10:30 p.m.

• So I was curious to see what the score is of Game 4 of the NBA Finals.

39-34 Spurs.

At halftime.

• Hey, Sidney Crosby won the NHL MVP Award. Good for him.

• It’s been a while since I’ve listened to Dave Ramsey ever since the Jesus radio station took him off because they are a bunch of Jews and didn’t want to pay the man. He has his programs archived on his Web site, but I’ve always been too lazy to listen. Tonight I remembered/got motivated enough to download a few hours. Boy do I miss this show. First caller off the bat: a single mother missed three $600 mortgage payments and her shyster sub-prime lender is charging her $8,000 in fees. Oh yeah, her interest rate is 10 percent. What the fuck is wrong with people? I’m tired of saying “DON’T BUY A HOUSE IF YOU CAN’T GET A DECENT FIXED RATE FROM A REPUTABLE LENDER.”

But I’ll still say it anyway.

Oh, lookie here.

Late payments and new foreclosures on adjustable-rate home mortgages made to people with spotty credit climbed to all-time highs in the first three months of the year.

10 p.m.

• So the fourth starter on my Single-A MVP 2005 team just gave up back-to-back-to-back home runs in a 7-3 loss where two other round-trippers were smacked out by the other team. Well I know someone who isn’t headed to the big leagues anytime soon.

6 p.m.

• Oh boy, a copy-from-the-Drudge Report twin spin!

Angelina Jolie's true colors came out Wednesday as she promoted a film about freedom of the press and then tried to censor all her interviews.

 

Jolie is touting press freedom these days, playing the widow of murdered Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl in a new movie called "A Mighty Heart."

 

But Jolie turns out to be a mighty hypocrite when it comes to her own freedom of the press. Her lawyer required all journalists to sign a contract before talking to her, and Jolie instructed publicists at first to ban FOX News from the red carpet of her premiere.

 

Ironically, Wednesday night's premiere of the excellent Michael Winterbottom-directed film was meant to support an organization called Reporters Without Borders. Jolie, however, did everything she could to clamp down on the press and control it.

Pity, and I have applauded Angelina’s humanitarian work with the United jew-hating Nations in the past. I don’t quite get the point of making a movie about the Wall Street Journal reporter who got his head chopped off – it’s not like we are unaware of the end. Then again, that movie dealing with the boat which hit an iceberg made a few dollars.

• Please.

Sixth-grader Matt Porter didn't enjoy getting "Most Likely Not To Have Children" and "Sir Clowns-a-Lot" awards from two teachers at his school.

 

Matt said he received the awards in front of classmates during a ceremony at the Decatur Intermediate Learning Center at the end of the recently finished school year. His mother and his stepfather have asked the Decatur Township school system to reprimand the teachers, and they want an apology.

 

"Words cut deeper than any knife could. They hurt," said his stepfather, Joseph Sims.

 

"When you hurt a child like that, you not only hurt him mentally, but it does hurt physically because you withdraw within yourself. That is what Matthew has done."

 

The certificates were signed by the teachers who distributed them. Matt recalled what the ceremony was like.

 

"I was standing in the middle of (the two teachers), and they (were) reading them off," he said. "Everyone was laughing."

Matt felt humiliated.

I’m willing to be my government-school education that this kid was a fucking brat throughout the year and this was the teacher’s way of getting back at the little bastard. “Sir Clowns-a-Lot”? Come on. Then again, I did spit out my Crystal Light Iced Tea when I read “Most Likely Not To Have Children.” And what the hell is with this “Words cut deeper than any knife could,” shit spewing out of his stepfather’s mouth? No wonder this kid is fucked up.

• Neglect wasn't the issue? YOU LEFT YOUR KID IN THE FUCKING CAR!

As Cherina Joseph slid behind the wheel of her sweltering Nissan Altima on Sunday afternoon, her 5-year-old daughter, Chey'anna, opened the back door and asked a question that will haunt the 27-year-old mother.

 

"What's Nia doing?"

 

Nia, short for Chey'nia Laytrice Joseph, Cherina's 22-month-old daughter, sat slumped in her car seat, sweating and foaming at the mouth. The mother screamed. She grabbed her child, the youngest of four, and rushed inside the house. She noticed the little girl had wet herself. But she was still gasping. There's still time, she thought.

 

Chey'nia died at St. Lucie Medical Center at 2:34 p.m., about an hour after paramedics arrived...

 

..."I love that baby," Cherina said Monday, choking back tears in the pink bedroom that the toddler shared with her older sister. "She was the type that if I went to the bedroom, she would come with me. We were like paper and glue. So neglect? That was not the issue."

You know, maybe the solution to leaving kids in the car is putting them in carriers like we do with cats. (Whenever JJ has a vet appointment, there's no way him and his mouth are going to be abandoned in the back seat.) After all, if you see some cumbersome container you might actually be reminded that you’re leaving your kid – that little human who lives with you – in the car. Plus the tyke will probably be screaming due to the confinement. Better to be alive and screaming than silent and dead. Then again, I might rethink my last sentence the next time I’m by the dairy area and hear some brat scream from the produce section.