Posts Tagged ‘shame’

The Dumbest Story Of 2014

January 9th, 2014

It didn’t take very long but here it is.


Close the books, folks. 2014 already has its dumbest story. There will be plenty of contenders but we already have the winner and it took less than a week.


Florida State quarterback Jameis Winston responded Tuesday to criticism he received for the way he spoke during his postgame interview with ESPN after his Seminoles defeated Auburn 34-31.

The interview became a topic on Twitter after Dee Dee McCarron, the mother of Alabama quarterback AJ McCarron, posted a tweet in which she asked, “Am I listening to English?”

She deleted the tweet, then later tweeted an apology.


Add another layer to the stupid about this, and go straight to Wikipedia.


On November 14, 2013, the Florida State Attorney’s Office announced they were opening an investigation into a sexual assault complaint involving Winston that was originally filed on December 7, 2012. The complaint was originally investigated by the police and classified as open/inactive in February 2013 with no charges being filed. Tallahassee police stated that the complaint was made inactive “when the victim in the case broke off contact. . ., and her attorney indicated she did not want to move forward at that time”.

On December 5, 2013, state attorney Willie Meggs announced the completion of the investigation and that no charges would be filed against anyone in this case. Allegations of improper police conduct have been made by both parties, with the victim claiming to have been pressured into dropping her claim and Winston’s attorney alleging inappropriate leaks to the media.


I’m sure you will not find a dumber story this year than “mother of losing QB apologizes to probable-rapist winning QB for making fun of his mushmouthed country talk”. Although, there is still the Chris Christie deal in New Jersey with the bridges. So maybe I’m wrong.


This is going to be a dumb year, kids. Hold on tight.

Let’s Go Get Stoned

December 24th, 2013

I am unnaturally grouchy.


These are not good times to be a grouch. Not with holiday gatherings and family dinners and pleasantries. This is not the sort of thing that will do when people are trying to have a good time around you.


I’ve gotten so grouchy that I’ve begun to think marijuana isn’t a bad idea after all. Just kidding, everyone. I don’t want to smoke pot. That would be ridiculous.



But edibles? I’d be down for some edibles right about now. I could use some of Joey Diaz’s banana bread at the moment.


This man will be my spirit animal now.

This man will be my spirit animal now.


When I was a kid, the school Just Say No and D.A.R.E. always used to warn the kids that drugs would not make their problems go away. Which is true.


What they never told you was that many of the problems you will have your in your life will make you feel so powerless that you will eventually look for something to take away how much you worry about them. Hence, drugs and alcohol. Or gambling or pornography or whatever people do to escape.


2014 is going to be a personal disaster. I’m counting on it.

You Can’t Be Helped: Loving A Mariner

April 16th, 2011

Michelle asks this question on Yahoo Answers about the end of her relationship:


Why mariners can’t have a normal relationship?
I’ve been with this guy for almost one year. He said , before he will go on ship, he will set me free.Now, he will go on ship and he told me to forget him.Why did he continue this relationship ,even if he knew we will break up?Do they have net or phone service on ship?He promised me an amazing future with him and now he tells me to forget him (because he doesn’t want me to spend my life waiting for him).How’s that?I sent to him 3 mails but he didn’t answer. He wants me to hate him.He’s acting like a child,like he’s afraid talking to me on messenger.What should I do?Please help ! :(


Dear sweet Michelle,


Here’s some very sad news. Please sit down for what I am about to tell you. The life of a mariner (or sailor) is very different from the life of a civilian. Oh, boy, the nautical lifers have a code and subculture that people who sleep on solid ground can’t or don’t want to understand.


Today’s merchant ships are equipped with many of the technological upgrades that we have come to depend on in normal life. E-mail, cellphones, Skype, etc. There is no reason why you would not be able to communicate with your loved one from that standpoint. Shoot, you might even be able to get a telegraph to him if you really had to.


Have you ever heard of the term “in the barrel,” Michelle? I’ll be glad to post this note on “in the barrel” from the good people at Urban Dictionary. This particular definition has 469 likes and 27 dislikes, so it’s safe to assume this is an accepted colloquialism.


A phrase taken from a popular joke. To say someone is “in the barrel” or “taking a turn in the barrel” means it’s their turn to do an unpleasant task or to suffer an unpleasant experience. The joke is as follows:
A sailor on a Navy ship had been out to sea for weeks, and was beginning to go through sex withdrawals. Fed up with the lack of sex, he asked one of his shipmates what he did when the pressure was too much to take. “Well, there’s a barrel with a hole in it near the mop storage. When it gets to be too much for us, we use that.”

So the sailor went over to the barrel and decided to give it a go. Finding it was better than he’d expected, he began using it regularly, and his problems seemed to vanish.

After a couple of weeks, his commanding officer began to take notice, and said, “You seem to be a lot more relaxed. What’s your secret?”

The sailor, embarrassed to give a straight answer, simply said he’d been getting better rest.

“Well good, sailor. You’re going to need it,” replied the officer. “Today’s your turn in the barrel.”


Now, sweet naive Michelle, picture your boyfriend alone at sea. Alone with his pent-up sexual needs. Picture him getting his rocks off in front of a barrel with a hole in it. Then imagine him inside the barrel. Then perhaps you can understand why he can never come back to you. Because of all the ritual sodomy that occurs between men at sea.


How can this man expect you to jump into his loving arms upon docking in the harbor when the memory of widespread shipmate fraternization is on his conscience? How can he embrace you in earnest when he has made love to all those sailors with his mouth? This is why he broke up with you.


But why, Michelle? Why would he even date you in the first place if he knew it would end this way? Why go through the trouble of creating love only to end it so abruptly? Well, dear sweet Michelle, it is because he craves companionship much like any other person, whether on land or on the high seas. The mariner’s life is his, probably for a very long time, and there’s no reason to subject such a beautiful spirit such as yourself to the dark, seedy underbelly of sea life.  Especially not for the rest of your life.


You should be dating Tiger Woods. At least he’ll cheat on you with women.

Miley Cyrus vs. Rebecca Black

March 30th, 2011



According to the Daily Telegraph out of Australia, where Cyrus is planning on touring later this summer.


No circus tricks, a few costume changes and a setlist influenced by shout-outs from the crowd – for a ticket price less than $100 – will be the key ingredients of her Gypsy Heart shows.

I don’t lip-sync. I would rather someone say I sang like crap than have people see me lip-sync,” she said ahead of her June 26 Acer Arena show.

Catapulted to fame off the back of Disney’s Hannah Montana, Cyrus slammed the overnight success of YouTube phenomenons such as Rebecca Black.

It should be harder to be an artist. You shouldn’t just be able to put a song on YouTube and go out on tour,” the daughter of country star Billy Ray Cyrus said.


You’ll notice that Cyrus doesn’t actually mention Black in the quote. This is still being posed by outlets as a Cyrus dis on, as the black guy in the song says, “R.B. – Rebecca Black.” Also, it’s far too easy, far too low-hanging a fruit to mention that Cyrus is the daughter of the worst singer of the 1990s, Billy Ray Cyrus and yet that was enough of a Hollywood connection to get her a TV show.


No, let’s talk about Miley Cyrus’s voice which sounds like gravel being digested by an orc while raping a dwarf. And it’s perfectly fine to say that since she says in the above quote that she’d rather be criticized as being a bad singer than being accused of faking it like Britney Spears in concert, in bed, in life. It’s acceptable to say her voice sounds like a minion of Wormtongue with a duckbilled-fist in it’s gaping ass. Miley Cyrus’ career is an atrocity and I hate it’s existence.


In a perfect world, Miley Cyrus would be doing meth in the trailer next door from me. Rebecca Black won’t be around nearly as long, and it’s no fun ripping a thirteen-year-old to shreds. Especially when every thirteen-year-old who ever existed wanted to be a rock star, even young Jesus.


You know how no one knows much about Jesus’ life between the ages of twelve and thirty? That’s when he was in his rock-star phase. I’ll blog about that some time later. Maybe right before Easter.

Garbage Dick

March 29th, 2011

Promiscuous women have all the good epithets, right? Sluts, whores, hos, skanks, village bicycles, and many more I can’t be bothered to think up right now because I’m not mad right now.


Meanwhile, promiscuous men have what? Man-whore? Mimbos?


That’s not enough to suit me. We do plenty of slut-shaming in our culture but the men get a pass. Which is a shame because menfolk are capable of some wretched shit, yaknowwutimsayingyo? I mean, statutory rape levels of bad ju-ju and beyond. We gotta be able to lump these guys into some sort of lower-tier status, if we can’t lump them into being sex offenders or just lump them in the head with a pipe.


That’s when I came across this entry from Urban Dictionary.


Garbage dick is a name you call someone who will fuck anything with 2 legs and a pulse. He has no standards and it will be apparent after you see the nasty bitches that he’s hooked up with.


I like the term “garbage dick” mostly because of the connotations with “garbage”. Too many trash-can, no-condom, thirty-one years old fucking a 16-year-old-girl pieces of shit out there in the world. These are the true pigs in our gender and we must smash them with all speed. You probably know a few, you might even be one in which case I hope your dick explodes like a toilet roll with an m80 stuck in it.


Garbage dick motherfuckers.