightly...

(Don't get me wrong.  I like guns, absolutely I like guns.  But I'm nowhere near the aficionado Misha is.  Plus, my real  passion leans towards the type of guns carried in, say, a 40DD...if you get my drift. (huge grin))

Anyway, I'm reading along, when this blurb catches my eye...

Well, the Empress got wind of our “thing” about Kimbers, apparently (yes, the Troubles™ are over at long last

Immediately, I sat up and took notice.  For I know, indeed have known for many a turn, about the Troubles™, and the mental/emotional state in which they left our dear friend and Emperor, and have been praying for him ever since I learned of them. (If you know of the Troubles™, then you know whereof I speak.  If you don't, never mind - you really don't need to.)

Needless to say, the Realm™ is dancing a happy jig today, having learned of this news.  If the Realm™ knows what's good for it, that is.  (In other words, that's an Order™, guys)

Thatisall™.  Now, if you'll pardon us, we have some tears of joy to shed...

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November 21, 2005

PFW:  Eleven-on-eighteen still  isn't fair...

It's been over 36 hours, and Texas Tech still  hasn't gotten the ball over the fucking goal line.

Terrell 20, Hebron 22
Oklahoma 21, Texas Tech 17, Blind-Assed Fucking Zebras 7
LSU 40, Ole Miss 7
Dallas 20, Detroit 7

So much for Terrell.  Hebron intercepted a Terrell pass with two minutes to go to quell a last-ditch drive.

Oh, well.  At least they sent Sulphur Springs packing.  Props for that.

...

LSU had no problem with the Rebels.  No surprises there.  Bo Pelini's defensive starters shut down the Ole Miss offense.  A Rebel touchdown with three minutes left in the game provided the final margin.

...

Dallas had a letdown after the win over the Beagles on Monday night, and had they played anyone else, they very well might have lost yesterday.

Fortunately, though, they were playing the Detroit Lions, who have a ton of offensive talent, but no clue as to how to utilize it.  The Lions kept trying to run the ball (albeit with a modicum of success) and throw short passes instead of taking their shots downfield, where receivers Charles Rogers and Roy Williams would likely have destroyed the Dallas secondary.  Joey Harrington was Joey Harrington, meaning he was a younger, slightly more mobile version of Vinny Testaverde.

And while the Lion line held the Cowboy defensive front in check for much of the afternoon, it failed to at key times - once killing a drive when the 'Boys sacked Harrington and forced a fumble, which Dallas recovered, effectively ending the Lion threat for the day.

Don't expect Lion coach Steve Mariucci to survive after this year.

...

On to Oklahoma.  There's just no other way to describe the result of this game - and there's a reason why I posted that score the way I did.

I say this now, and for the record - Texas Tech did not win this game, but was awarded it by shitty officiating.  And I defy anyone to prove me wrong based on visual  evidence, rather than on some blind-assed zebra's ruling.

People's exhibit number one:  Fourth-and-three, Tech QB Cody Hodges drops back to pass.  The pass was tipped, and landed in the simultaneous grasp of Tech's Danny Amendola and OU's Darien Williams.

Amedola was awarded possession of the ball, but he was nowhere near first-down yardage, nor had he achieved forward progress.  But the Cataract Crew working this game awarded Tech the first down - by the very nose of the football.

Replay, inexplicably, failed to overturn the call like it should have.  Do so, and the game's over, OU wins.

A pass in the corner of the end zone was subsequently bobbled by the tech receiver - but, again inexplicably, the Cataract Crew signaled touchdown.  Replay thankfully pulled its head out of its ass long enough to overturn that one.

But two plays later, Replay stuck its head back up that ass with People's Exhibit Number Two.  Hodges handed the ball to running back Taurean Henderson, who hit the line and was dropped on his ass at the one.

Henderson, however, quickly flopped on his back and extended the ball over the goal line, where the blind-assed side judge on the far side ruled a touchdown.

With no time left, Replay - apparantly having decided that Tech's perfect home record and bowl possibilities were more important than getting the call correct, again refused to overturn.

Thus, it will go down in the books as a Tech victory, Red Raiders' coach Mike "Lard-ass" Leach's first against Bob Stoops.  But it's been clearly established now that, like New England a couple years ago, he has to have the officials' help to accomplish the feat.

Enjoy your "win", Tech.  You sure-as-fucking-Hell™ didn't earn  it.

I still have three teams playing this week, so we'll do a bonus PFW on Wednesday.  That one will wrap things up for this year, so make sure you're here for it.

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November 20, 2005

ULULULULULULUL...?

(48-hour rule in full effect)

Reports are circulating that Ragheaded Pigfucker #1, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, may have assumed room temperature.

Definitely something on which to keep an eye.

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Congressturd John-girl Murthafucker (Cowardcrat-Fallujah)

Let's be clear about one thing, okay?  John-girl Murthafucker's a Demoscum, so who gives a shit if he's previously been any sort of advocate for Military Support  or whatever?  He's a leftist coward, same as the rest of the Demoscum, so it really shouldn't have come as any surprise that he'd be calling for an immediate pullout from Iraq like he did this past week.

(Oh, and don't give me that line about him having served in Vietnam, okay?  John-boy Fuckface Ketchup-ass, "Ol' Lavender Heart" himself, also served in Vietnam...so fuckin' what?)

But now here this pissweasel's on Russert this morning, not two days after he voted against his own idea on Friday night (so much for putting your money where your mouth is, eh, Murthafucker?), and he's pretending he sets foreign policy for the Administration.

Undaunted by the House of Representatives’ overwhelming rejection on Friday of a proposal to immediately withdraw troops from Iraq, Rep. John Murtha, D-Penn., told Tim Russert, host of "Meet the Press," Sunday, that the U.S. will be out of Iraq "very quickly."

"Let me predict this," Murtha said. "We're going to be out of there, we're going to be out of there very quickly, and it's going to be close to the plan that I'm presenting right now."

"You think we'll be out of Iraq by the end of 2006?" asked Russert.

"I think we'll be out of there; if not completely out of there, we'll be very close to being out of there," said Murtha. "I think we could be out -- yeah, I predict we'll be out of there -- it'll be 2006."

"By Election Day 2006?" qualified Russert.

"You -- you have hit it on the head," Murtha replied.

How nice to see that you've decided to dictate how this war is going to go, President  Murthafucker.  That'll indeed be a shock to President Bush, Vice-President Cheney, Secretary of State Rice, Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld...

When confronted by Russert of charges that not a sufficient number of Iraqi forces have been ramped up to U.S. fighting standards, Murtha opined:

"They're going to let us do the fighting, as long as we're there, and, until we turn it over to them, they're not going to be up to standard. So I'm convinced that they can take over this battle and we could move our people to the periphery, out of danger."

Y'know what?  Using that convoluted logic - and yes, Denizens, I'm well aware that "convoluted logic" is a grave redundancy when it comes to talking about Demoscum - why do we even have "boot camp" for any of our troops in the first place?  I mean, as long as those nasty admirals, generals, lieutenants, drill sergeants, etc, are there, the grunts, cadets, etc, aren't going to be up to standard - so why don't we just move all the officers out to the periphery of, say, Fort Bragg and let the newbies learn it all on their own, eh?

As to whether Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld should be replaced, Murtha said that such a decision was up to President Bush.

Not according to you, Murthafucker, you limp-wristed chickenshit.  You want our troops out of Iraq now, and Rumsfeld obviously doesn't, so of course  you want to replace him with someone who'd cut-and-run like the pansy-assed coward you and your fellow Demoscum are, don't you???

Murtha qualified, however, saying:

"Well, I'll put it this way: There have been an awful lot of mistakes made, and I don't know whether it's his fault, but when he forced the military -- now this is what I hear from the military. He forced them to go in with inadequate forces."

Oh, eat shit and die, Murthafucker.  That half-assed fuckwitted meme was debunked a looooooong  time ago.

As to whether the intelligence provided by the administration was deliberately misleading, Murtha said:

"I wouldn't say that. I don't think any president would mislead the public on the intelligence. They certainly exaggerated, but I don't think they deliberately misled us."

Prove it Congresscritter Asswipe.  Prove it was an exaggeration.  How the fuck do you know that Hussein's WMDs aren't in some bunker in Syria right now?

Go ahead, take all the time you want.  We'll wait.

During the Russert interview, Murtha returned more than once to the theme that the idea of a speedy withdrawal was not going away:

"I have never seen such an outpouring in the 32 years I've been in Congress, of support and people with tears in their eyes, people walking along clapping when I'm walking through the halls of Congress, saying something needed to be said."

Well, at least we know where Mother Shitcan's posse is right now.

Of course, John-girl Murthafucker wouldn't dare come down here - say, to Fort Hood - and suggest that we ought to cut-and-run to the troops and families there.  John-girl Murthafucker doesn't have the balls.

"So they're thirsting for a solution to this and the president can't hide behind rhetoric and neither can the vice president."

George W. Bush and Dick Cheney don't have to hide behind anything, Murthafucker, you pussy.  They're not spineless little cowards like you and your fellow libtards are.

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November 18, 2005

Deck O' Bloggers

The erudite Aaron Margolis has come up with a Deck O' Bloggers, and is taking votes for spades.

I have one vote.  I'd best get more.  (glares)

Thatisall.

UPDATE:  The all-knowledgeable TacJammer informs us that it's not Aaron Margolis.

We will not argue - frankly, we don't know.  Somewhere along the line, we'd gotten the impression around here that it was.

(shrug) Oh, well.

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PFW:  Backing down from a court jester yet again...

Denizens, as we head into our last regularly-scheduled Perfect Football Weekend of the year, I was going  to talk about how Donna McNumnuts was gonna have a lot more time to scarf Chunky Soup©, now that he was likely going to have season-ending surgery to fix that sports hernia of his.  He's out of the game against the New York Football Giants this week, and even if he doesn't have the surgery, next week ain't looking too good either.

Then, I read about this.  A pothead who just happens to play football for the Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets has sued to get his spot back on the team.

A Fulton County judge ordered Georgia Tech to reinstate defensive back Reuben Houston to the team Tuesday even though Houston is facing felony drug charges and has been suspended from the team all season.

So yet another tin-horned fucknozzled tyrant sitting in an ivory tower on a bench in a courtroom knows better than school officials about whom should play for them and whom shouldn't.  Yet another example of a black-robed fascist skank sticking his nose where it clearly doesn't belong.

The 22-year-old Houston, a two-year starting cornerback with seven career interceptions, was arrested June 21 in Atlanta in connection with a marijuana distribution operation based in California. According to a criminal complaint filed in Fresno, Calif., Houston conspired to possess and distribute about 100 pounds of marijuana, which has a street value of about $60,000.

At the time, Houston was suspended from the team and from the school, but while appealing those suspensions he was allowed back into school and granted the room and board privileges given other scholarship athletes.

According to Georgia Tech athletic director Dave Braine, Houston's appeal of the suspension was denied by Georgia Tech's student affairs office less than a month ago, and Houston had to leave school.

However, Houston continued to seek legal relief and he was readmitted to school on Thursday, according to Braine. Brogdon's court order means Houston also must be reinstated to the team.

Five'll get you ten that this dumbfuck Houston's a dyed-in-the-wool Demoscum.  He's a classic case of going to the courts to get what he can't get through legtimate means.

Oh, but it gets worse from here, kiddies.

The ruling from Superior Court Judge M. Gino Brogdon shocked Braine, who nonetheless pledged to abide by the decision.

Georgia Tech coach Chan Gailey said Houston might play as early as Saturday, when the Yellow Jackets visit No. 3 Miami.

So essentially, Braine and Gailey have both turned out to be spineless pussies (apologies to pussies) who not only don't have the cojones  to stand up to a shit-for-brains bench jockey - they're already making plans to play  the pissweaseled perp in their next game!

Chan Gailey is a former head coach of the Dallas Cowboys.  I'm beginning to see why Jerry Jones fired his sorry ass.

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For this week's PFW, my high school team is going to be the team from Terrell, Texas.  (Not sure whether they're the Bulldogs or the Tigers - if you know, feel free to tell me.)

The reason is that they ended the season last week for the Wildcats of Sulphur Springs.  And if you've read this blog for any  length of time...then you know  how I feel about Sulphur Springs.

Anyway, Terrell has Hebron Saturday in the area round of 4A Divsion II, Region I.  Hebron's undefeated, as opposed to Terrell's 10-1 record, so who knows?

Also Saturday, the Oklahoma Sooners travel to Nowhereville, aka Lubbock, to take on the Texas Tech Red Raiders.  If I were Bob Stoops, I'd play a 2-9 defense, double four of his receivers and run a free safety deep.  I'd then put my two hugest linemen up front and tell them to disrupt the backfield.

But that's just me.

Fourth-ranked LSU, fresh off its victory at Alabama, travels to Ole Miss Saturday evening to take on the Rebels.  I'll take the Tigers to win comfortably.

Sunday, the Dallas Cowboyw are at home to play the Detroit Lions' potential.  I say "potential" because, while the Lions have three of the most talented receivers in the NFL, their quarterbacking positively sucks.  If form holds, Dallas should cruise.

Memo to Jerry Jones:  If you're not gonna play Drew Henson, a trade to Detroit for one of those receivers of theirs would be a kick-ass  idea.

We're back Monday for the recap.  In the meantime, the tailgate is down, stew's cooking and I'm waiting to hear you talk about your teams.  Let's go!

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November 17, 2005

Political earthquake in Orlando

They're starting to realize that they can leave the plantation.

The chairman of the Orlando branch of the NAACP has joined the GOP, generating political shockwaves locally as well as nationally.

"I've thought about this for two years," Derrick Wallace, head of Orange County's NAACP told the Orlando Sentinel Tuesday, just a few hours after returning from the elections office where he enrolled as a Republican. "This is not a decision I made yesterday."

His decision sent shock waves through Central Florida's political establishment - Orlando is located smack in the middle of the so-called I-4 corridor, the hotly contested area considered key to winning statewide elections. Along with the grwoing Latino voting bloc in that region, African-Americans can play the part of a vital swing vote.

Memo to the Donktards:  You may want to stop down a moment from all your crowing about Scooter Libby and last Tuesday's elections and take notice of this.  I'm here to tell you that Mr. Wallace's defection is but the first of many, once they come to the same conclusion - that, as a party, you haven't done squat  for the black community.

"It's purely a business decision. Ninety percent of those I do business with are Republicans," he said. "Opportunities that have come to my firm have been brought by Republicans."

It's because the GOP is  the party of opportunity, sir.  Most of the time, anyway - when we're not pandering to the liberals in a half-assed attempt to get them to like us.

We have the ideas; we have the vision; all the Left has is its abject hatred of us.  Just look at your average election - we're usually talking about issues; the Demoscum are usually talking about us.

He explained that this line of thought referred to the NAACP as well. Behind many of the power desks in Orlando sit Republicans and he told the Sentinel he wants his organization to be part of the local power structure, and does not want people to immediately identify NAACP concerns as being the same as those of liberal Democrats. "I want this branch to be respected," he said.

And I have no doubt but that it will be, sir.

At least, by us.  I think you can pretty much expect the Demoscum to give you the Michael Steele treatment.

Welcome to the party of the adults,  Mr. Wallace.

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November 16, 2005

"Professor Jact-ass"

Most of the Loyal Citzenry from the Rott will remember a little fuckhead going by the name of "actus" - a smarmy little erudite pisspot who thinks that sipping lattés at George Washington U qualifies him as somehow more intelligent than the rest of us.

It's an attitude that got his skanky ass banned at the Rott, so now he has to try and lord it over others elsewhere.  He just recently got that skanky ass handed to him over at Froggy's site, courtesy of yours truly (among others), so now he thinks he's gonna invade here and shit all over my nice, clean carpet.

(sarcasm) Being sooooooooooo much smarter  than the rest of us (/sarcasm), of course he's a True Believer™ of the Religion of Evolution™.  Which, as has been firmly established by now, is nothing more than a theory  - and an unprovable one, at that.

But that won't stop Professor Jact-ass, no-sirree-Bob.  He thinks he's found the "proof", as it were, at this website called Talk.Origins, and their FAQ BS sheet says, in part:

Biological evolution is a change in the genetic characteristics of a population over time.

No, that definition actually describes biological adaptation.  An example of this would be folks who live in more tropical climates developing darker skin over time from prolonged exposure to more intense sunlight. It does not  represent "biological evolution".

That this happens is a fact. Biological evolution also refers to the common descent of living organisms from shared ancestors. The evidence for historical evolution -- genetic, fossil, anatomical, etc. -- is so overwhelming that it is also considered a fact.

What, because you asshats  say so?  'Scuse me, but I don't recognize your authority...?

The theory of evolution describes the mechanisms that cause evolution. So evolution is both a fact and a theory.

No, the theory of evolution suggests that species can "evolve" into other species, e.g, apes can "evolve" into man.

The problem with that is that you so-called "intelligents" can't show me - or anyone else, for that matter - the fish that changed into a frog; the frog that changed into an ape; the ape that changed into a man...shall I go on?

Oh, but it gets better from here, Denizens.  They then take a page from the Kaiser Wilhelm von Slickmeister handbook - by trying to redefine basic English.

In the American vernacular, "theory" often means "imperfect fact"--part of a hierarchy of confidence running downhill from fact to theory to hypothesis to guess.

No, actually it just means "guess".  If you have a theory, you're guessing.  There are no facts  - perfect or  imperfect - about it.

When you espouse a theory,  all you're doing is guessing  about something.  If you have evidence to support  your guess, that's great.  But save the crap about "imperfect facts" for some GWU latté-guzzling buffoon who mistakenly believes that he knows more than the rest of us, mkay?

Thus the power of the creationist argument: evolution is "only" a theory and intense debate now rages about many aspects of the theory. If evolution is worse than a fact, and scientists can't even make up their minds about the theory, then what confidence can we have in it?

Very damned little, I'd think.  Especially since none of you have ever proven  a single damned whit of it.

Indeed, President Reagan echoed this argument before an evangelical group in Dallas when he said (in what I devoutly hope was campaign rhetoric): "Well, it is a theory. It is a scientific theory only, and it has in recent years been challenged in the world of science--that is, not believed in the scientific community to be as infallible as it once was."

Sorry, dumbasses - you're not going to sucker us in that easily.  You can invoke the name of Ronaldus Magnus' all you like - but the fact remains that you're trying to move the goal posts in a failed attempt to prove your half-assed guesses  about how mankind got here.

And we ain't buyin'.  Too bad, so sad.

Anyway, Denizens, you get the idea.  And Professor Jact-ass, my ruling stands:  Until you come up with concrete evidence conclusively proving evolution,  none of the methane emanating from your keyboard is going to make the light of day on this blog.

I simply don't have time to deal with the bullshit of an erudite fuckhead.

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November 15, 2005

PFW:  Philly must really  hate Roy Williams by now...

Now that  was a sweet birthday present.  And I don't care what  Heights did - it still counts as a Perfect Football Weekend.

Arlington Heights 8, Azle 19
TCU 51, UNLV 3
Oklahoma 36, Texas A&M 30
LSU 16, Alabama 13 (OT)
Dallas 21, Filthydelpha 20

This is the third straight "one-and-done" playoff run for Coach Duke Christian and the Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets.  Azle's Hornets flat-out shut down the Jacket offense - Heights' points came on a punt snapped out of the end zone and a didn't-mean-squat TD pass with three seconds left in the game. (Never mind that Fort Worth's other two playoff schools got dumped the same night - this is the PFW, remember?  I don't give a flip about your teams - just mine. (grin))

One wonders whether it's that Heights just doesn't have the horses, or doesn't have the coaching  The same question was asked of Forney coach Mel Maxfield a couple years back, and he wound up leaving.

Forney went 4-6 this year. (shrug) So who knows?

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TCU seemed absolutely bored in dispatching UNLV.  They looked a step-and-a-half slow at times, and still  averaged 17 points per quarter for the first three.  Was a very nice way to end a very nice season.

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JoMarcus Russell threw a touchdown pass to Dwayne Bowe in overtime after holding the Crimson Tide to a field goal on their possession.  Bo Pelini's defense was tough once again.

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OU jumped out to a 28-7 lead, then hung on late.

Probably the one thing the Sooners did more than anything else to shoot themselves in the foot...was to knock Aggie quarterback Reggie O'Neal out of the game during a tackle in the end zone for a safety in the third quarter.  Seemed that backup Stephen McGee ran the A&M offense a little more efficiently after that.

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When David Akers kicked a field goal with 9:02 left to go in the game last night to make the score 20-7, I cut the radio, having heard more than enough.  Spent the rest of the trip home cussing out the Cowgirls for playing like pussies and letting a bunch of backups push them all over the Lincoln Financial Field turf.  Was ready to take Jerry Jones, Bill Parcells and  Drew Bledsoe and shoot 'em all out a photon tube, y'know?

I get home, get on here to check email, and the SpatulaGoddess (Long May She Reign) gets on IM and tells me that Dallas is...leading.

My response (verbatim):  "WHAT???"

In the interim, Bledsoe had driven the 'Boys 72 yards for a touchdown to make it 20-14, then Roy Williams intercepted a very  ill-advised Donna McNabb pass and took it to the house.  It's the second straight year that Williams has done serious damage to a Beagles' season, having knocked Little Terri Owens out with an injury last year.

They must really  hate him Right About Now™. (snicker)

Linebacker Bradie James threw a block on McNabb during Williams' return, and apparantly re-aggravated McNabb's sports hernia injury that he's been nursing; Donna's next drive was three-and-out, and third-stringer Mike McMahon came in to finish the game (where he very nearly drove the Beagles for a game-winning field goal).

The Cowboys now lead the NFC East via tiebreaker at 6-3, and I'm going to count it as a third straight PFW (despite the Heights loss), just for the facts that one of my teams (OU) beat one of my anti-teams (A&M), and the Cowboys swept the City of Brotherly Shove for the first time since 1998.

We'll take one more shot at a PFW Thursday or Friday, as OU, LSU and the Cowboys play this weekend.  I'll try to find a high-school team to round things out.

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November 14, 2005

Why is Terri Cox's birthday significant?

Denizens, I have too much to do today, so here's a partial reprint from a post from two years ago.  Kinda ties in with Terri Cox and all.

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I said yesterday that I would explain the significance of Terri Cox's 43rd birthday.

It is this:  It comes one day before the birthday of a very lovely woman named Darla Addison Young.  Darla was born November 14th, 1962.

"Okay, Spatula-butt", you're saying, "so what?"

Well, the significance of Darla's birthday is that she shares it, right down to the year...with me.

That's right, Denizens.  I'm 43 today.  Whoop-de-freakin'-doo.

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Now, if you'll pardon me, there a dose of Geritol™ with my name on it... (sigh)

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November 13, 2005

Eddie Guerrero:  1967 - 2005

This is rather shocking.

Eddie Guerrero, a professional wrestler who spent time in three of the four major promotions, was found dead in his hotel room this morning of an apparant heart attack.  Eddie Guerrero was 38.

Those of you who do not follow the sports entertainment industry will not know who this man was.  Suffice it to say that losing a talent of Eddie Guerrero's caliber would be very similar to losing someone like, say, Emilio Estevez or Ray Romano.  By no means was Eddie the brightest star in the business, but he was one of the hardest working and most respected.  Eddie had fought his way back to the main stage of World Wrestling Entertainment, after winning a long battle with drug addiction, to once again become one of its stars.

Eddie Guerrero will be very much missed by all who either knew him personally or watched him perform.

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Happy Birthday, Terri Cox

Terri Cox was a girl I knew in first grade.  And from the moment I met her, I have always remembered her birthday.

And I'll explain why tomorrow.

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November 12, 2005

Guilty until proven innocent in Pennsylvania

Denizens, it probably will come as little shock to you guys that I was somewhat of a smart-ass in grade school.

One time, in third grade, I was forced to stay after school and follow my teacher - old and Crotchety (with the proverbial capital C) Miss Richards - a spinster if there ever was one, but I digress - around the school making a "put your hand down" hand gesture.

My cardinal sin?  Mocking her for doing the same thing to one of my friends...who, at the time, really needed to go,  if you catch my drift.  Anyway, Old & Crotchety made that gesture, I mocked it, and she caught me and issued discipline - putting her on my personal shit list the remainder of the time I attended that school.

That's nothing compared to what happened at a school in Pennsylvania the other day.

Angry parents told a school board it should fire an elementary school principal who publicly shamed an 8-year-old girl

Got that, Denizens?  Big bad principal-type bimboid publicly humiliating a little girl...

falsely accused of stealing $5 from another student.

William Penn Elementary School Principal Marlene Whitby paraded the girl from class to class last month, calling her a liar and thief.

Soon after, the student who made the theft accusation recanted her story.

Now, as if that weren't bad enough - and, bah Gawd™, don'tcha think it oughta be? - this stupid bitch excuse-for-a-principal didn't even have the cojones  to admit publicly what she'd done.

Whitby apologized privately to Katie White after the family complained to school administrators, but not publicly, said Ryan White, the girl's father.

Got that?  Privately.  In other words, this power-tripping slut of a principal could haul little Katie's keister around and cause her untold amounts of undeserved  shame and anguish, but she didn't have the guts to escore Katie back  around and admit to everyone just what an ass she  was.

Elizabeth Forward School Board members told angry parents at a meeting Wednesday they are "appropriately" handling the issue.

The president of the board, Lowell Meek, said he understood White's anger.

"If you understood my anger, (Whitby) would be gone," White said.

Katie's dad exercised hellacious restraint, if you ask me.  Had she done that to the SpatulaPrince, then terminated parental rights or no - being fired would be the least  of Marlene Whitby's worries.  It'd run a distant second to having her face caved in at my hand.

White said he spoke to Whitby and she acknowledged that she didn't look at a school bus video or talk to the bus driver to verify the theft accusation.

In other words, it was "guilty until proven innocent" with this skirted tyrant.  Hell, why didn't she just call the cops and have Katie frog-marched down to the station while she was at it?

Tom DeRosa, a Forward Township supervisor who has a third-grade daughter, asked the board why it has taken nearly a month to investigate Whitby.

"There's no mystery about what happened," DeRosa said. "It should have taken one day."

Oh, hell with that.  It should have taken five fuckin' minutes  to toss this twat out on her fat ass!

Whitby, who remains the school's principal, didn't immediately return a message left at the school Thursday.

School board officials have refused to say what kind of discipline Whitby could face.

I know what kind of "discipline" they're hoping  they can get away with handing out:  None.  These bastards on the school board are hoping this will just go away, swept under the rug as it were.

Here's hoping Katie's dad has already retained a lawyer.  Hell - here's hoping Katie's dad kicks Marlene Whitby's skanky ass up the Penn Elementary School hall and right back down.

That'd be a good start.

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November 11, 2005

"Warning", my ass

Seems that the more liberal Demoscum infiltrate the halls of academia, and the more they try to turn their noses up at the rest of us Great Unwashed (a little Blackie Sherrod lingo, there)...the more they get hung up on the smallest of words.

You all remember that Kaiser Wilhelm von Slickmeister had a problem a couple years back with the definition of the word "is".

Now the Lame Stream Media seems not to understand the meaning of the word "if".

Religious broadcaster Pat Robertson warned residents of a rural Pennsylvania town Thursday that disaster may strike there because they "voted God out of your city" by ousting school board members who favored teaching intelligent design.

Okay, get that fixated in your heads, Denizens, okay?.  Good.

All eight Dover, Pa., school board members up for re-election were defeated Tuesday after trying to introduce "intelligent design" the belief that the universe is so complex that it must have been created by a higher power as an alternative to the theory of evolution.

Now, I dunno about you - but to me, a warning  would go something like "Because you kicked so-and-so (or in this case, several so-and-so's) out of office, such-and-such is definitely  going to happen to you, and you'd best get ready."

Except that's not what Pat Robertson said.

This is what he did  say:

"I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: If there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God. You just rejected him from your city," Robertson said on the Christian Broadcasting Network's "700 Club."

Y'see that Denizens?  Robertson said "if".  In other words, guyz, Pat Robertson hasn't warned anyone.

Of course, the fact that it's a lie won't stop the Lame-Assed Media.  They seem to get their rocks off on lying nowadays.

Eight families had sued the district, claiming the policy violates the constitutional separation of church and state. The federal trial concluded days before Tuesday's election, but no ruling has been issued.

These eight groups of moonbats (I won't dare insult the concept of "family" by calling them thus) all worship the concept of evolution, despite the fact that IT'S NEVER BEEN FUCKING PROVEN!!!!  Howzabout the separation of their  church and the state, hmmmmmmmmmm???

(crickets)

Yeah, I thought  so...

Later Thursday, Robertson issued a statement saying he was simply trying to point out that "our spiritual actions have consequences."

"God is tolerant and loving, but we can't keep sticking our finger in his eye forever," Robertson said. "If they have future problems in Dover, I recommend they call on Charles Darwin. Maybe he can help them."

And I see not a damned thing wrong with what he said.  Those who thumb their noses at God run the risk of getting their asses subsequently handed them.  "Whatever ye sow, that shall ye reap" and all that.  It's one of the reasons I think America is headed for a massive humbling if her people don't pull their heads out of their asses before too long and straighten up/fly right/whatever.  At some point, God is going to run out of patience with this country, and it'll be Katy-bar-the-door thereafter.

I just hope he raptures us out of here before that happens.

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November 10, 2005

PFW:  Can the BCS clean up this  mess...?

The NCAA has a rule regarding postseason participation:  A team has to win a minimum of six games to be bowl-eligible.

If only that were the case with Texas high schools.

We're now in the playoffs in Texas "hah skrewl" (a little Rush lingo, there) football, and we have a matchup in Class 4A, Region I, Division I.  I am going to cut & paste, for your edification, this playoff pairing (the school's season record is in parentheses):

Sherman (3-7) vs. Stephenville (10-0)
7:30 Friday at Denton ISD Stadium

Now, I researched this a bit, and it seems that Sherman tied with Wichita Falls for second in their district with a 3-2 record.  Sherman advanced based on head-to-head; they beat WF, 30-14, back in October.  But Wichita Falls at least won a couple of non-district games, while Sherman posted a big honkin' oh-fer.  Oh-fer as in 0 for 5.

Seems to me that Wichita Falls, which missed the playoffs entirely, might have been a better representative at 6-4 than Sherman is at 3-7.  This makes the BCS look positively sane by comparison. (sigh)

On to the PFW.  Speaking of playoffs, my Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets have a return engagement with the Azle Hornets Friday at 7:30 in Burleson.  Heights barely won the season opener against the Hornets, 24-21, so Gang Green - yeah, their colors are really green & white - will be out for revenge.  Heights hasn't been much of a playoff team the past couple years, either, so this game worries me.

Saturday night, I'll be at eighteenth-ranked TCU's "victory lap" game in Fort Worth as they celebrate their Mountain West Conference championship by taking on the UNLV Rebels in a tuneup for whatever bowl game they eventually play in.

Saturday afternoon, Bob Stoops' Oklahoma Sooners are at home, where they will take part is what is, for me, a "double whammy" game.  This is a game where one of my teams takes on one of my "anti-teams".  And in this case, that anti-team is - who else? - Dennis "The Mercenary" Franchione's Texas A&M Aggies.  A&M is having a tough time getting out of its own way this year (snicker), but they're still talented enough to pull one off vs. OU, if the Sooners aren't careful.  I'll take OU and you can have four points.

Later that afternoon, fifth-ranked LSU will travel to Tuscaloosa, Alabama to take on the fourth-ranked Crimson Tide.  If this were in Baton Rouge, I'd feel a lot more comfortable - as it is, give me LSU and seven-point-five.  Straight up, I just think Bama has more talent.

The Dallas Cowboys have a second straight Sunday off.  Because Monday night, they will be in the City of Brotherly Shove, aka Philthydelphia, to take on the Beagles, who have said bye-bye to Widdle Terri Owens.

Owens, who was dismissed from the Eagles on Monday, had 20 touchdowns in 21 regular-season games with Philadelphia. Losing the All-Pro wideout puts more pressure on McNabb, running back Brian Westbrook and the rest of the offense.

"Everyone wants to say we didn't win championship games without a big-play receiver. Well, our big-play receiver was hurt last year and we won a championship game," cornerback Sheldon Brown said Wednesday.

Yeah.  And your hula-skirted, Mommy-feed-me-Campbell-soup QB is hurt this  year.  And hopefully, the 'Boys can plant his ugly ass in the FieldTurf™ a few more  times Monday night.

Still, the Beagles are at home, and that's worth something.  Give me the Cowboys and 10.

We're back on Tuesday for the recap. (Incidentally, that means the PFW recap will be Tuesday.  I'll still be here ripping on Demoscum the rest of the weekend, mkay?  So make sure you stop by.)

Feel free now to praise or bust on your favorite teams.  Let the tailgate party begin!

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November 09, 2005

On the elections yesterday

A liberal Demoscum gubernatorial candidate wins in Noo Joisey, a Demoscummic state that typically has its collective head up its collective ass.  And we're supposed to be surprised...why again?

Ballot initiatives proposed by a Republican governator governor are defeated in California, a Demoscummic state that typically has its collective head up its collective ass.  And we're supposed to be surprised...why again?

A Demoscum gubernatorial candidate wins in Virginia, where the previous governor was a Demoscum.  And we're supposed to be surprised...why again?

A ballot initiative defining marriage as one man and one woman passes overwhelmingly in Texas, a state that knows the difference between rights and special privileges.  And we're supposed to be surprised...why again?

The point:  Crow all you want, libtards.  You didn't win anything you weren't expected to win yesterday, and you sure as Hell™ haven't won anything substantial.

Bush wasn't on the ballot yesterday...and as much as you wish it were so, neither was Mother Shitcan.  Iraq wasn't on the ballot anywhere yesterday, so your asinine claim that it was some sort of referendum on Bush is just so much putrid BS, despite what Mykki Chickenshit or the rest of the Kosnutsack dick-suckers are bleating.

Republicans still own the House; Republicans still own the Senate; Republicans still own the White House; both Libby and  DeLay are going to be exonerated, it sticks in your craw like a burr under the saddle...and I and the rest of the Right-Thinkers™ are laughing our asses off at you.

Still sucks to be you, doesn't it? (snicker)

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November 08, 2005

Redneck technological terminology

Not really time today to take anyone or anything on, Denizens - although I have a minor potshot at the Puppy Blender™ warming up in the bullpen - so today's blurb comes from the Mothergoose in Denton.

Enjoy.  Oh, and spew warnings. (grin)

UPDATE:  Yeah, I know - it's not the easiest thing in the world to see.  Sorry - did the best I could with it.

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November 07, 2005

"Instant Karma™'s gonna get these guys", part deux

Denizens - you're aware, no doubt, of the tendency of liberal shitheads to live in the past.  "Ooooh, kumbaya, remember the Clinton Administration, when we balanced the budget, hm?"  (Never mind that it was the Republican-led  Congress which balanced that budget, but that's another subject for another post.)

By chance, guys, do any of you remember when I pontificated at length about the cheap-assed tabloid tv show "Cheaters"?

(Yes, I realize - that was back in May, and you've slept since then.)

Well, there appear to be some  fuckwitted shitheads who apparantly want to suck the dick of executive producer Bobby Goldfart Goldstein and his merry little band of harassers, and don't like what I had to say about Bobby's motley little crew.

This is about as stupid as you are. The pig deserves to be busted.. He lost his rank because of this and he should have lost his job. Your fat ass sits on the couch and you dont do any research into the matter. Dont you know that pig has a history of this kind of shit?

Well, I put that little fucker in his place; you can go read about it if you're that bored.

But soon as I asked for the link, here came his fellow riders of the Short Bus, rising to defend the honor of their honeyboy Bobby.

We'll start with a limp-wrist calling himself "Slayer of Kings" (oh, wow, like this King & Tyrant™ is really shaking in his steel-toed boots), who writes:

Cops pretend to be better then everyone else

Well, you get no argument there, given the plethora of "COPS" and "World's Wildest Police Videos" episodes that are all over the airwaves.  I'm not crazy about the police-types that are that eager for the camera time, but the fact is that they're a minority.  The majority of cops would just as soon do their job without a whole lot of fanfare.

they expect us to respect them, but how can we respect them when they are no better then a cheat and a liar.

Oh, I dunno.  Same way you apparantly insist that I respect you when you're nothing but a Howard Dean pissweasel wannabe?

This is just another case where a cop showed us his true colors.

And yours is yet another comment where a cop-hating dickhead shows us his.

He has no morals, having sex with a married woman is immoral

I won't argue with that.  But you seem to have no problem with Bobby Goldfart sticking his nose where it clearly doesn't belong.  What's that say about your  morals?  Hmmmmmmm?

and a disgrace to the uniform

What, because you  say so?  Who are you again that we should put you in authority over us?

He should be fired

Based on what, dumbass?  Unless the contract that he signed with the city of Fort Worth clearly contains a morals clause, I would think that it's none of the city's business.  And frankly, it sure as Hell™ isn't yours.

and the woman that was cheating on her husband should lose her children and be ordered to pay spousal support.

Given that you're posting in California, it's a safe bet that you don't know shit about Texas family law.  You pretty much have to be an accused felon for that to happen around here.

Speaking of which, I find it interesting that you'd favor handing over the woman's kids to someone who faced a felony charge of assault against said woman.  Or did you not read the original story?

It is my personal opinion that Infidelity should still be a crime punishable by prison time.

Well, thank Cthulu that our criminal justice system isn't headed by the likes of you.

Marriage is not something to take lightly if you cant keep your word then don’t make the promise. Once you take a vow the only way out is a divorce

Again, I won't argue with this.  But that's a matter between a husband and wife - not some nosy little busybody prick with a minicam.

But in this day and age where very few people know what honor and integrity is its no wonder that people like you think its funny when someone breaks there word

Uh, 'scuse me, but I don't remember saying anything about any potential humor contained therein.  So in addition to wanting to stick your nose in everybody's business, you want to put words in their mouths, too?  Do you realize what an ass you're making of yourself here?

('Course, that's why I'm giving your comments front-page time, but still...)

I guess you have showed the whole world your true colors as it seems you also lack honor and integrity.

Wow, someone who hides behind a keyboard in Kalifornication wants to accuse me of lacking "honor and integrity".  PotKettleBlack™ much, chumpzilla?

You're more than welcome to come on down here to Texas and say that to my face, chickenshit. Soon as you grow a pair, son.

Next, we have someone...oh, excuse me - "Someone Else" - who claims that Captain Paul of the FWPD has a history of stuff like this.

Before anyone gets their shorts in a wad, I should advise you that FW Weekly  is essentially the Fort Worth Startlegram's  answer to the Dallas Observer.

I should also mention that the quotes that FW Weekly  obtained for it's slander piece were obtained "off the record" - meaning that the bozos giving said information are scared shitless that they'd rightly have their asses sued off for slander by Captain Paul.

But don't take my word for it - let me quote you the piece in this particular article:

Several police officers spoke off the record about other incidents, involving work-hour trysts, women who complained that Paul was harassing them, and a girlfriend who stormed into a police station and accused him of trying to seduce her daughter. The officers spoke sarcastically about Paul’s custom of speaking to new police academy recruits about ethics — including one such speech given just a few days prior to his being caught on tape by Cheaters.

The only result thus far of Paul’s actions, the officers complain, is that he has been transferred to a different unit or promoted. Some say Paul’s close relationships with former Police Chief Thomas Windham and current Chief Ralph Mendoza have meant that his transgressions have gone away quietly and his penalties have been minimal. Others say his indiscretions have hurt him and that he might have been a deputy chief by now.

So basically, an alternative rag is getting off-the-record quotes in order to slander a captain in the Fort Worth Police Department.

I'm so  impressed.  C'mere and pull the other one.

Now boys - and by "boys", I'm referring to the three turds who felt compelled to COMMENT ON A SIX-MONTH-OLD POST!!!! - let this be a lesson to you:  Don't fuck with someone who plays the game a little better than you do - and try to stay a little more current on what I'm talking about, mmmmkay?

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November 06, 2005

PFW  That's Conference Champion  TCU to you...

Normally I don't enjoy being wrong.  Except, of course, when I've picked my teams to lose and they surprise me. (grin)

Arlington Heights 33, Southwest 27 (OT)
TCU 33, Colorado State 6
LSU 24, Appalachian State 0

Well, at least Bo Pelini's unit tossed a shutout.  Les Miles didn't seem to be too concerned.

"I tried to let our team know that this team we were playing is a good football team," Tigers coach Les Miles said. "It didn't make any difference what division they're in. I thought that considering it was not the emotion that we'll have in a week, it was a good outing. We promise you it's been very difficult not to look to the next opponent."

Play like this against Alabama, Les, and you'll be on the other end of that score.

...

Arlington Heights jumped out to a 27-17 lead, then watched it evaporate as Southwest kicked a 22-yard field goal with seven seconds left in regulation.

Quarterback Eric Burleson, subbing for an injured Jeff Jones, scored the winning touchdown in OT after Heights held the Raiders Rebels to a missed 51-yard field goal attempt.

...

Gary Patterson has a reputation as a defensive wizard.

Understand, I still think he's the wrong coach for the TCU Horned Frogs.  But his defense stepped up this year, particularly the much-maligned-since-last-year secondary.

That secondary intercepted four more passes Saturday night against Colorado State (two by safety Brian Bonner), giving them an NCAA-leading 23 for the season.  Ram quarterback Justin Holland was sacked 5 times, one of them for a safety.

Jeff Ballard was 13 of 25 for 160 yards and a touchdown, plus he ran for another touchdown.  Robert Merrill had 95 yards on 16 carries, and Aaron Brown and Cory Rodgers each had one rushing touchdown.  Rodgers also caught the Ballard TD pass.

With the victory, TCU clinched the Mountain West Conference championship, their first outright title since 1958.  The 18th-ranked Frogs will now play in either the Las Vegas Bowl or the Liberty Bowl.

One wonders, however, how high the Frogs could've climbed had they not leid a colossal egg against the Shitland Ponies of SMUT.

For now, I'll happily accept my second straight Perfect Football Weekend, and my third in the last four.

The PFW will return Thursday for a shot at three in a row.

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November 04, 2005

PFW:  Awwww, po' baby Franchione...

My, my, my - how the mighty have fallen.

Couple of years ago, Dennis "The Mercenary" Franchione was college football's golden boy.  Brought TCU back from the doldrums of Pat Sullivan, brought Alabama back to respectability after taking a proverbial dump on the Frog faithful, then was expected to do the same with Texas A&M after doing the same thing to the Crimson Tide fans.

Except for one minor detail, as Kevin Sherrington notes:  Aggie supporters haven't quite seen the results he produced at his last two stops.

He's a good coach. Organized, driven, inventive. Proved it at several stops, notably TCU. And most Texas media figured it was only a matter of time before he did the same at A&M.

Only it hasn't happened. Certainly not this season. He's nearly three years into his dream job, working under a deal that pays him $2 million a year through 2012, and what have the Aggies gotten for their money?

A 16-16 record. And it doesn't look like the returns will be any better any time soon.

Welcome to the big time, Denny baby.  That water isn't quite as easy to swim in when it's up around your eyeballs, now is it? (snicker)

On to the PFW.  Or what I wish would be a PFW.  Hell™ - I have two teams off this week, and it's still  not gonna be a PFW.

Because this week, my Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets take on the likely district champions in the Southwest Raiders Rebels tonight at 7:30. (No, you PC bastards in the NAA(L)CP - I don't kowtow to your sniveling little whims.  I grew up with them being called the Rebels; I grew up with their symbol being the Confederate flag; that's what they will always be to me.  Just like you people will likely always be whiny little fuckheads.  Deal with it.)

Anyway, Southwest is head & shoulders better than Heights at this juncture, so I expect a Rebel squash.

Saturday evening, the TCU Horned Frogs play for the Mountain West conference championship when the Colorado State Rams come to town.  It will not surprise me if CSU wins this game, since I think the Rams are bigger and faster than the Frogs.

Then again, I didn't think the Frogs would beat BYU either, so...Anyway, give me the Frogs and eight.

Saturday night LSU continues its two-week working vacation when Appalachian State comes in for the requisite drubbing.  The Tigers could start third-stringers and still squash this Division I-AA outfit.  If the final margin is less than 42 points, calls will emerge for Les Miles' head.

The Dallas Cowboys and Oklahoma Sooners are both off this week.  In honor of that fact, Barry Switzer will attempt to pass another gun through airport security. (grin)

We're back, likely Sunday, for a mini-recap.

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November 03, 2005

'Scuse me?  Whose kids are they again...?

Time for another RCOB moment, Denizens.

The Ninth Socialist Circus Court of Appeals has decided, in its infinite finite extremely finite practically non-existent definitely non-existent wisdom, that our kids don't belong to us and we have no say in what they're to be taught.

The 9th Circuit Court of Appeals ruled yesterday against parents who sued their local school district after their elementary-age children were given a sexually charged survey, saying there is "no fundamental right of parents to be the exclusive provider of information regarding sexual matters to their children."

The three-judge panel of the full court further ruled that parents "have no due process or privacy right to override the determinations of public schools as to the information to which their children will be exposed while enrolled as students."

Six parents sued the Palmdale, Calif., School District after finding out their kids had been asked a series of sexual questions in class. They included asking the children about the frequency of:

Touching my private parts too much

Thinking about having sex

Thinking about touching other people's private parts

Thinking about sex when I don't want to

Washing myself because I feel dirty on the inside

Not trusting people because they might want sex

Getting scared or upset when I think about sex

Having sex feelings in my body

Can't stop thinking about sex

Getting upset when people talk about sex

Judge Stephen Reinhardt wrote the opinion for the court. Referring to the fact the parents lost their case at the district-court level, Reinhardt wrote:

We agree [with the previous ruling], and hold that there is no fundamental right of parents to be the exclusive provider of information regarding sexual matters to their children, either independent of their right to direct the upbringing and education of their children or encompassed by it. We also hold that parents have no due process or privacy right to override the determinations of public schools as to the information to which their children will be exposed while enrolled as students. Finally, we hold that the defendants' actions were rationally related to a legitimate state purpose. [emphasis Reinhardt's].

How much longer will it be before Child Protective Abductive Services SS troops begin to take our children from us, simply because we object to what they're being taught in government schools?  Or for trying to avoid said schools by homeschooling them?

Ropes, lampposts, Ninth Socialist Circus.  Some assembly required.

UPDATE:  As usual, Misha has nailed it on the head and expounded thereupon in a way that I seem to be unable to do lately.

Hm.  Must be the unemployment thing. (shrug)

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November 02, 2005

Until we meet again, O Valiant One

Flags in the Realm™ and the Empire fly at half-staff today.

We have lost one of our own - LC Warspite.

My Grandfather known to you all as Warspite (from the Royal Navy ship he used to regal us with in bedtime stories, first my Dad and Uncles and then us grandkids) sadly passed a few days ago. He asked me to make this post, and I am doing his bidding.

The Old One was a fine man and I am proud beyond words to he known him and to be his grandson. My Dad was a Navy pilot and went down when I was three in a Med accident so he pretty much raised me. We understood each other, I think. I loved him-but I liked him too. That is rare among relations in my experience. I will miss my Grandfather always.

For the last 13 years he worked like a man on a mission to translate and annotate Plutarch’s “Parallel Lives”. I guess he figured it was his only possible fight in the culture wars. He believed deeply in the old virtues, and defined men by their heroism. Blind and wheelchair-bound, he made the project work through sheer butt-fascist dogged determination. The scope and scale of the effort was almost beyond human ability-over 1 million words in the end-which explains why it had not been done since 1680. The work was finished recently and, like a light going out, Grandfather declined rapidly. As he so long kept hidden, eventually the battleground of illness that was his final lot became impossible to conceal.

I was very fortunate to be with him as he finished his life. He said:

“O inscrutabilis Scrutator animarum, cui patet omne cor, si me vocaveras, olim a te fugeram. Si autem nunc velis vocare me indignum”.

Unlike my Grandfather, I provide translations:

“O inscrutable scrutinizer of souls, to whom every heart is open, if you had called me,