TC the Terrible

By now you’ve all seen the clip of the Miss USA contestant embarrassing herself and her state. But just in case you haven’t here it is.

Do I feel sorry for her? Nah. She deserves to be ridiculed for that answer. Anybody that can’t say “American students can’t find the United States on a map because our schools are failing us.” deserves whatever comes their way. I’m no fan of government intervention in education, but this kind of thing reminds me why so many people think it is a good idea. Maybe she’ll get lucky and marry well because she’s so damned cute.

It might be her only hope.

I’ve been holding off on talking about Michael Vick.  Mainly because it just seemed to obvious to me what was going on and why should I say what everyone else already was?  Besides, I knew that once things came to a head in court Wilbon would do a better job than I ever could.

I agree with most of the pundits and talking heads that Vick got off to a good start yesterday by talking for himself.  The lack of notes, scripts and handlers was a good way to show that we meant what he was saying.  Not simply saying it for the PR benefit down the road.

What I don’t see being addressed is the fact that the things he killed were only dogs.  Not women.  Not kids.  Not somebody that you or I would know.

Dogs.

Animals that don’t have an immortal soul.

I’m not a big lover of dogs.  I don’t own a dog now, but did has a kid.  I took good care of it, loved it, played with it and was crushed when it died, but in the end it was only a dog.  Not a person.  So pardon me if I’m not as outraged as I’m supposed to be that a professional athlete raised fighting dogs and then killed them.  It bothers me more that the league has allowed wife beaters and drunk drivers to continue their professional football careers.

I want to know where all the moral outrage is for that?  Why are we not seeing protests by Mothers Against Drunk Driving in front of the offices of the Cincinnati Bengals?  When a player is accused of domestic abuse where are all the political activists then?  At home in front of their HD flat screen, or up in the stands chugging a beer?  Kill an animal and the world stops revolving.  To me, that’s a crime too.

I don’t condone what Vick did and do think that the way he raised and killed the dogs is sick. Personally I hope he never gets to play another down in the NFL.  He did something he knew was wrong and then he lied to cover it up.  Both of those things should get him banned for at least a year AFTER he gets out of prison.  And no NFL owner should ever be desperate enough to see the benefit of hiring a convicted felon to be his quarterback.

I just don’t get why the nation thinks that is more important than so many other things in this country that deserve our attention.

Damn. Does it have to rain every time I throw a party? It’s turned into a tradition that no matter how nice the weather is all day, and it was great last Saturday, the bottom will fall out. There was less than thirty percent chance of rain Saturday and all of it came as the crowd started to arrive at house. Not that we let a little water kill the night’s buzz. We moved all 35 of us indoors and kept right on going.

It was a good crew of people and we gorged ourselves. I smoked up about 45 pounds of Memphis style (the only kind) pork shoulder and THE WOMAN made her secret recipe baked beans and cole slaw. The cole slaw was a monster hit as the three pounds of it were gone before the first round of beers were.

I put a couple of the guys to work shredding the shoulders when they got here. There were no complaints because they were eating as much as they were shredding. Not to brag on my cooking, but we only had enough for two small sandwiches when all was said and done. A couple of the gang made off with Ziplock bags full so it must have tasted right to somebody.

The one thing that I did end up with leftovers on was the beer.

It must be a sign that we are all starting to age when there’s more than a stray bottle or two left over.  I had five cases to get us started, and of course everyone brought a little bit of something with them.  It’s all good, I mean what wrong with a ‘fridge full of beer in the waning Dog days of Summer?

Late in the night, one of the ladies’ shirt kept falling down.  While another one seriously had no idea what a “booty call” is.  It was funny to hear her husband explain it, then explain how he knew about it.  THE BOY and his buddies turned the crawl space into “headquarters” and staged a massive battle over the water heater.  One female asked aloud “why aren’t you talking to me?” only to be ignored by the others.  The guys debated the merits of plasma vs LCD for flat screen television while draining my scotch cabinet.

If you didn’t make it, you missed a party.   If you weren’t invited, well it’s because we all think you suck.