Daily Archives: April 17, 2010

My son with a celebrity

I stole this photo from his face book.  He is a Ron Paul fan. 

Charles M. Blow: Blow job by affirmative action journalist at NYTs

I kins writes reel reel gud! Charles M. Blow

Charles M. Blow, noted affirmative action journalist and all around idiot strikes again.  Black Blow condemns Texas Tea Party for not being diverse enough in a hit piece an editorial in The New York Times.  Here is a clue, moron.  Blacks are welcome in the GOP, and by conservatives, and by the Tea Party.  Any race so long as they are fed up with big government and too much taxes and too much spending. 

It’s not our fault most blacks still have the plantation mentality when it comes to the Democrat Party.  “Stick around and ole Massah will feeds us and clothes us and takes care o’ us!”  When IF the blacks in America start thinking for themselves, and stop calling leaders “Uncle Tom” when they are conservative or Republican, maybe then the Tea Party rallies will be more diverse.  You can’t have it both ways, Uncle Blow.  You folks condemn people who attend the rallies, then bitch when none do.

UPDATE:  The Boss noticed Charles Blow’s article, entitled “A Mighty Pale Tea” and jammed that title right back at him with her article entitled “A Mighty Pale Newspaper.”  Turns out the NYT (predictably) Board of Directors is lily white.  Oh, and so is most of their editorial board. And don’t forget how lily white are the folks at MSNBC.  But dayamn, it’s just the Tea Party that gets dissed for a lack of diversity, doncha know?

John Doe didn’t catch any fish…

I rarely do, but I tried.  Carp.  With corn.  I don’t eat them, but man of man, if  you get one on a light rot with 4-6 lb. test, you have a great fight on your hands!

John Doe, pondering the meaning of life. Wishing he had a beer...

Radicals caught on tape infiltrating the Richmond, Va Tea Party

Must see 2 minute video from The Richmond Times-Dispatch.  No wonder liberals hate them so much!   What would The Founding Fathers do?

Banned from drinking nationwide due to “loutish behavior”

Judging by the number of louts that they have in England and Wales, this gal must really take loutishness to a whole new level.  Hell, come on over to Virginia.  We don’t ban people just due to loutish behavior, we elect them as high levels in the Democratic Party!

Sexual Encounters Breakdown

Humorous look at what single guys go through.  Sorry, fellas, we happily married guys don’t have those problems (although we have other problems to deal with…)  NSFW.

The word of the day is “cryptids”

Don’t look it up.  Admit it–you didn’t know what the word meant, either.  The photo below the fold is a clue, but do not jump to the wrong conclusion.  Then go here to see what it means, and to see some famous examples (I’d already heard of most of them). 

I gotta that admit I think cryptids are cool.   I would like to take a year off and go find one.   Hmmm. Perhaps we need our own “shoe leather reporting fund” here at Smash Mouth?  Continue reading

Obama mandates hospital rights for gays

From The WaPo: “President Obama mandated Thursday that nearly all hospitals extend visitation rights to the partners of gay men and lesbians and respect patients’ choices about who may make critical health-care decisions for them, perhaps the most significant step so far in his efforts to expand the rights of gay Americans.”

“The president directed the Department of Health and Human Services to prohibit discrimination in hospital visitation in a memo that was e-mailed to reporters Thursday night while he was at a fundraiser in Miami.”

Now, I do not want to get into the merits of what Obama mandated. What concerns me is the power that he is wielding. Who died and made him Emperor? The President of the United States has the power to enact laws that affect nearly every hospital in America?

Do not fall into the mistake of thinking, “hey, this is a great mandate! I’m glad he did it! It’s about time!” Whether it is a good mandate or a bad one is in the eyes of the beholder, and depends upon whose ox is being gored. Next time he might mandate that all white people have to be placed on a waiting list if there are shortages of rooms at hospitals, so that minorities have first crack at treatment. Okay–dumb hypothetical–but giving any one person that much power is wrong, in my opinion.

This is a republican Republic, where we have a representative form of democracy. Or it is supposed to be. The legislators enact the laws. If this mandate is so wonderful, and if it is about time, then the legislators should have done it long ago. Just bypassing the legislative process and enacting sweeping change without any official vote on this or anything major violates our form of government. The President is our Commander in Chief, not our Chief Hospital Administrator.

This is just my (John Doe) opinion. What’s yours’?

Thong Thief Thwarted!

Try thaying that thwee thymes!  Michigan State University student is facing criminal charges for stealing 79 pairs of panties. 

The man told police it was a prank and denied having a sex addiction.” 

Dude, stealing a pair or two, I could see that as a prank.  But 79 different pairs.  That took a lot of work, sicko.  Get help.

Could this morph into some sicko Rule 5 Saturday post?!! Oh, what evil lurks inside the mind of John Doe!? You regulars know the answer to those two questions…

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Poker is EVIL and should be outlawed!

I woke up at 4:00 a.m. E.S.T. and could not sleep.  My sleep pattern was disrupted from events that transpired not this night but the night before.  After reading all about the upcoming draft, by 7:21 a.m. I decided to write about my Thursday night poker transgressions. 

Eight of us showed up for our weekly cash poker at D.T.’s house.  I took $1,400, which I couldn’t afford to lose.  I bought in for $300.  We played two rounds of no limit Texas Hold ’em, followed by a round of Omaha 8 pot limit, and kept that up all night. I had crappy cards early, and got felted early.  I bought in for another $300, lost most of that, padded up for another $200, lost all that, and lost track of how much cash I had left. 

I looked in my bank envelope around 10:00 p.m. and was surprised that there was only $300 left, so I quickly bought in for all that.  Things got worse.  By 11:00 p.m. I had lost it all.  No groceries this week, kids, I sadly thought to myself.  At least the wine and pizza were “free” at D.T.’s house.  

I lost all my chips, and had no money left.  The A.T.M. is just down the street, but my bank account was tapped out.  “D.T., am I going home?”  Our host sometimes but not always will put the regulars “on the finger.”  No vig, but you have to pay it back the next week, or risk losing the privilege.  He looked at his records, saw how much I was in for (he won’t lend to those who come short-stacked to begin with), and said he could lend me as high as $500.   I asked for it all at once. 

A few hands later, playing hold ’em, I had A4 suited, and flopped the nut flush draw with 579, two of my same suit.  So naturally I raised $100.  (We play $5-$5 blinds, but usually somebody raises so there was already probably $100 or more preflop.)  J.B. to my left raised me $300!   I was thinking, “oh, crap, I have a great draw, but I don’t want to risk all my money on a draw (roughly 36% to hit).  Then somebody past him (Jesus?) raised all in!  “Oh, crap,” I thought to myself.  Now I had to push all in myself.  That extra money made the draw worth it.  My entire night was resting on a draw.  I pushed all in, and so did J.B.  There was roughly $1,800 bucks in there that I could win.

J.B. it turns out had flopped a set of 7s, and the other guy had flopped the nuts– a straight to the 9.  I had to hit my suit and it could not pair the board (or J.B. would have quads or a full boat).  The turn was a blank.  I was down to less than 18%.  The river gave me the nut flush!  I stood up, raised my arms in exultation, and yelled “Yesssssssssss!” 

The other two guys just groaned.  “Oh, sorry,” I said, “but I needed that one.”  I was back in business!  Continue reading