Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Bits and Pieces Today.
I wanted to rant on Obama. I don’t suppose I will do that in respect to the younger folks out there. Not because of the hate it would engender, but because of the respect I willingly extend to youth; they should try, after all. There is somewhat they should do though, before getting too far carried away.
They should Google his voting record in the Senate. They would find that he is a Party Hack. As bad as that is, they would find that when the decision time rolled around on some tough issues, he voted “Present” rather than “Yea” or “Nay” meaning that he cast no vote at all. Then they might contrast all in a simple: voted at all vs. voting vs. times eligible to vote. The percentages were awesome.
His record reminds me of Clinton going after Ben Lauden. We’ll not upset the apple cart, we’ll get him later, right now I don’t want to make a decision – might be bad politics, you know.
Love is based on chemistry; Respect is based on deeds. One is transitory without respect, one endures without rhetoric.
Eh – Vegas. The reports are coming in. Success!
I was very happy to, finally, find a report on the Bacon Vodka. Three things jumped out at me, having become accustomed to the beer reports. 1) It never occurred to me that the stuff remained in the freezer for nine days. I had to think about that for a while. 2) That anyone would “forget” the stuff was waiting in the wings. And 3) The stuff needed to be strained before consumption.
Still, this all brings up the question of the intestinal fortitude of the participating bloggers, as a group and as individuals. I’m sure one or two of them remembered the stuff and failed to jog the hostesses mind. I wonder why not?
No. I have no desire to try it. More yet, I probably wouldn’t have mentioned it either.
Question: How many two hundred plus pound men can one watch run forty yards – including false starts and completed runs?
Answer: If you are a football fan and have the NFL Network, probably more than is healthy.
Comment: I thought it would never end, and was shocked when somewhere along the way, I realized that they were showing re-runs. From the beginning.
I’m not sure that the California thing was a complete bust, a nice try, or just plain stupid.
I’m also not sure I believe the press release stating you only spent thirty-five thousand dollars on jet fuel drying the track between rain periods. Not with the current prices of fuel.
Those jet engine dryers burn fuel by the pounds per hour, not miles per gallon. Not considering all the other vehicles you had running around also.
I think you are over looking a seldom stated fact: Corporations can be youth role models as well as athletes. Why didn’t you just cancel. We can do without thirty-six races. I mean, even if you cannot squeeze it in on make up somewhere along the line, we can live with thirty-five races in a year.
Well, at least we can try.
Oh, and while I’m on the subject, that ten races to the Championship is droll, very droll. What’s up with that? What would you do if no one but the ten cars showed up for the last ten races? Or do you have a “Must Participate” Clause in the NASCAR membership contract?
I have moved Clemens to the same category with the Hollywood Folks. I’m changing the station when their names come up.
Besides, he is no where as good to look at as the crazy women are. Positively not.
I’m hurting. I’m torn at this time of year between the baseball trade, spring training hoopla, basketball getting close to the play-offs (though I don’t follow basketball), football compile, catching up on the various sport injury reports, speculation my golf abilities after the winter, and real life.
This year I managed to ignore the Oscars.
Sometimes I feel positively Un-American.
From the reaches,