A folksy anti-Obama campaign ad produced on behalf of John Raese, the Republican Senate candidate in West Virginia, may stop running soon after reports surfaced that the regular people featured in it were actually out-of-state actors. (The ad was pulled from YouTube late Thursday morning.)What's the difference? They're all of one mind anyway.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Not So Folksy
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Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Enthusiasm Gap
David Axelrod said that this week, regarding the difference between Republicans and Democrats in the upcoming elections.
If people are going to sit out, blame President Obama, and not show up at the polls then the country deserves what it gets.
You cannot expect a man who has a completely defiant Congress to unravel in 2 years a disaster which was created the previous 8. You cannot expect a man at the same time tocreate new government programs, like a health care bill, in the midst of it all, and ask him to get it done immediately, again with a defiant Congress. You cannot expect a man who has massive budget shortfalls to be able to openly campaign for higher taxes, be successful at doing it, while there's a machine working against that mantra; a machine which is run by extremely wealthy Americans.
You cannot expect any of this in 2 years.
It is much easier to destroy than it is to build. Think about that when you're giving a man 2 years to fix so much that has been broken during the hardest time to quite possibly ever be President.
Anyone who is checking out on election day is a useless fucking clown, period.
If people are going to sit out, blame President Obama, and not show up at the polls then the country deserves what it gets.
You cannot expect a man who has a completely defiant Congress to unravel in 2 years a disaster which was created the previous 8. You cannot expect a man at the same time tocreate new government programs, like a health care bill, in the midst of it all, and ask him to get it done immediately, again with a defiant Congress. You cannot expect a man who has massive budget shortfalls to be able to openly campaign for higher taxes, be successful at doing it, while there's a machine working against that mantra; a machine which is run by extremely wealthy Americans.
You cannot expect any of this in 2 years.
It is much easier to destroy than it is to build. Think about that when you're giving a man 2 years to fix so much that has been broken during the hardest time to quite possibly ever be President.
Anyone who is checking out on election day is a useless fucking clown, period.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Buckeye Fan :-)
Mark Rea has written a book titled The Die-Hard Fan's Guide to Buckeye Football, and inside the book is a story I told him about my experience on November 22, 2002, the day Ohio State beat Michigan and later went on to win the National Championship.
I had to pick my poison that year: attend "The Game" or goto Tempe. Still glad I made the choice I did.
Rather than give it away now I'll just link Buckeye fans to the book for now, so Mark can get some love for all his hard work.
Lets just say it was another typical story which could only happen to me :-)
I had to pick my poison that year: attend "The Game" or goto Tempe. Still glad I made the choice I did.
Rather than give it away now I'll just link Buckeye fans to the book for now, so Mark can get some love for all his hard work.
Lets just say it was another typical story which could only happen to me :-)
Monday, October 04, 2010
Montreal
Went to Montreal for Ross "The Boss" Lipdawg's bachelor party this weekend, and I must say that of all the BP's I've been to it was one of the best.
Other than the fact his boy bought like 3 bottles of $700 Crystal for girls we didn't know, and then we all received the bill and were expected to split it. That was really awesome. Can't wait to party with that guy again...
...in hell.
Then there's my boy Darren (left)...
...who not only lost his $900 Corduroy blazer/jacket with his iPhone, but also his passport, which he forgot to bring with him to the airport, and then had to miss his flight, go back to NYC, retrieve it, and take the later flight. He arrived later than me and my friend David, who drove.
As for the drive, there are very few Northeastern drives like this one when the leaves are changing colors in the fall. Absolutely stunning. Wish I had brought a real camera; not the one attached to this piece of shit Crapberry.
We drank more than people should have. At one point I took photos of the "Gang police" harassing some dude, and then the dude they were harassing was me. They made me erase all the photos on my phone having anything to do with Montreal, and they weren't kidding. I then asked, "Would it be cool if we take a photo afterward?" Apparently that was not funny.
It is a fact that you can drink Vodka/Water w/lime, and jog the next day. However, I added tequila and Jameson's to the mix, so I was unable to jog. It's a FACT!
Vodka and Water with a lime is called the RAZOR. Named after the man who introduced me to it: Razor Rob... No bartender has a name for it, at least none I've met.
So my buddy Darren drank way too much. After my run in with the law I decided to scale it back big time and stop drinking. Darren went the other way. By the time the night ended we hopped a cab heading back toward the hotel, only to be told by Darren we needed to stop so he could throw up. We get out of the cab, and then he asks us, "Why did we stop?" He neither had to throw up, nor did he know where he was. We found another cab and went home. I jump out of the cab and make my way into the Opus, when this guy says to me, "Yo, your boy is on the ground."
I turn around and Darren has face planted into the sidewalk. Luckily he didn't lose teeth.
We make it to our room, not before our friend Brad decides to tell off every girl in the lobby, and I finally try to fall asleep. Dave and I have to undress Darren and put him into a bed. Half an hour later Dave yells at me to, "Look out!" Darren is coming towards me, dick in hand, and he's about to piss on me. In the nick of time Dave kicks him, sending him toward the desk area, where he proceeds to piss all over my jeans, sweatshirt, jacket, socks, and t-shirt. It lasted at least a minute. Not to mention the carpet and desk itself. He did this 3 more times throughout the night, but at one point made it to the bathroom...but not the toilet. Instead he pissed all over the bathroom floor, sink, toilet (not in it), magazines, newspapers.
It was awesome.
Anyway, we all recover to make it out one more night and had a blast (other than the bill). I will say the food at Globe is flat out awful. That place has some of the worst fare you're ever going to have for the money. Although, it's $180 for a bottle of Morgan, which apparently is a "good deal." Huh?
This afternoon Dave and I drove back, but not before we checked every bar to see if Darren's jacket and phone were there. He had already left. We had previously found his "favorite sweater ever" in our room, which he left. We felt the only thing we could do with the sweater, after placing my urine soaked clothing into plastic bags, is return the favor...so we gave his favorite sweater a proper burial.
It now resides in Lewis, NY, behind a rest area.
For you, Big D.
Other than the fact his boy bought like 3 bottles of $700 Crystal for girls we didn't know, and then we all received the bill and were expected to split it. That was really awesome. Can't wait to party with that guy again...
...in hell.
Then there's my boy Darren (left)...
...who not only lost his $900 Corduroy blazer/jacket with his iPhone, but also his passport, which he forgot to bring with him to the airport, and then had to miss his flight, go back to NYC, retrieve it, and take the later flight. He arrived later than me and my friend David, who drove.
As for the drive, there are very few Northeastern drives like this one when the leaves are changing colors in the fall. Absolutely stunning. Wish I had brought a real camera; not the one attached to this piece of shit Crapberry.
We drank more than people should have. At one point I took photos of the "Gang police" harassing some dude, and then the dude they were harassing was me. They made me erase all the photos on my phone having anything to do with Montreal, and they weren't kidding. I then asked, "Would it be cool if we take a photo afterward?" Apparently that was not funny.
It is a fact that you can drink Vodka/Water w/lime, and jog the next day. However, I added tequila and Jameson's to the mix, so I was unable to jog. It's a FACT!
Vodka and Water with a lime is called the RAZOR. Named after the man who introduced me to it: Razor Rob... No bartender has a name for it, at least none I've met.
So my buddy Darren drank way too much. After my run in with the law I decided to scale it back big time and stop drinking. Darren went the other way. By the time the night ended we hopped a cab heading back toward the hotel, only to be told by Darren we needed to stop so he could throw up. We get out of the cab, and then he asks us, "Why did we stop?" He neither had to throw up, nor did he know where he was. We found another cab and went home. I jump out of the cab and make my way into the Opus, when this guy says to me, "Yo, your boy is on the ground."
I turn around and Darren has face planted into the sidewalk. Luckily he didn't lose teeth.
We make it to our room, not before our friend Brad decides to tell off every girl in the lobby, and I finally try to fall asleep. Dave and I have to undress Darren and put him into a bed. Half an hour later Dave yells at me to, "Look out!" Darren is coming towards me, dick in hand, and he's about to piss on me. In the nick of time Dave kicks him, sending him toward the desk area, where he proceeds to piss all over my jeans, sweatshirt, jacket, socks, and t-shirt. It lasted at least a minute. Not to mention the carpet and desk itself. He did this 3 more times throughout the night, but at one point made it to the bathroom...but not the toilet. Instead he pissed all over the bathroom floor, sink, toilet (not in it), magazines, newspapers.
It was awesome.
Anyway, we all recover to make it out one more night and had a blast (other than the bill). I will say the food at Globe is flat out awful. That place has some of the worst fare you're ever going to have for the money. Although, it's $180 for a bottle of Morgan, which apparently is a "good deal." Huh?
This afternoon Dave and I drove back, but not before we checked every bar to see if Darren's jacket and phone were there. He had already left. We had previously found his "favorite sweater ever" in our room, which he left. We felt the only thing we could do with the sweater, after placing my urine soaked clothing into plastic bags, is return the favor...so we gave his favorite sweater a proper burial.
It now resides in Lewis, NY, behind a rest area.
For you, Big D.
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