October 20, 2007, 4:46 am : Sort-of Saving Second Base

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As the Colorado Rockies prepare for their first World Series, it is interesting that something else has popped up in the news. It seems that Haley and Jessica, two girls from a Salina Kansas high school, decided to raise some money for breast cancer charities by selling a t-shirt. Unfortnately their plan ran into a couple of snags.
First, their high school refused to allow them to sell the shirts at football games because officials determined the design, two baseballs over the words Save 2nd Base, was inappropriate for high school. Sorry, Ward Cleavers of the world, on this one we disagree. However, the design they used had already been trademarked by the Rooney Foundation, which had every right to ask the girls to stop selling the shirts.
Great idea, we applaud your spunk and determination Haley and Jessica-you both should have bright careers ahead of you.
We’ll be watching for your next–original–idea!

Quack!

September 11, 2007, 11:28 am : Thoughts on this September Day - the 11th

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A food court, fifty feet away from the noise and light of the Venetian hotel casino, seems like an odd place to be working today. September 11. I stepped out of the shower this morning, and put on old blue — my old, beaten, comfortable NYPD t-shirt. It’s been a tradition on this day since the world shook. As I walked toward the elevator, a thought crossed my mind and I turned around and changed — into a t-shirt from another resort. I don’t know why, but it just felt like the thing to do.

Old blue’s waiting. I’ll spend several hours working later this afternoon wrapped in the comfortable cotton.

God bless this thing called freedom

Duck

April 16, 2007, 12:50 am : Hugs for Pakistani Minister - and a Single-Finger Salute to her critics

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Here is a single-finger salute to the two Pakistani clerics from the Lal Masjid mosque who issued an edict against the country’s minister of tourism. The fatwa alleges that SHE (we at 3c2f will ALWAYS support women in high office) hugged her parachute instructor after a fundraising jump in France. A jump for the purpose of raising money for the victims of a 2005 Pakistani earthquake.

It is with greatest respect and admiration that we extend a symbolic hug to her and millions like her around the world.

Some questions we pose to Maulana Abdul Aziz, the mosque’s chief cleric, are:

• What specifically has YOUR mosque done in the way of fundraising for the relief effort?
• Do you and your subordinates often speak with your grey matter totally disengaged, or is actual thinking a forbidden act…?
• What are you going to do when you find out your 70 virgins are all unspoiled man-eating Bengal tigers?

March 15, 2007, 11:34 pm : Hard Drinkers, Have We Got a Town for You!

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According to the Atlanta Journal Constitution, over 100 people showed up for a City Council Meeting in Lilburn GA to talk about a new ordinance that would ban karaoke, trivia games, card playing and dancing. Wow!

Whut do ya do?

Hell, Jimmy Rex, bars are for drinkin’ you know that! Ever time somebody starts singin’ that karaoke stuff people stop drinkin’ to sing along. I got cases and cases in the back room that’ll never git drunk that way.

Trivia? Hell no. Nobody in Lilburn can drink and think at the same time… can’t have that. Nope, no card playin’ either. Card players quit drinkin’ when their goldurn vision starts ta get blurry.

I’m not even gonna talk about dancin’. Hell people start rubbin’ tagether and next thing ya know they’re headin’ for the motel, steada stayin’ here drinkin’

Wow!
I’m ready to move to Lilburn. How about you?

Rock on…

March 8, 2007, 7:18 pm : Cranial Crap Award - March 8

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This week’s “My Cranial Cavity is Full of Bricks and Sh*t” award goes to Sean McManus of CBS news. It seems that the CBS News with Katie Couric had slipped too far away from vanilla since coming on the air. He stated something about being ‘consistent enough so that every night you know what to expect from the CBS evening news’…

Here’s to Sean “Give Em Vanilla, I don’t care what they say, I know their favorite flavor is plain old vanilla” McManus….

What’s next… creating the news to ensure that there are no “surprises”?

Quack!

February 28, 2007, 1:53 pm : Cranial Cavity Award - February 28

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The current “My Cranial Cavity is Full of Bricks and Sh*t” award (the inaugural winner by the way) is the City Council for the City of Largo Fla.

It seems that the City Manager, who has done a “commendable” job for the past 14 years has been canned. The reason?

According (in an AP report earlier today) to Commissioner Mary Gray Black, who moved forward with the resolution to fire the City Manager, his decision to undergo a sex-change operation suddenly invalidated all the years of good works and benefits to the city… destroyed integrity, trust, and respect…

I guess she’s saying that the best way to destroy integrity, trust and respect is to be honest with yourself…

The way the world is going… it looks like we’ll be giving out the “Cranial Crap” award on a regular basis.

Quack!

February 17, 2007, 10:23 am : Pikes Peak Writers Conference

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Freedom of expression for writers world-wide is one of the tools of freedom for humanity. To that end, I’m including the announcement below…

thanks,

April 20-22, 2007 Colorado Springs Marriott.

The Pikes Peak Writers Conference started in 1993 and each April, brings the New York publishing industry to Colorado Springs, Colorado for a weekend packed with workshops, pitch meetings, read & critique sessions and much more. Writer’s Digest Magazine voted Pikes Peak Writers Conference one of the top ten writing conferences in the US. Guest speakers have included Nora Roberts, Stephen Coonts, Diane Mott Davidson, Robert Crais, Jennifer Crusie, Rupert Holmes, David Morrell, Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Jim Butcher.

The conference also sponsors the Paul Gillette Writing Contest which runs annually and whose winners are recognized at the conference. Past winners who went on to publication include: Carol Berg, Margaret Coel, Colleen Collins, Kimberly Willis Holt, Robin Owens, Leslie O’Kane and Ralph Wetterhahn.

For more information, or to register Pikes Peak Writers Conference

February 16, 2007, 9:54 am : Four Letter Word

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Somehow this one sort of goes along with the Tim Hardaway thing (see item below)… from Kiss the Breath of Sunset…

Look around in your twisted mind,
Look in that empty brain
Do you feel the urge to hate someone,
Enough that it makes you insane
What is it about them that makes you cringe?
What sets your blood aflame?
Are you a little inadequate inside yourself
And you’re looking for someone to blame?

HATE… is a four letter word for ignorance,
HATE… is another word for fear
HATE… is a tool of those who would be in power,
HATE… is a word used to smear

Did you ever learn about decency
Or respect for your fellow man?
Is it easier to scapegoat someone else
When you’re not doing all that you can?
Is it because they have something you don’t
Or is it due to a fear in your heart
Do you think that hating someone
Will somehow make you smart?

Run for your life from your phobias
Hide your head in the sand
‘Cos you gotta know that hating
Won’t make you a better man

HATE… is a four letter word for ignorance,
HATE… is synonym for fear
HATE… is a generational inheritance,
HATE… is an insult to values held dear

Have you ever heard of diversity
People with different thoughts than your own
Hate’s nothing but a perversity
And yours just won’t leave you alone
Are you afraid to give up your hatred
Afraid that you might have to think
Take a good look at your fears, man
You know what? Your attitude stinks.

February 16, 2007, 9:23 am : Ok, Tim, your opinion matters because?…

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Good-on-yas to NBA Commissioner Stern for throwing Tim Hardaway’s butt out of Las Vegas. OK, admittedly the concept of somebody being a role model because they can stuff a ball in a hole has always perplexed me. But what the hell, it happens. The downside is a bunch of kids looking up to somebody who hate-rants on the radio, or any public forum. Yeah, Tim, you’ve got your opinions, and you’re entitled to them. Just like everybody. But you also can’t blame the league when they choose to back away from somebody spouting hate.

Then again, you could always refuse to take the percentage of your salary that comes from gay people who pay to watch you stuff the ball in a hole.

Quack!

February 4, 2007, 12:09 pm : Multisyllabic Vocabulary

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Friday, February 14, 1964. I walked on to a makeshift stage at a country church south west of Longmont Colorado with a Harmony guitar in hand, and five Beatles songs in my head. Five days earlier, on Sunday night, Ed Sullivan had introduced the Fab Four. Monday morning, I bought the guitar and a small amplifier, the down payment was my life savings at the time, from Dick Bachman at Bachman Music in Longmont. I learned the songs and had my first ‘gig’ on Friday. Since then, I’ve picked, plucked, pranced, and piano pounded in a few hundred bars, taverns and nightclubs throughout the western us.
Holiday Inn Lounges… done ‘em… pool halls with a crappy stage in the corner… yup… ski resorts, golf resorts, country clubs, monster bars with country on the main floor and rock and roll in the basement.
Rock and roll, blues, protest rock, folk songs, hard rock… punk rock, new wave, metal and mosh… Zep and Zombies, Zappa and Zevon… Berry and Blondie, Beach Boys and… well duh… Beatles… Donovan and Dylan, the Knack and Greg Kihn… Sid Vicious and Stephen Stills…

Since the seventies, seems to be one song title gets yelled in every one of those places…

One thing makes me really glad about being an old fart… I can play what I want…

I’m doing sixties now for a lot of reasons, but in the middle of the gig I played last night, one of those reasons really came to mind.

Ya see, I remember Rosa Parks, and George Wallace, and Birmingham, and Medgar Evers, and Martin Luther King… Diner sit-ins, and fire hoses, and night sticks, and the bodies of three young men…

From hundreds of stages, I’ve watched, observed and listened… heard an overly large population of people whose multisyllabic vocabulary is pretty freakin’ limited. 80% of it in half a dozen words…

n——, whiskey, redneck, pickup, she-it, and freebird…

Ok, Free Bird is really two ONE SYLLABLE WORDS, but that’s not the way you hear it when the Jack and Coke forces it from somebody’s mouth… loudly…

I guess maybe I play some southern rock… Southern Cross, and of course Southern Man… sorry, Sweet Home Alabama isn’t on the list… neither is Free Bird…

Why celebrate somebody whose life seems to be depositing samples of his gene pool everywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line without any concept of personal responsibility…

Oh, well… I guess you can shout it out all you want… odds are pretty good you won’t hear it from me…

Quack!