It’s New Year’s Eve.
BFD!
What real difference does it make what year it is? We have to change calendars. Besides that, what’s the difference between today and tomorrow? Is the first day of 2007 going to be any different than the last day of 2006?
NO!
The cost of living will increase; the war in Iraq will continue; the sun will continue to rise every morning (hopefully); babies will be born; people will die: Bush will continue to be an idiot. How does that differ from this year?
IT DOESN’T!
So, from my domain to yours –
HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR
Later,
obi
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, December 30, 2006
W's Belated Christmas Present
Saddam is dead. He was executed at dawn, Iraqi time, this morning. Is the world a better
place because of it? Probably. He was a dictator, a murderer and an all-around asshole.
Are we safer, as a nation, because of it? Probably not. It’s never been proven that he posed any threat to the United States. Bush’s story about Iraq having weapons of mass destruction was no more than an excuse to go after the man who had attempted to kill his father while George the First was in office.
The real threat to this country, and the world in general, is still Osama bin Laden. Have we killed him yet? No. Have we caught him yet? No. Do we even know where he is? No.
Oh – wait a minute – we do know where he is. He’s in the mountains of Afghanistan! We’ve got him pinned down somewhere within 251,772 square miles of sand and rocks and caves.
Afghanistan is just slightly smaller than the state of Texas. Let’s turn George loose in his home state and see if 17,900 National Guardsmen can find him if he doesn’t want to be found.
We began the hunt for bin Laden shortly after 9/11/2001 – five fucking years ago. As of today we’ve killed or captured some of his top aides and advisors, but have not laid eyes on our real target. The only time we’ve seen the man is when he sends a video tape of himself screaming, “Death to all western infidels.”
You can tell from the video images that he is scared shitless – just shakin’ in his sandals.
Why the hell don’t we let the Iraqi people sort out their own civil war, pull the majority of our 133,000 troops out of their country and go after the real threat to our nation? Bush has succeeded in his plan for Afghanistan. He got rid of Saddam.
Later,
obi
place because of it? Probably. He was a dictator, a murderer and an all-around asshole.
Are we safer, as a nation, because of it? Probably not. It’s never been proven that he posed any threat to the United States. Bush’s story about Iraq having weapons of mass destruction was no more than an excuse to go after the man who had attempted to kill his father while George the First was in office.
The real threat to this country, and the world in general, is still Osama bin Laden. Have we killed him yet? No. Have we caught him yet? No. Do we even know where he is? No.
Oh – wait a minute – we do know where he is. He’s in the mountains of Afghanistan! We’ve got him pinned down somewhere within 251,772 square miles of sand and rocks and caves.
Afghanistan is just slightly smaller than the state of Texas. Let’s turn George loose in his home state and see if 17,900 National Guardsmen can find him if he doesn’t want to be found.
We began the hunt for bin Laden shortly after 9/11/2001 – five fucking years ago. As of today we’ve killed or captured some of his top aides and advisors, but have not laid eyes on our real target. The only time we’ve seen the man is when he sends a video tape of himself screaming, “Death to all western infidels.”
You can tell from the video images that he is scared shitless – just shakin’ in his sandals.
Why the hell don’t we let the Iraqi people sort out their own civil war, pull the majority of our 133,000 troops out of their country and go after the real threat to our nation? Bush has succeeded in his plan for Afghanistan. He got rid of Saddam.
Later,
obi
Friday, December 29, 2006
WTF ?
Ever wonder why you can’t afford to attend a professional sporting event? Could it be the enormity of players’ salaries?
Barry Zito, a 28-year old pitcher, has just inked a contract with the San Francisco Giants worth a cool $126 million over 7 years. Not taking into account bonuses and extensions, that comes out to $18,000,000 a season.
Let’s say, for argument sake, that he starts roughly 34 games per year. How does $529,411 per game sound? That works out to $58,823 an inning if he pitches a full 9-inning game. If that game is a no-hitter he makes $19,607 per batter struck out (about $6,535 per pitch.)
WTF people! What’s wrong with this picture?
Baseball, basketball, football and even hockey players are now becoming the nation’s newest millionaires. Sure, their careers are relatively short and they need to make as much money as they can as quickly as possible, but shit – they can find another job after sports. Sell cars – become a broadcaster – peddle insurance – whatever it takes. Instead of buying mansions and Bentleys and tons of drugs, maybe they should save some of those big bucks for later in life.
No one is worth $18 million a year just because they can throw a fucking baseball. The sooner the leagues and team owners realize this fact and start cutting salaries back to reasonable amounts, the sooner you and I can attend a professional sporting event without taking second mortgages on our homes to pay for the tickets.
Later,
obi
Barry Zito, a 28-year old pitcher, has just inked a contract with the San Francisco Giants worth a cool $126 million over 7 years. Not taking into account bonuses and extensions, that comes out to $18,000,000 a season.
Let’s say, for argument sake, that he starts roughly 34 games per year. How does $529,411 per game sound? That works out to $58,823 an inning if he pitches a full 9-inning game. If that game is a no-hitter he makes $19,607 per batter struck out (about $6,535 per pitch.)
WTF people! What’s wrong with this picture?
Baseball, basketball, football and even hockey players are now becoming the nation’s newest millionaires. Sure, their careers are relatively short and they need to make as much money as they can as quickly as possible, but shit – they can find another job after sports. Sell cars – become a broadcaster – peddle insurance – whatever it takes. Instead of buying mansions and Bentleys and tons of drugs, maybe they should save some of those big bucks for later in life.
No one is worth $18 million a year just because they can throw a fucking baseball. The sooner the leagues and team owners realize this fact and start cutting salaries back to reasonable amounts, the sooner you and I can attend a professional sporting event without taking second mortgages on our homes to pay for the tickets.
Later,
obi
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Well, Well, Well
AHA!
My theory was correct. If you don’t write, no one will read you. Yeah – I know that sounds stupid, but it seems I’ve acquired a loyal readership. When nothing new is presented, you check back every week or so. When the tirades are constant, you read every day.
I checked my readership numbers today and was pleasantly surprised. From 13 yesterday, when there had not been a new post in almost two months, to 40 today. Not quite back up to the earlier numbers, but on the rise. I can’t ask for more than that.
My blog, MotherTrucker, is not only posted on the site you are now perusing, but on three others. They’re all the same posts, but I found that posting them on more than one venue does increase readership.
I hope y’all had a fantastic Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) and have a bang-up New Year. Remember obi’s motto: Life’s too short to drink cheap beer. Be safe – don’t drink and drive. I want all of you back in 2007.
Later,
obi
My theory was correct. If you don’t write, no one will read you. Yeah – I know that sounds stupid, but it seems I’ve acquired a loyal readership. When nothing new is presented, you check back every week or so. When the tirades are constant, you read every day.
I checked my readership numbers today and was pleasantly surprised. From 13 yesterday, when there had not been a new post in almost two months, to 40 today. Not quite back up to the earlier numbers, but on the rise. I can’t ask for more than that.
My blog, MotherTrucker, is not only posted on the site you are now perusing, but on three others. They’re all the same posts, but I found that posting them on more than one venue does increase readership.
I hope y’all had a fantastic Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) and have a bang-up New Year. Remember obi’s motto: Life’s too short to drink cheap beer. Be safe – don’t drink and drive. I want all of you back in 2007.
Later,
obi
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
A Promise
I don’t normally make New Year’s resolutions. They’re a waste of time and, simply put, just set you up for failure. In fact, I can’t remember the last resolution I made, but it was probably to quit smoking. That really worked.
But now it’s time! I hereby resolve to keep this weblog alive by posting, at the minimum, every week, and hopefully, every day.
Sure, there may be some shitty topics, but they are going to be written and posted, like it or not.
As you can tell, I just realized that it’s been almost two months since my last post. I check my reader numbers every day, and they have sorely dropped. They’ve gone from 50 or 60 a day down to about 12. I assume that most of these are regular readers who simply check in to see if this lazy fucker has written anything new.
Well, from now on – check me daily!!!! If you don’t like the crap you see, let me know. Not that it will change anything, but it’ll be nice feedback.
So, starting NOW you, dear reader, will be bombarded with posts. Gird your loins.
Later,
obi
But now it’s time! I hereby resolve to keep this weblog alive by posting, at the minimum, every week, and hopefully, every day.
Sure, there may be some shitty topics, but they are going to be written and posted, like it or not.
As you can tell, I just realized that it’s been almost two months since my last post. I check my reader numbers every day, and they have sorely dropped. They’ve gone from 50 or 60 a day down to about 12. I assume that most of these are regular readers who simply check in to see if this lazy fucker has written anything new.
Well, from now on – check me daily!!!! If you don’t like the crap you see, let me know. Not that it will change anything, but it’ll be nice feedback.
So, starting NOW you, dear reader, will be bombarded with posts. Gird your loins.
Later,
obi
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