TC the Terrible NOW Saber Squelch

Here’s one way to get guys to wash up after they take a leak.

Notice that each sink has it’s own “style”. I wonder how many frustrated drunks end up dry humping the sink at the end of a bad night?

A few days ago I asked my loyal readers to weigh in on what to do with the Barry Bonds baseball. You guys responded and pushed the vote over the top. An overwhelming majority of you (at least as many as voted for Bill Clinton back in the day) thought that branding the baseball with a big red astertik. Which is being more polite than the ‘roid boy deserves. If cramming the ball up Bond’s ass had been a choice I can only imagine how the vote would have gone.

All in all the Hall of Fame is glad to have the ball.

“This ball wouldn’t be coming to Cooperstown if Marc hadn’t bought it from the fan who caught it and then let the fans have their say,” Hall of Fame President Dale Petroskey told The Associated Press. “We’re delighted to have the ball. It’s a historic piece of baseball history.”

But just to cover their collective ass, the HOF lawyers got the right words into print. In case Bonds ever choose to sue.

Petroskey said accepting the ball did not mean the Hall in Cooperstown, N.Y., endorses the viewpoint that Barry Bonds used drugs.

Ten million people voted to put the brand on the ball. According to my un-named source over four million of those came from this site alone. Not shabby, but I wonder why the rest of you didn’t take the time to vote.

This comes from a guy that I worked with in Memphis back in the day. I’m guessing that nothing has changed much.

Seriously.  I’m not joking.  It really is.

Not just because my job sucks either.  Although I did finally track down my speakers and the jerk that has them swears I’ll get them back after lunch.  Not. Holding. My. Breath.

No it’s hard being me because apparently me and my kind have screwed up the world.   Not only did we screw it up, but colleges are teaching classes on how we screwed it up.  I’m working on a Masters degree in American History and this quarter one of my classes is on American culture.

Three weeks our reading assignment was a book of oral histories from Asian Americans.  It seems that all white people (that’s me) treat Asians like crap and make them feel unwanted.  That was news to me.  Two weeks ago it was a book on why white people are so mean to illegal aliens.  After all, they pay billions of dollars in indirect taxes each year and are willing to cut your grass for cash.  This week it’s all about the Civil Rights movement being nearly killed off by a bunch of whiskey crazed rednecks.

I knew the Indians hated us, and the first week’s reading re-enforced that concept.  I know from the beat downs that I got in Junior High School that there is tension between white people and black people.  Plus, I lived in Memphis for twenty years so I get that.

For all the hatred that I’ve got towards all these races, I’m amazed at how well I’ve been hiding it.  Hell, even I didn’t know how big a bigot I’ve become.  Imagine the shock I’ve been in.