TC the Terrible

While some people out there in the blog world are worried about me living in suburbia, I’m worried about the rest of the world.

•  Has anybody else noticed that Russia is getting ready to act the fool again?  Putin may not be a Stalin, but he’s going to control Europe one way or the other before all is said and done.
• K-Fed is the good parent?  That’s another reason our boys are so fucked up these days/
• Seventy five percent of Americans didn’t read a book last year.  But parents bitch about kids being dumber these days.  Think that there’s a cause and effect relationship there?
• Michael Vick, dog killer, wants to know when he can play football again.  The NAACP wants him to be able to play even while he’ in jail, because everyone fucks up and needs another chance to do it again.  Right.  Where were these guys when the Duke lacrosse players were being fed to the wolves?  Oh yeah, no where to be found because those players were rich white kids that clearly were guilty until proven innocent.  Well, guess what?  They really were innocent and your boy Vick really was guilty.  Deal with it.
• Can kids create a better society when there are no adults around?  I doubt it.   Didn’t the producers at CBS ever see that episode of Star Trek?  It didn’t turn out well for the kids if memory serves me.

And you guys wonder why I’m worried.

Didn’t Bret Michaels used to be a rock star? Hell, I remember going to a Poison concert a couple of years back at the Nissan Pavilion so I know he at least used to be a rock star.

But last night I was cruising thru Best Buy and saw the latest Poison album on the damned discount rack. And to top it off, POISON’D! is nothing but effin’ covers. Granted they do a damned fine job with Sweet’s Little Willy and the Stone’s Dead Flowers but still. Nothing but covers? What does it say about your career when you are fronting a cover band when your in your 40s?

Wait. It gets worse. Seems Bret can’t get laid on his own anymore either. He’s on VH1 these days trying to find his next road whore. That’s sad. Maybe if he laid off the eye liner and lip stick he might do better in the clubs.

The famous blue and gray version of the blog is back.  Why?  Because I had a couple of days off work and was bored.   Notice that ads are still plastered all over the place proving that I’m a total whore and need the money.