Holy Underwear

So, I guess you've heard about the study that announced Al-Qaeda is stronger now than it was a few years ago. My question is, if this is the most important struggle of our lifetime why has our retarded president allowed this to happen? Do you suppose it has anything at all to do with his misadventure in Iraq? Of course it does.

If you want to hear how desperate the administration is check out the dance Frances Townsend does on NPR. I love the reasoning here. It doesn't matter how badly Iraq was botched because whatever the U.S. was attempting to do internationally Al-Qaeda would be there trying to sabotage it. What I am hearing here is that it's been good for America that we have a president willing to create a quagmire in Iraq because it gives us a place to directly combat Al-Qaeda. If we had gone in there and done a good job then Al-Qaeda would have been forced to come to our shores. They can't do that now because they have Americans to kill in Iraq. President Bush's bungling of this war has saved American lives.

More on 'roids

You know things are getting out of hand when Jesse Jackson gets involved. If you didn't think this was a big media event, Jackson's participation should convince you otherwise.

As far as Kevin's response yesterday, I personally think that no matter what Bonds does the home run record belongs to Hank Aaron until Alex Rodriguez or Pujols break it. The record for home runs in a season is 61, any season in the 'roid era where a player broke 61 is disregarded. Simple as that. Set the record books back to 1997 and prepare to accept a drop in attendance for a few years. The fans will come back, baseball has survived in spite of the best efforts of the owners to destroy the game for the last 100 years.

We all may be complicit in this travesty but that doesn't mean baseball can't, for once, do the right thing and reset the home run record book. The career home run record is the most important record in sports and for that reason alone action should be taken concerning Bonds and Mcguire and Sosa.

I give you this set of statistics to show you why Bonds is a cheater. Here is the ranking of home runs in a season hit by a player the year he hit 36 years old. The top two? An admitted 'roid user and Bonds. Why is there even a debate about this?

Home Runs
Rank Player          HR     Year
1. Barry Bonds       73     2001
2. Rafael Palmeiro   47     2001
3. Babe Ruth         46     1931
4. Andres Galarraga  41     1997
5. Reggie Jackson    39     1982
6. Hank Aaron        38     1970
7. Mike Schmidt      37     1986
8. Vinny Castilla    35     2004
   Gary Gaetti       35     1995
10. Gary Sheffield   34     2005

These statistics courtesy of Baseball Reference (A dandy site if you like baseball stats even a little bit).

Barry Bonds

I see where Barry Bonds has been having a rough week and he claims he is ashamed by his quality of play and that he has disgraced his uniform. I think he's feeling guilty about dishonoring, due to his drug use, a hallowed record by passing one of the bravest and most honorable men that has ever played the game. Barry Bonds is not in a slump. He's ashamed of himself. It's about goddamn time.

Movie I done watched

Last night, with a little reluctance, I watched Smokin' Aces. I was reluctant to watch it because when it was first released theatrically, it looked like a big stupid modern action movie to me. It was a big stupid action movie but what at first was a confusing music video type of movie with quick cuts and washed out colors turned into a fun movie where a bunch of whacked out assassins are racing each other to collect a million dollar purse for knocking off a mob informant. With the cast of characters they had, along with the pretty good casting, they had a fun movie going for about an hour.

For some reason this movie fell into the same trap many science fiction novels do, it had to tell a bigger story. Our hero can't just save his own ass, he's got to save the world. There's a subplot concerning a dying mob boss and his true identity that just gets in the way of what could have a been a bloody hit-man style retelling of It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World. This movie reminds me of the time I saw Kirk Gibson hit a ball out of Tiger Stadium back in the 80's. It was a majestic towering fly ball that was foul by a good ten yards. People in the stands were stunned. We were witnessing what could be an exciting baseball moment. On the next pitch Gibson struck out on a ball that was almost over his head.

Space tours

Pretty fun tour of space through Hubble photos.

Top fifty web site

Time Magazine has come out with their list again. It's usually pretty informative. You can view it here.

I was just screwing around on that site and I found a site that allows you to text yourself in the future. I am very down with that.

Sleazebag president

I was just reading this blog over at The Nation's website and it really is pretty slimy of our beloved president to commute the sentence of an associate that helped cover his ass when before he was willing to put death row in Texas in overdrive when he was governor there. Jesus, he must wake up screaming every night. 30 months is prison is 'excessive' but killing retarded people is just fine.

To close to true to be funny

George Bush video blog.

A Question

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Howdy

Sometime Friday night I came across a showing of Lethal Weapon. I hadn't seen the movie in several years and after a few minutes I realized what a piece of shit it is. I admit I had been out to the Comet Grill that evening and I had had more than a few beers before I even got to the Comet Grill. I'm still pretty convinced that what I was watching on the screen was nothing but a warm turd sammich.

I don't know how I missed how glorified the violence is in that movie. I also am not sure if I would have been so aware of the fetish-like enjoyment of violence that you see in it if Gibson hadn't made that bloody Jesus movie and Southpark hadn't made its responding episode.

I think my favorite moment in that movie is the faux family ending. After these two just spent the last two hours punching and shooting their way through L.A. only pausing long enough to get tortured they then meet for a family Christmas dinner. I guess that is what passes for the proper remembrance of Jesus. You kill a lot of folks but your OK if you pause long enough to honor the invisible man in the sky.

Boys and their toys

I was trying to catch this all night. I wanted to get a picture of a mortar shot right as it went off. Got one good one. You can see it here.