Mr. Smith presented his thoughts concerning the new age Tea Party movement on here before, but it’s hard for me to get into their politics, since I don’t know (or care) what they are all about.  The only things about the Tea Party that I have learned is that they no longer like the term teabagger, their views are consistent with Republican ideology, and their logo looks like a pile of shit at first glance.  Well, I recently learned something new after reading an article that details an upcoming Pekoe party protest in California.  Like their American Idol Sarah Palin, some teabaggers don’t take too kindly to the First Amendment – and apparently believe every stupid stereotype they hear:

The Council on American-Islamic relations (CAIR) has condemned plans for a Tea Party protest outside a southern California mosque, whose organizers are urging protesters to bring dogs with them because Muslims “hate dogs.”  I wish someone would have told them that all Muslims hate gerbils.  That would be a sight to see.  All those plastic wheels and I.V.-looking water dispensers all over the place – and you know Richard Gere would have shown up.

A recent series of unsigned emails and anonymous Web postings has called for a protest during Friday prayers outside the Islamic Center of Temecula Valley, in Riverside County. Protest organizers are upset at the Islamic group’s plans to build a new mosque to replace its current makeshift mosque.

One of the emails declared: “Islam is not a religion.  It is a worldwide political movement meant [sic] on domination of the world.  And it is meant to subjugate all people under Islamic law….”  And what is it exactly that Christians have been trying to do for thousands of years?  I’ve never once had a Muslim come to my door asking me if I would be interested in learning more about the Qur’an.

The email goes on to say that Muslims “hate dogs. …Tennessee was able to stop the Mosque so bring your Bibles, flags, signs, dogs and singing voice (All Muslims apparently hate music as well) on Friday.”...The reference to Tennessee evidently has to do with a controversy over the planned construction of a mosque in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, which has drawn opposition from some residents.  Contrary to the email, planning for the mosque has not been halted.

With the city of Temecula soon to determine whether the proposed mosque can go ahead, opposition to its construction has been growing more vocal.  Opponents told the L.A. Times last week they feared the mosque would turn the area into “a haven for Islamic extremists.”…That’s a charge denied by members of the Temecula mosque, who point out their current mosque has been operating in Riverside County for more than a decade.

“Californians of all faiths should repudiate (I think he meant refudiate) those who would target a house of worship using tactics specifically designed to cause offense,” said Hussam Ayloush, executive director of the Los Angeles branch of CAIR. “National and state Tea Party leaders should explain why their movement has apparently deviated from its agenda on fiscal responsibility and limited government to the promotion of Islamophobia.”

CAIR also notes that the organizers’ assertion that Muslims “hate” dogs is wrong.  “Many Muslims believe the saliva of dogs invalidates the ritual ablution performed before prayer.  For this reason, it has become a cultural norm for individuals not to have dogs in their houses — not because the dog is ‘hated,’” CAIR stated.  Okay, so the saliva thing is kind of a weird religious belief; but then again, I don’t know of many religions whose beliefs are steeped (get it? Tea, steeped) in factualism either. (VIA)

I would say that most everyone knows a parent who has transferred their broken childhood dreams into expectations for their unsuspecting children.  In my case, it was an uncle who was convinced that both of my cousins would be the next big MLB prospects, and this was before they could even swing one of those oversized plastic bats.  He was the kind of guy that I tried to avoid at all costs during family gatherings because he had a one-track mind.  You could say, “This turkey leg is good.” And his response would be something like, “You think that’s good, you should have seen your cousin leg out a triple in his little league game yesterday.”  He was the kind of guy that would ask me a question, but didn’t care what the answer was, because it only served as a lead-in for him to tell me all about his sons’ gold-glove talent.  Fast forward to the present, and you’ll find that the closest either of them will ever get to being involved in a MLB game would be a Steve Bartman-like moment while sitting in the stands.  It’s rare when kids actually do live up to these types of expectations, and even if it does happen, it’s even more rare when the kids grow up to become well-adjusted adults (See Todd Marinovich).  In other words, I would say there is a real good chance the following two kids may develop problems later in life; but what do you expect when you see the examples they have to go by.

One, Two Strikes, You’re Out

A Pennsylvania youth baseball coach is facing a simple assault charge for allegedly punching his 9-year-old son in the face after the boy was ejected from a game.

Police charged Ray Boudreau of suburban Harrisburg after he allegedly struck his son twice with a closed fist at Monday’s game.

Defense lawyer Brian Perry says Boudreau handled the situation poorly but struck the boy on the back. Boudreau has a hearing scheduled for July 27.

Court papers say the umpire and scorekeeper called police, who arrested Boudreau at his Enola home. An officer says he observed redness on the boy’s face.

Perry says Boudreau spent Monday night in jail. He says the boy was ejected for throwing his helmet after being thrown out at third base. (Huff Post)

This is when you know your competitive nature has definitely gotten out of hand…

Popsquatch

A middle-school teacher faces a felony abuse charge after Boone County Sheriff’s Office investigators allege he beat his 5-year-old son with a belt on the Fourth of July “because the boy was not playing hopscotch to his satisfaction.”

Christopher Robison, 46, of Union, is facing a Class C felony criminal abuse charge…Robison is a social studies teacher at Camp Ernst Middle School.

The incident occurred around 3 p.m. at Robison’s home and caused “severe bruising” to his son, according to Scheben. (WithLeather)

Robison responded the way most abusive parents do in these types of situations – blame someone and/or something else:

A northern Kentucky teacher accused of whipping his son with a belt says he never bruised the boy and the allegations were made by his former wife.

Robison told the newspaper he took his son into the house and hit him on the buttocks twice after the boy talked back to him several times while playing the game outside. He said two bruises on the boy came from a fall at a swimming pool.

The Boone County Schools superintendent said Robison is suspended from his job pending an internal investigation. (LEX-18)

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Mr. Smith once said in a previous post that there are a lot of things in life he doesn’t understand, “like math and women”, and I know that he’s not alone in thinking this way.  The brightest minds in the world have been trying to answer what we have deemed to be life’s great mysteries for thousands of years, and continue to do so every day.  So, I’ll leave the experts to their own devices, and offer up a few random things that would fall into the category of life’s little questions instead.

• Has anyone been stupid enough – or drunk enough – to buy these “HD” sunglasses that they’ve been floggin’ on TV lately?  The company’s selling point is that these glasses not only provide the obligatory protection against UV rays, but also “increase color and clarity to give you High-definition vision.”  First, I thought the whole point of HD TV was to provide a viewing experience that is comparable to real life.  The human eye can distinguish 10 million colors, and like other mammals, “the human eye’s non-image-forming photosensitive ganglion cells in the retina receive the light signals which affect adjustment of the size of the pupil, regulation and suppression of the hormone melatonin and entrainment of the body clock.”  I have no idea what in the hell any of that means really, but this process sounds more complex than some plastic and tinted Plexiglas being thrown together in a factory in Taiwan.  Plus, I’ve heard a disturbing rumor that some poor consumer attempted to wear these sunglasses while watching a TV show in HD, and their head exploded.
• Similar to the above, why is the 3-D craze coming back to the entertainment forefront once again?  According to my old, sometimes unreliable friend Wikipedia, 3-D presentation in cinema first debuted back in 1952.  This was called the “golden years” of the format, and since that time it has experienced: a revival in 1960, a rebirth in 1985, and a re-entrance in 2003, which continues into today.  The newest thing is the introduction of 3-D TV’s and cable programming – like ESPN3D – which allow you to feel like you’re a part of the televised action, and look like Biff’s friend from Back to the Future from the comfort of your own home.  First, I don’t want to sit on the couch and wear some stupid glasses while I’m watching TV; and second, if I want to see in 3-D, it’s as easy as getting off my lazy ass and going outside, or looking out a window if my lazy ass is comfortable.  I admit that it would be kind of cool to watch a sporting event on TV in 3-D, but how many other shows could possibly be enhanced by this type of technology?  Would you really want to see Kim Kardashian’s fat ass coming straight at you, or feel like Paula Dean is in your living room throwing butter and lard all over everything?
• As you can tell from all the prescription drug advertisements on TV, everyone has something wrong with them that can be remedied or aided by some type of pill.  I enjoy these ads, because it’s funny to hear all of the various side effects that cause disorders which usually end up sounding worse than whatever ailment the drug is intended to remedy.  The best example is any drug that is used to fight clinical depression – such as Cymbalta, Pristiq, Prozac.  When these antidepressant commercials come to the lengthy part where all the side effects are revealed, there is one that is always mentioned: “antidepressants can increase suicidal thoughts and behaviors in childrens, teens, and young adults.”  So, there’s a distinct possibility that the drug you are taking to keep from being depressed will ultimately lead to the end of life as you know it.  Technically, that will take care of the depression problem, but I don’t think that is a cure most people would be comfortable with.  This is like taking a drug for high cholesterol that may give you heart disease, or an erectile-dysfunction pill that could result in your dick falling off.

I have written some thoughts before on people who don’t seem to understand the types of  behavior that accompany a normal friendship, but this story is by far the worst recorded act perpetrated by a frienemy that I have ever read:

A 47-year-old Dona Ana County man is in a Texas burn center after a drinking game left him nude on the side of the highway with his prosthetic leg in flames.

Sheriff’s deputies learned that the victim and friends were drinking Monday and had made a bet that whoever drank the least would be set on fire, according to a news release.

The victim told investigators that since he drank only six beers, the least amount, he agreed to let his friends set him on fire.

The victim, who has a prosthetic left leg made of plastic, said his friends set his leg on fire, which spread to his buttocks and lower back area, causing severe burns.

Not being able to stand the pain, the victim disrobed. His friends then decided to take him to the hospital but became “nervous and dropped the victim off” on U.S. 70, the release said.

Witnesses reported seeing an individual walking on a U.S. 70 bridge with his leg on fire. Another witness reported that the victim was naked, while other witnesses reported that the victim was struck by two cars and even attempted to jump into passing vehicles as well into the path of an oncoming tractor-trailer.

When questioned by deputies if he had asked his friends to stop at any point in time while setting him on fire, he stated “no, he lost the bet” and therefore did not attempt to stop them.

The man was taken from MountainView Regional Hospital to a Texas burn treatment center.

A few thoughts on this story:

First, what kind of twisted fuckin’ drinking game results in the loser being lit on fire?  The only thing I can think is that this guy’s friends were altogether unfamiliar with the specific rules of the drinking game Asshole.  Second, let’s say you happened to have a friend who was missing a limb.  I don’t think there are many feel-good stories that involve someone losing an extremity, so it’s safe to say this particular guy/girl has been through a traumatic experience at least once in their life already.  Most people would go out of their way to be nice to a person in their situation, and even the biggest drunk dickheads would only go so far as to drop the occasional off-color remark every once in a while – like “When does that ass-kicking contest you entered start?” or “Was that movie starring Daniel-Day Lewis based on your life?”  Maybe the weirdest part of the story is that the victim agreed to let his friends do this, and the thought of “maybe this isn’t such a good idea” was seemingly overtaken by some moronic machismo.  Even if the guy was stupid enough to accept the punishment for being the lightweight of the group, you’d think at the very least he would have told them that he prefer they didn’t light a part of his body that is made of plastic, and wouldn’t cost thousands of dollars to replace.  I guess being set on fire didn’t turn out as he had imagined, so the guy proceeded to go au naturel, and at that point his “friends” apparently decided this hadn’t gone far enough.  How else could you explain them deciding to take him to a hospital, getting his hopes up, and then ultimately opting to drop him off on a highway in his birthday suit with a smoldering prosthetic?  Yet even after all of this, the victim somehow remains loyal to his fiery friends.  One media outlet captured a photo of the man reuniting with one of the individuals responsible after he was released from the hospital, and it doesn’t look like any of them have learned a lesson:

I was channel surfing the TV airwaves late last night, and happened to stop on a mini- infomercial for the product that you see in the picture above.  After watching the entire two-minute long advertisement, I still wasn’t clear on a few things – like what the hell it was, or what purpose it supposedly served.  So, I visited the official Fushigi Ball website and found out that it is “a brand new, dynamically designed ball used in the mysterious art of contact juggling.”  I had never heard the words “mysterious art” being used in reference to any type of juggling before, but I was certain the product wasn’t brand new because David Bowie was using this shit back in 1986.  Apparently utilizing proper techniques when handling the Fushigi is supposed to “give the appearance that the sphere is moving on its own or floating.”  However, after watching several experts demonstrate their mystical ball handling with killer moves like “The Enigma”, I found it to be about as captivating as a hippy at a Phish concert who noodle dances with glow sticks in the dark.  Of course, the commercial is filled with people who act like the Fushigi Ball is the greatest form of pointless performance art since Devil Sticks, and flimsy claims like “it will mesmerize the mind, confuse the senses, and blow away your friends.” – I actually believe that claim to be true, but not in the way the product’s makers had intended.  Your mind will be mesmerized by the fact that you spent hard-earned money for this shit, your sense of self-worth will become muddled, and your friends will be blown away when they discover you’ve been practicing for months to master something this damn stupid.

My favorite part of the commercial is near the beginning when a dark haired girl says, “Like, I don’t even know what it is…but it’s the coolest thing ever, and I can do it.”

I was watching a commercial for this drug Requip, and it said their product may cause restless legs syndrome, and a range of unwanted side effects that included: increased drinking, drug use, risky sex, and gambling.  Whaaat?!?  If you’re single and have a positive cash flow, no matter how minimal, what’s the problem?  I mean, at worst the “Jimmy legs” – as that episode of Seinfeld defined it – can be looked past if you’re drunk, high on anything, and betting whether whoever you’re about to pork will make you suit up.

How is this medicine not prescribed just to create these side effects?  If you’re boring, Requip could probably change your life. Take one prior to going out clubbin’, then you could dance, gamble, snort and finagle yourself as much as any nimble, high rollin’, drug addicted porn star.

Requip is legitimately prescribed for Parkinson’s Disease.  These side effects seem to be bullshit, because people with Parkinson’s Disease do this kind of stuff without taking pill one (1) – Spelling a word and then putting the numeral in parenthesis is something I learned while drunk for three years in law school.  I mean, think about it.  Restless legs give you insight into which horse is going to win the Derby.  If you see a horse’s legs being restless prior to making it to the gate, you may bet on it to do the Macarena, but you ain’t placin’ no dough on it to win.  Sure, it may show its privates or place them on the rail, but that ain’t the spirit of what “place or show” means, and you aren’t gonna be able to cash that handwritten ticket on a Post-It note at any reputable racetrack.

Anyone with a spine that gets diagnosed with Parkinson’s is going to swill it out like a champ because they know being able to have a drink without wearing it is about to end.  Sure, you could go into the milkshake business, but us epileptics cornered that market back before Brutus killed Siezure.  In all seriousness, allegedly, the word seizure comes from Caesar, because he had “fits” or bouts of idiocy.  He apparently didn’t strategically fall outright before being stabbed about 100 times, which is oddly the same dosage of phenobarbital you’re given after gourding yourself. Coincidence?  I think so, but there is no evidence to back this up or even anyone else who is crazy enough to extrapolate such bullshit from anything similar to this.  That is the difference between a prison and being listed on the sex offender registry.

Drug use as a side effect of taking drugs has always seemed to be as non-sensical as a porn star getting married.  Why do you need what you get paid to have at work?  This is also kind of like entrapment.  A side effect is drug use, but to use more drugs, you have to be prescribed more drugs.  In other words, being prescribed Requip causes you to use more Requip – and the chicken came before the egg, because laying that sombitch required a  goddamn chicken. Uh, that didn’t really clear things up.  Well, “acting like a yardbird” ain’t a side effect of Requip so I’m going to leave that as it is for now.

What exactly is “risky sex”?  All sex is risky.  You could impregnate or be impregnated by someone or a group of some people every time coitus takes place.  You could contract something called “V.D.”, which itches and makes some people bring you their animals when they’re sick – they can also allow you to be able to determine how excited your partner is by being able to read braille.  Ronnie Milsap ain’t read no love novels that were properly wrapped, so to speak.   Rug/carpet burns aren’t anything’ to ignore.  MRSA has to get started somewhere, and stain resistant carpet plus a lot of friction ain’t a bad way to go.  I define risky sex as being on bottom when your co-porker outweighs you by more than 30lbs.  Risky sex is having relations while bungee jumping into the Grand Canyon.  “Boing” was never so sexy and dangerous all at one time.

I’ll bet the people who determined gambling was a side effect of Requip had never gambled in thier life.  3 to 1 odds. Come on you whimp.  Sack up!  Gambling is a side effect of losing.  If you win, it isn’t gamblin’.  It’s winnin’.  If you’re successful at gamblin’, you’re called lucky.  If you suck, and you’re taking any kind of medicine, it’s a side effect you can blame on your wife.  Husband: “I swear honey, I wouldn’t have bet the mortgage payment on 17 black if I wasn’t taking Requip.”  Wife: “Allow me to Requip. That’s bullshit. You’ve been unlucky since we had unprotected sex. I’m outta here.” That’s the real world fewl.  Lay odds on dealing with it.

You think pharmacists get the side effects from merely handling these drugs?  Maybe a craps game or orgy is the reason why their phones are always answered with automated systems?  I guess they are too busy rollin’ the bones or tappin’ that tailtab to care about getting you drugs.

I love it when reality turns out to be stranger than any work of fiction you’ve ever read – or more likely watched, because our society is beginning to resemble something out of a Ray Bradbury novel.  You will encounter weird stories on various news channels at times, but the Internet is without a doubt the best place to find articles which reinforce the idea that life is indeed a joke – and each new day delivers a different punchline.

Calvin Klein introduced his Obsession Cologne product line back in 1986, and the scent is still going (and smelling) strong among consumers who purchase this sort of thing.  Myself not included.  I was given a gift set with little 4 oz. bottles of  Calvin Klein colognes about 15 years ago for Christmas; they are still perched atop my dresser, and each of them probably still have around 3.99 ounces left – a result of evaporation, as opposed to usage.  Yet I refuse to throw them out, because of an irrational fear that one day a situation will arise where I’m required to go out smelling like a French whore.  Then I read this story, and finally decided to donate my bottles in the name of animal science:

“Animal Attraction“

Biologists Rony Garcia and Jose Moreira from the Wildlife Conservation Society’s (WCS) Jaguar Conservation Program say they use hidden cameras as a primary source for observing and tracking jaguars in Guatemala’s Maya Biosphere Reserve…But they also rely on Obsession for Men, a cologne known for its complex scent, to help lure, then research and hopefully ultimately preserve jaguars in the Central American country.

“The method we are using to study the jaguars here in Guatemala is a non-invasive method which is based on photographing the individuals by using camera traps,” Moreira told Reuters Television…”It has been very useful using Obsession (for Men) to get the jaguars in front of these camera traps … and that allows us to estimate with greater confidence the genders and the numbers that live in each studied site.”

The discovery that Obsession for Men acted as a magnet for jaguars was the result of an experiment by the WCS’s Bronx Zoo in New York.  The WCS was looking for ways to get cheetahs in front of camera traps, and, after several years of testing with different fragrances, found spraying the musky Obsession For Men near the heat-and-motion-sensitive cameras drew the cats for longer than other scents.  The WCS said it tentatively plans to expand the use of the cologne in programs in Venezuela, Nicaragua, Bolivia, Peru and Ecuador in coming years. (VIA)

“Doggy Drive-By“

A German student created a major traffic jam in Bavaria after making a rude gesture at a group of Hell’s Angels motorcycle gang members, hurling a puppy at them and then escaping on a stolen bulldozer.  How do you escape from a roving motorcycle gang on a slow ass bulldozer?

German police said on Monday that after making his getaway from the Hell’s Angels club, the 26-year-old dumped the bulldozer, causing a 5 km (3 miles) traffic jam near the southern town of Allershausen, local police said.  He then fled to his home nearby where he was apprehended by the police.

“What motivated him to throw a puppy at the Hell’s Angels is currently unclear,” said a spokesman for local police, adding that the student had lately been suffering from depression (and a case of the crazies).  The puppy was now in safe hands, the spokesman added.  This puppy flinger may be in the clear with authorities, but I can only imagine what will happen to this poor guy when PETA catches wind of this. (VIA)

“When Wrasslin’ Goes Wrong“

Two hard-core wrestling fans are behind bars.  South Charleston police say the men were practicing their moves on a toddler and caused severe bruising and a fractured leg…The 2-year-old girl is still in the hospital.

Police have arrested Andrew Young and James Miller and charged each of them with child neglect creating the risk of injury, which is a felony…The men were planning on going to the pro-wrestling show in Charleston on Friday.  Instead they were picked up by police.

“He wasn’t very happy,” South Charleston Police Detective A.R. Gordon says.  “I guess he was looking forward to this wrestling event that was going to be here tonight. That’s probably not going to happen at this point.”

Young wasn’t shy when we asked him questions, playing it up for the camera:

“Love you maw maw, I’m famous!” (in the same sense that Charles Manson is famous) Young yelled into the camera….He says he was just playing with the little girl.  “I choke slammed her,” Young says.  “But I didn’t hurt her.  She didn’t cry after I did it.”  I mean, who would have thunk that a “choke slam” could actually injure a toddler whose bones and muscular system won’t fully develop for another 15 years or so?  (VIA – link also contains video of the aftermath)

BP tapped into the biggest vein of naturally occurring fluid since the Red Cross got a hold of John Holmes cock at the never before mentioned (until now) Dong Donation-a-Thon.  This shit has been free flowin’ for so long, the X-Games are now going to have a fucking slick surfing event in next year’s competition.  Basically, everywhere from New Orleans – I can’t stand people pronouncing it “Nawlins”, unless they’ve lived there long enough to survive a flood or be murdered – on over to Florida is caked in what made the hillbillys pack up their truck and move to Beverly.  In case anyone disputes it, somehow, someone has even gotten a camera down close enough to give you a live, up to the gush picture of all that money flowing out of the crack in Mother Nature’s ass at the bottom of the sea.  It’s like a natural disaster reality show.  If there was only some kind of sea creature with stupid facial expressions, a completely hilarious fin/gill and an ego big enough to sink the Titanic who could come to the rescue by firing the blown well, the Gulf of Mexico would no doubt be a less tarred and slathered place.

In any event, everyone on the planet short of former O.J. jurors knows this is the biggest oil spill since the Exxon Valdeez – but still a distant second behind Tammy Faye Baker crying during a particularly moving plea for cash in the early 80’s.  Nonetheless, about three times a week you will see footage of President Obama (P.O. for our purposes) walking down a beach, or pointing at something that’s alleged to be oil.  I have no goddamn idea why politicians feel this is necessary.  What purpose does it serve?  The only reason I can think up for this is that he apparently does not believe it actually occurred, and/or is occurring.  You’re running the biggest, most badass country on the planet and you can’t take someone else’s word for it?  You don’t have anything better to do than take your entourage on field trips to ecological disaster zones for photo ops?  I haven’t seen them carrying lunch boxes or getting off any school buses, but I damn sure know they ain’t going down there to do any actual work.  You’ve never seen footage of a Secret Service agent squeegee’n off an animal have you?  Now that you read me thinking about it, maybe more of those tortured animals could be de-BP’d if all the homeless people with squeegees, newspapers and Windex bottles filled with piss were called into active duty and sent to the Gulf.  Hell, they’d get a cup full of change and a new pair of drawers, all while saving the environment.  This is some shit like FDR thought up during the New Deal while the country was going through the Great Depression.  Those monikers put together have always made me visualize a person about to off themselves asking for more cards, while playing a game of high stakes UNO.

I keep waiting to see video of Barack wearing some oil-stained presidential khakis, running in slow-motion towards Michelle wearing a slicked Vera Wang hazmat suit; then they embrace on the tar ball-littered beach to the sounds of background music so lame, Kenny G took it off his set list last time he played the Metropolitan Library.  Do big wig politicians lose votes if they aren’t seen at the scene of natural disasters?  I mean, if someone was running for a U.S. Senate seat in Utah, would they have had to rush to the hospital and have their picture taken in Gary Coleman’s hospital room?  Unless you’re boarding windows, handing out supplies, opening up shelters or keeping the scatter gun on liquor store patrons, you aren’t helping out with anything at the scene of a natural disaster.  If you ain’t there to hide, be saved or to show some amount of hero sack, then what the fuck?  Stay at home.  Disasters aren’t as distasteful if people aren’t around to get all disasterfied.  Yet, politicians want to fling themselves all up in the shit for the chance at a glorified photo op.  I wonder who is going to take all the photos and videos in 2012 when the Earth opens up and swallows us all?  2012 Man!  It’s comin!