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| "I'll bust a cap in Ben Johnson's ass" |
Today's random thoughts:
1. Major League Baseball agrees to the sale of the Astros with the condition that the franchise moves to the American League. A case of blatant thuggery on the part of a commissioner well known for being a no talent ass clown hack. Add that to your legacy, Bud Selig. You'll die one day and with any luck, your grave will be watered frequently.
2. The low life who fired shots at the White House was (surprise) a part of the Occupy movement or whatever they call themselves, though you'll have to dig through news stories for that fact to be officially revealed. I would like to ask those who hold strongly to the belief that there is no bias in news reporting to contrast what would have occurred had the shooter been identified as part of the Tea Party gang? If you need help answering that question, I'll only say that they would be building guillotines at the offices at the New York Times for each and every member of the Republican congressional delegation by now.
3. The Republican primary field, debates, campaigns, et al is just an awful assemblage of horribleness. Romney is their best hope and he has all the appeal of a sickly fence post. Obama can step all over his dick each and every day and still hit the sack at night giggling over the freak show the R's are running out, safe in the knowledge he'll be reelected by default.
4. If you're 18 and serving in the armed forces, you should be able to drink and smoke anything you want. If you're 18 and whining about corporate greed and the plight de jour of the day, you should be sent to a work camp and made to perform actual physical labor and read the Halliburton annual report.
5. The Marriott Hill Country Resort in far north San Antonio, is big, fairly impressive, and a glorified high priced clip joint. Stay someplace else.
6. Will not be flying this Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Year's (note that I did not say "Holiday Season"--it's "Merry Christmas, goddammit"). I'm thankful for that and will say a prayer for everyone who will endure the airport misery this time of year.
7. Played golf last week and hit the flag stick TWICE on par three holes. Both times, the ball bounced off the stick and into the crap off the green. I loathe the sport.
8. Heading to Lajitas in a few weeks. No intention at this point of running guns to the Zetas when I'm down there.
9. My life would be happier if Joy Behar and others like her went to heaven or someplace other than earth.
10. College football season is mostly done. You wait all year for it to get here and it seems like the schedule's over before you know it. Sigh.
11. The Christmas season officially kicks off after Thanksgiving and that begins with Mrs. Bulba ordering me into the attic to fetch all of the seasonal accouterments, otherwise known by Mr. Bulba as "The Christmas Shit" (CS). Shortly afterwards, the tree will arrive which hastens the annual argument over the stringing of lights, ornaments, and other parts of the aforementioned CS. I already need several drinks just thinking about it. The tree stands in the room that I seldom go in for fear of sitting on the furniture or displacing some random decorative item that Mrs. Bulba has stationed where I would think a tumbler of scotch would go. Lots of people have these rooms--when I was a kid, some of the brats from better homes had them; with nice furniture and couches and chairs covered in that tightly wrapped plastic material designed to keep mechanic's grease and dog shit stains at bay. Alas, no plastic on our furniture in this room in our house now but it's only a matter of time before I track something in there.
