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You're right, but the stuff I bitch about is worth bitching about.

Not as good as the reaper will shortly. I feel you. One time I was out with the old man and he was so goddamn fussy about what he wanted to order it was downright embarrassing. Not only that, but he was also trying to make stupid conversation with every server/waiter/etc, which would annoy the hell out of me if I was working that job. After all of that he only tipped $1. I waited until he left the table and added a $5 to the total.

It is common for professional athletes to get labeled by many in our society of being greedy, spoiled and out of touch, but I am generally not one of those people who will make these accusations. After all, if you are one of the chosen few blessed to play a professional sport, your shelf life as a pro athlete is extremely limited (especially if you play in the NFL), so you better get your money while you can. Or should I say get what money you can after taxes and various fees to player unions, agents and publicists? While I don’t fault athletes for earning their hefty paychecks, there are some things that remain a mystery to me. For example, I don’t understand how someone can leave a winning team and head to losing team for not that much more money. Nobody can fault a top rookie or second-year phenom for jumping ship if they are with a team that is offering $500,000 per year when a team in a larger market is willing to pony up $5 million per year for their services. However, if you are an established name and on a team that is contending for a championship, why move away from that franchise and be a little richer but much more miserable? One example of this happening was when Bobby Bonilla left the Shittsburgh Pirates after the 1991 season and headed over to the New York Mets. After going to the playoffs for two consecutive years in Shittsburgh, Bonilla turned down a multi-million dollar contract (if memory serves, it was around $4-4.5 million/year) and went to the Mets for about $6 million per year. As a kid, I didn’t understand why Bonilla left the Pirates, who were still considered contenders at the time by many, to go to a Mets franchise that was struggling below .500. Now that I’m older, I can sympathize with him wanting to go to a larger market where there would be greater opportunitiesto make more money, but I still don’t agree with the move. If the Pirates had gone through a 100-game losing season, then I could understand him wanting to leave and go to team with a better chance of winning. But this wasn’t the case. Bonilla was already a millionaire, and unlike football, baseball contracts are guaranteed. So even if he sustained a career-ending injury during that next year’s spring training, Bonilla would still have earned enough money to live comfortably for several lifetimes. The funny thing about this whole situation is that for 1992, Bonilla’s first year in New York, the Pirates won their division for the third straight year and was one only out away from reaching the World Series. The Mets meanwhile stayed near the bottom of the NL East. Although as a kid I enjoyed watching the Pirates win during that summer of ‘92, I enjoyed even more the articles I read about Bonilla and his miserable stay with the Mets where at one point he had to wear earplugs to drown out the boos from the New York crowds. Was that extra million or so worth hating your job? Only Bonilla can answer that question, but I know I would rather stay with a contending team and be cheered on by the hometown fans than be mercilessly booed in a new city. (Sadly, Bonilla would go on to win a Series ring with the Florida Marlins.) While I am on this subject, another athlete whose actions I don’t understand is Kobe Bryant. It’s true he wasn’t best friends with former teammate Shaquille O’Neal, but they were civil enough to each other to win three NBA championships. However, winning wasn’t enough for Bryant, and as a result the Lakers traded O’Neal to the Miami Heat. Now Bryant is the main man for a mediocre Laker team. Ever since Bryant got his wish, he has piled up great personal stats, including recently putting up 81 points against the Toronto Raptors. But aside from a scoring title or some other individual achievement, this is all the glory Bryant will see for the time being. I was watching last night’s game the Lakers had with the Pistons, who are the quintessential “team” in the NBA, and the Lakers got clobbered 102-93. During the game I saw a sign held by a fan that pretty much shows the difference between someone like Bryant and a team like Pistons. The sign read “Bryant: 37 points; Pistons: 37 wins.” Enjoy these big games, Kobe, because the best your team can hope for is an early-round exit from the playoffs, if you are even lucky enough to get into the postseason.

About a month or so ago at the Golden Arches the better half and I were eating by these old people who were loud and wouldn't shut up. They kept bitching about how expensive everything was, so I began talking out loud to the better half saying that how 50+ years ago this value meal would have only cost a dime because I I would only be making $5 per week. The old people then began bitching about my President and how he's talking away their Social Security or some shit, to which I then began saying something like how great it was to own oil stocks because Halliburton's quarterly dividends were helping to pay for my delicious meal. As we got up to leave one of the old hags said out loud, while looking at me, "So when is that devil finally going to be out of office?" To which I replied, "So when are you finally going to be dead?" That shut them up.

Might as well get this over with now; PM me the following information by midnight Sunday Feb. 5: Seattle vs. Shittsburgh (3.5) Total Yardage gained by Seahawks Total Yardage gained by Steelers RECEIVED PICKS/STATS: nl-asshole Kingofthe909 Hurry your ass up, Bob.

When I was a kid I always ate mustard/Miracle Whip sandwiches. That's about as odd as I got.

Either mustard with cheese (even bacon) or just melted cheese.

Don't be hating Mama's Family -- at least the newer ones.

How's Army life buffy?

• A few weeks ago I bought some uber-special DVD edition of “To Kill A Mockingbird,” and last night I finally got around to watching it. I read the book in high school and don’t remember much of what happened (it was a school assignment after all), but I watched the movie a few years later and absolutely loved it. I haven’t seen the film again since 1995, but when I was at Best Buy in early January of this year I saw this DVD marked down from $29.99 to $9.99 and felt an impulse. I think there was a clerical error regarding its price because I didn’t see this special advertised in Best Buy’s weekly circular, and when I had the movie scanned the retail price of $29.99 remained the same. However, after showing a clerk that this was indeed the advertised price (and the price was for this edition and not some crappy bare-bones DVD; I make sure to check these things out before going to the register), they marked it down for me. As I watched this film again last night, I was still impressed with it after 10 years from my previous viewing. I can’t explain why I like this movie so much: there’s no CGI, no real profanity besides the “n” word being said a few times (which was necessary because I doubt those rednecks saying “African-American” would have been all that believable), there was no T&A outside of Scout wearing a dress that revealed her knees, and, worst of all, it was shot in black and white. I guess when you’re watching a good movie you don’t need all of those additional features, which is why I’m sure a lot of movies nowadays have to have these “enhancements.” After watching this movie, I remembered that hippie list the American Film Institute released a few years ago rating the greatest heroes and villains of the silver screen. Since Atticus Finch was the top person for the hero list (it figures Hollywood would consider a lawyer a hero), I decided to check out that list one more time. Whenever a list like this comes out, it’s pointless to do any real debate. Oh my God, James Bond is below Indiana Jones! Why is Charlton Heston’s Moses ranked so low? – Damn you liberal media! I will say though that’s it’s funny Han Solo cracked the 14 spot and Luke Skywalker didn’t make the Top 50 (I can’t remember if he was in the 51-100 group). However, over in the villains section, there is something that I question: I still don’t get how the shark from “Jaws” is a villain. He was a just a fish swimming around looking for food. If anything the real villains of this film are the executives who gave the green light for those godawful sequels: I don’t think there is such a drop-off in quality for a series from the first film to the most recent sequel than the "Jaws" franchise. To make matters worse, I remember as a kid watching “Jaws: The Revenge” in the theater and wondering how the shark knew to swim down the Eastern Seaboard and find Ellen Brody after she left her New England home and went to the Bahamas. • Cindy Sheehan is threatening to run against Diane Feinstein for her Senate seat if Feinstein doesn’t come out more strongly against the war in Iraq. Man, if this happens it will sure make her look like a moderate to the voters. Wait a second, who would look more like the moderate in California– Sheehan or Feinstein? • So now the first year of college is the "riskiest." Riskiest? Give me a break. The first year of serving in Iraq is “risky.” The first year of fighting cancer is “risky.” The first year of going to a college isn’t. Yeah, that keg party just jumped out of nowhere and that steady stream of alcohol just happened to pour down Johnny’s throat while he were sleeping. Now there is a risk of catching bacterial meningitis or some other condition due to living in close quarters with many people, which is a part of dorm life, but most of the problems college students have that involve "risky behavior" are self-inflicted. Save me the sob story for someone who deserves pity. Not some 18-year-old idiot who got drunk and jumped off a roof. • Well, it turns out former independent prosecutor Ken Starr might now get invited to a few cocktail parties around California's social scene. Starr has contacted Arnold Schwarzenegger regarding the upcoming execution of Michael Morales, who raped and murdered a 17-year-old girl back in 1981. Starr wants Morales to receive clemency. Now you may be asking yourself why would Starr want to grant mercy to this confessed murderer: Was there a last-minute eyewitness to refute the prosecution’s side of the story? Was there some new DNA evidence that puts some doubt as to Morales’ guilt? Of course not. Morales said he's sorry. But that's not all. Another person trying to spare Morales' life is Judge Charles McGrath, who first sentenced Morales to death row. The judge now says he doesn't believe the testimony of jailhouse informant Bruce Samuelson, who said that Morales boasted of his assault and made obscene and derogatory references toward his victim. Says the judge, "New information has emerged to show the evidence upon which I relied in sentencing Mr. Morales to death - Mr. Samuelson's testimony - is false." So Morales saying mean things about his victim was your deciding factor in whether or not he deserved the death penalty? I think that says more about you, judge, than it does about the so-called unreliable testimony.

I've never owned a Nintendo -- who were those people with the puffy coats in the "ice" world? Oh, and when I went to log out of that place I got an error message telling me to contact Microsoft of my problem.

If that's the case, teke, then say goodbye to the fro.

• In our household we have three kids: Dessa, JJ, and Max. You were expecting actual children? We used to have dry kibble available for them to eat at any time, but JJ would always overeat and throw up about half of what he consumed. We’ve had JJ since March of 2001, and every day when we got home from work there would always be piles of vomit on the floor. For years I told the better half we needed to regulate how much they ate, but she never wanted to because Dessa is a “grazer,” meaning she would eat a small amount of food several times throughout the day. Well a few months ago I managed to convince the better half to regulate their feedings. Actually, I think JJ did most of the convincing by throwing up on our bed, which had on it a comforter fresh out of the washing machine. After a two-week period of limiting what all three of them could eat, there were zero vomit spots on the carpet, and ever since then we’ve been regulating their feeding times. What we do is give them food three times a day: when we wake up at 5:30 a.m., when we get home from work at around 4 p.m. and when we go to bed, which is usually around 9 p.m. Although there is the occasional vomit pile, these incidents have been greatly reduced. However, this creates another problem. When we are asleep, sometimes JJ wants to be fed and begins scratching a nearby closet, which can get annoying at 3-4 a.m. I keep a squirt bottle on my nightstand and usually a few shots in the direction of the noise solves the problem. But this isn’t always the case, such as what happened last night. When the better half moves my squirt bottle, or if I’m just not in the mood, I’ll get up and trudge over to their feeding area. This brings JJ to the scene, and I’ll scoop him up, take him to the basement stairs, put him down, and lock the door. Sure he cries and scratches that door trying to get out, but the noise isn’t as loud and I can go back to sleep. The funny thing about last night’s episode is that their current stash of dry food is running low, and I bought an 18-pound back of Meow Mix earlier this week. That bag is lying in the middle of the basement floor. If JJ had any sense he would have went down the steps, opened the bag with his claws and eaten as much as he desired. But sadly he’s not the brightest bulb in the socket. • When it comes to politics, there are a lot of things that annoy me. One is when the losing side of an election or referendum tells the other side what they should do in regards to policy. This happens quite a bit in regards to newspaper editorial boards. A newspaper publication that has ragged on a particular candidate during an election season suddenly decides it’s important to give this same person “advice” on what they should do in office. Let’s see, the candidate doesn’t agree with anything your editorial board champions and didn’t have your endorsement during the campaign season – now he or she is supposed to take anything you say or recommend seriously? Ha. But it’s not just newspapers where this sort of thing happens. This afternoon, I was channel surfing and came across a cable news show that had a Democrat and a Republican strategist on talking about whether or not Senate Democrats should try and filibuster the upcoming Alito vote. After the Democrat said his bit, the Republican began suggesting what he thinks Democrats should do, which largely consisted of not going through with the filibuster attempt. What are you thinking, douche? Don’t tell these people that they are being extreme and look like a bunch of unhinged kooks. Keep your mouth shut and let Ted Kennedy and pals continue to make asses of themselves. This isn’t the 1980s where a “Robert Bork’s America” speech will go unchallenged by an alternative media. Sit back, let the libs try to block Alito’s vote, have RIGHT-WING RADIO and company mock them and reap the rewards at the ’06 ballot box. Believe me, you guys will need all the help you can get for this next election.

My neighbor situation is fine. There's an old couple next to us who are nice. The people on the other side moved out right after we got there (the better half thinks they split up) and these new people are ... interesting. There's people going in and out of that house all the time; we have no idea who actually is the head of that household. But whatever. It's none of our business. Another house across from us got booted out and there's going to be a sheriff's sale. I think there's another vacant house across from us, followed by a few more elderly couples. The actual families are a little bit down the street, and I know they're there because their kids always stop by to do their school fundraisers. On a side note, the family whose house had the sheriff's sale were assholes, at least in my opinion. Unlike most of my moves, I actually had a couple of weeks to move miscellenous things into the new house, so I spent that time making a few trips from the duplex (which was about 10-15 minutes away) to the new place with a car full of boxes. While unloading I always had RIGHT-WING RADIO on (but not up that loud) and one time I said "hi" to these people who were outside, and they ignored me. That's fine. I've learned that you're not going to get along with everyone in this world. But they took a better liking to the better half, and whenever she got our mail (the mailbox was next to their house, as was several other mail boxes for other people along this street) they would talk to her. Well, about month or so later people began putting up political signs (it was September of 2004 around this time) and we were surrounded by Kerry signs. I then got a Bush sign and made my statement. After that, these neighbors never said a word to the better half, which pissed her off to the point where after the election she bought a "W -- still the President" and put it on our lawn and wouldn't remove it until they took down their Kerry sign. Oh, and another "house buying" tip is try to buy something a little larger than you originally planned on getting without going overboard in price. I'm not saying to get a mansion, but you'll be amazed at how much stuff you'll end up collecting.

Nothing will happen regarding the police. As pro-cop as I am, I must concede that many times they don't do jack shit.

It was early 2004, and the better half and I were living in sin at our third residence. This place was a duplex that had more things going wrong with it than going right. Among some problems included an insect infestation, no central air and drains that refused to do their job; we weren't enjoying our stay at this place. The final straw came when the spring rains arrived and we heard a dripping noise above us as we went to bed one night. We soon discovered that the roof had several leaks. Realizing our landlord wouldn't get around to dealing with this problem until the roof resembled Texas Stadium, both of us agreed it was time to look for a house of our own to buy. We had talked about getting a house for a while, but we had always put it off until "later." That dripping noise, among the other hassles we endured while being tenants in this duplex, told us that "later" was "now." Before we began our search we decided on what we wanted out of our new home. We weren't that picky in what we deemed "necessary." We wanted a house with several bedrooms -- not because we were going to pop out a litter of kids, but rather we heard/read from several sources that houses with at least three bedrooms have a higher resale value than those that don’t. Central air was also a necessity for us, having stayed in several places that didn't have this feature, we realized its value when we lived in a townhouse that had it running during the summer months. The third requirement was that we didn't want to move into a different county. We live in Westmoreland County, which is in southwest Pennsylvania and next to Allegheny County, home to Shittsburgh and a horrendous property assessment system. Once we established these parameters, we found out how much money we would be pre-approved for when applying for a mortgage. When we got this figure, we began looking at local houses for sale on several Internet sites. After about a week of looking at a variety of homes, we called our realtor and arranged a tour of about a half-dozen houses that matched our criteria. In a few days, we set out on our house-hunting excursion. If you're house shopping for the first time, it's important not to set yourself up for a deadline. Just keep looking until you find something that interests you. As we went from house-to-house, nothing was really doing much for us. One house had a backyard that required you to go up several flights of stairs access; the better half also thought the place was haunted. Another house hadn't been kept up for a while and had that white-trash odor of pee mixed with spoiled food. Visiting this house actually angered me because it was a fairly large structure and in a nice neighborhood. The rest of the homes we toured were nice, but they just didn't have everything we were looking for. If one looked good on the outside, it was too small for our liking. If another had several bedrooms, it was located in a bad area, such as a busy intersection with no driveway. However, instead of getting frustrated, I was enjoying myself. With every passing "For Sale" sign, I began getting a better picture of what I wanted in my eventual home. The better half and I didn't find anything that really interested us in our first two tours with the realtor, and we were batting 0-for-4 on our third trip. Then we went to this one house we originally weren't planning on looking at because its ad said it was 50+ years old and didn't have central air. But since it was on the way from one house we were looking at to another we were heading toward, we figured what the heck. After all, if it really tickled our fancy, we could always get the central air installed. However, the other thing that worried us was the house’s age: it was at least 30 years older than every other one we had seen. As we pulled up to this house, the first thing that caught my eye was a central air unit planted to the right of the house. I thought to myself this could be interesting. Even though this house was the oldest we had looked at, it was by far one of the sturdiest and nicely kept out of the dozen-plus we had previously viewed. As we went from room-to-room in this four-bedroom colonial, we said to each other that this was the one for us. After looking at the rest of the houses on our list for the day, we ultimately decided to pursue this one. A few months later, after a credit check, some minor home improvements and a LOT of paperwork, the house was ours. It's definitely more expensive to own a home than it is to rent, but so far the investment is worth every penny. Even though there are more expenses, including property taxes and insurance, the fact that you are spending your money on a mortgage instead of a landlord gives you a greater feeling of independence, even though this "freedom" means that you will be living in the same place for 15-30 years. Thinking of the approximately $700 in rent we paid every month for five years, I cringe when I calculate how much money was flushed down the toilet instead of being put into equity. Home ownership is another sign you are maturing, at least in society's eyes if not your own. You are no longer living in a room or basement while your parents pay for everything from food to utilities. And instead of renting, where you pass off problems to a landlord or maintenance crew, with your own home you're responsible for all repairs. Heater on the fritz? That's your problem. Leaky roof? Too bad. Basement flooded? Get a bucket and start scooping. But even with these added responsibilities, I wouldn't trade my little piece of Americana for anything. Owning a home really makes you feel like you've "made" it, and that feeling will continue until you sell it or your local government takes your property for some public works project or hands the deed over to some private developer for the "greater good." And for those wondering, here is the result of my house search.

Right hand or left hand?

• This week Parade Magazine presented us with the World's 10 Worst Dictators. Although a list of the World's 10 Nicest Dictators would have been a more interesting read, I took a look at who made the list this year. The results weren't that surprising: Omar al-Bashir of Sudan and Kim Jong-il of North Korea topped the list, followed by a bunch of people whose countries I've never heard of before and whose country's names will probably change in a week or two after the next "people's uprising" or civil war. One popular face on this list, Fidel Castro, from everybody's favorite commie island for forbidden cigars, dropped a few spots this year, probably in part to Cuba's improving economy from the hit it took due to the Soviet Union going under. Oh, and big ups to Islam Karimov of Uzbekistan, who leapfrogged from fifteen to the number five spot. I look for him to do even bigger and better things next year. Thank goodness I was recently able to get him in my Fantasy Dictator League, and all I had to give up was some general in the Congo who got killed several revolutions ago (I had him on injured reserve) -- sometimes it pays to be in a league with people who get their news from state-run media agencies. • Did you know that giving out pork soup is one of the worst things you can do to a homeless Muslim male? Well, it is. Looks like there will be another riot going on in France if the Frenchies don't get their act together and start giving out some inoffensive nourishment. Here's my favorite part of the article: And here I thought it would be discriminatory to outright refuse to give Ahmed the soup. I'm sure Allah won't be that upset if one of his followers consumes pork soup to stay alive. Well, Allah will probably get a little peeved, but after offing a few infidels, I'm sure the big guy will let it slide, especially if Ahmed gets healthy enough to blow himself up in a nightclub or public square. • Being the ignorant American that I am, I don't know much about England's politics. However, I must admit to regularly watching video of their Parliament in action on C-Span. For 30 minutes every week, I can see Tony Blair stand up in the middle of a crowded auditorium, holding that huge binder of his, and listen to critics say how much he sucks as a leader. It actually makes for entertaining television, and many times Blair usually slaps back his critics by saying "Yeah, well you suck even more," which usually brings about a bunch of hootin' and hollerin' from the gallery. Anyway, the reason I brought this up is because the Liberal Democrat Party looks to be in some trouble. Some bigwig named Simon Hughes recently admitted that he has had homosexual and heterosexual relationships, after initially denying that he was gay. My question here is why did Hughes lie in the first place? I'm sure "liberal" across the Pond might have some differences with the "liberal" over in the States, but wouldn't this sort of acknowledgement make him more popular with his base? • Remember that red diaper doper baby judge in Vermont who gave a repeated child rapist 60 days in jail? Well, now he's getting tough. He's upped the sentence to at least three years. Easy there big guy. Don't go off the edge just yet. What if this rapist says he's sorry? Then I'll bet you'll feel bad for locking him up until 2009. Sure I can get pissed off with this shithead judge, but here's something from the first article I linked to that enrages me even more: At least eight years? This is the prosecutor talking here, not the guy's defense lawyer. How about at least eight bullets to the head? If you think about it, the judge just met the prosecutors halfway on this case. • And finally, on a somber note, we must say goodbye to adult performer Anna Malle, who recently died in a car accident. For some reason, if she were to die in a vehicle-related incident, I had always pictured her passing away in the middle of a train.

Oh man, that class is going to be awesome, especially if your prof tends to lean toward the liberal side. Keep us posted.

Seeing how you were in kkk Bowl II, you should be used to the spotlight. "So, will you be getting any popcorn or Sour Patch Kids? Seeing how the movie is about gay cowboys, I hope you will be getting enough napkins from the concession area to clean up your ... spills."

"Are you going with your boyfriend?"

Oh, and I'll be giving out point spreads,among other things, next week. But for now, let's start the media overload that takes place during this time: "Nl-5, why are you so disliked?" "Bob, how many times have you seen 'Bareback Mountain'?" "King of the 909, how's it feel to represent your race so proudly at kkk Bowl III?"

You're actually trying to use reason and logic? There's no place here for that. It's a little dated, but from what I have read/heard, I have always thought Canada had more restrictive gun laws. Here's another link.

• So I was flipping through the classifieds (gotta see what's out there in the free market) and I noticed about a dozen ads announcing their job vacancies (mostly crappy administrative positions) next to a picture of a football followed by the phrase "Go Steelers." Why in the blue hell would I want to work for a place just because they have a "Go Steelers" line in their classified ad? Sure the hours are long and the pay is terrible, but we're "Stiller" fans, come work for us. This is almost as bad as the ad I saw one time which had a picture of Mr. Peanut and the caption “We’re going nuts trying to find the right candidates.” • Those wacky "God Hates Fags" people. Now I can understand them picketing the funeral of someone like Matthew Shepard -- after all he was gay and was causing quite a stir by laying in that casket all gay-like. But I'm still trying to figure out what the problem is with miners from West Virginia. After reading this flyer I can only conclude that fag = Baptists or people from West Virginia. Maybe these “God Hates Fags” people heard that these miners went deep into black holes for a living. • Bad news for Medium-Large Media: The N.Y. Times reported profits were down 41 percent in quarterly net earnings from this time last year. The reason for the dip in profits, we are told, was due to having to pay-off a bunch of people time Times laid off in the quest to make more money for their fat-cat executives. Since I have no reason to question the "Paper of Record," I'll take them at their word. But please, try to stay Medium-Large for the time being. I haven't used the term "Big Media" for some time now because, well, Big Media (N.Y. Times/Washington Post/Network News/etc.) aren't that Big nowadays. I hope I don't have to downsize them any more in the near future. And while Medium-Large Media is shrinking, what exactly is the proper term for Big Oil now? I mean, they made record profits thanks to Cheney, Halliburton and friends, so should they now be called Mega Oil? Ultra Oil? Super-Sized Oil? • I can't stand reality shows, and I loathe "Survivor." However, I do admit to watching Season 1's finale because I heard Rudy, the old guy, was a grumpy old man, and I have a soft spot in my heart for that type of senior citizen, seeing how I'll probably end up like that if cancer or road rage don't claim me first. Anyway, the winner of that first "Survivor" was a bearded fellow named Richard Hatch, who is best known for walking around the set naked and being a overall bastard in order to win the show's $1 million prize. Apparently, Hatch didn't realize that winning a million dollars doesn't mean you actually win a million dollars. You have to give Uncle Sam his cut, which Hatch didn't. Now he's got to pay the piper. With the possibility of facing jail time, I might be tempted to watch a reality show of Hatch living in the big house -- well, except for the shower scenes because 1) I've already watched enough episodes of "Oz" to know what happens when you drop the soap in a place like that, and 2) If I want to watch sex on TV, I'll just tune into MTV's "The Real World." • I do have to give the Palestinians credit for one thing. Besides blowing themselves up real good, they also go out and vote in their elections. A 77 percent turnout for a bunch of unemployed, oppressed refugees; that’s got to be every Democrat politician’s wet dream. I haven’t been keeping track of what candidates were supposed to win, but it appears that Hamas representatives did better than expected. It must have been because their “No Jew Left Behind” plan was a hit with the voters.

I don't even think Robinson's number should have been retired league-wide. I don't care that it is, but it just seems lame to have the Devil Rays and Mariners hoist that jersey in their home field. Just having it in Dodger Stadium would be more meaningful, imo, because the Dodgers took the "chance" in brining Jackie into the league. Wow, I didn't even make a pseudo-racist remark; I hope I'm not losing my edge.