Last week we had state and local elections in California. My county only had stupid fucking initiatives up for a vote. It got me thinking - I cannot remember if I have ever voted in a state election where there wasn't a ballot measure to give more money to schools for this or that.
California spends forty percent of its budget on schools. I know they are important. I loved school. So please pardon me when I say YOU HAVE ENOUGH FUCKING MONEY. FUCK OFF WITH THE 'MORE MONEY FOR SCHOOLS' BULLSHIT ALREADY.
YOU.
HAVE.
ENOUGH.
If you find that you don't, you're doing it wrong.
Your turn.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Fuck
The sports media can fuck off for running headlines that say "Brett Favre Still Retired" when I'm looking for fucking playoff scores. Dumbasses. Football is not the only fucking sport in the world.
Friday, May 15, 2009
That Was Just Fucking Cruel
The Hockey Gods can fuck off for making me watch both Anaheim and Boston be eliminated from the play0ffs on the same fucking night.
But this is hockey, where we have more class than other sports, so I'll offer congratulations to Detroit and Carolina for advancing to the third round whileopening openly rooting for them to lose.
Your turn.
But this is hockey, where we have more class than other sports, so I'll offer congratulations to Detroit and Carolina for advancing to the third round while
Your turn.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Hate Thy Name Is Detroit
I got nothing, except that I really fucking HATE the Detroit Red Wings right now.
And I'll second Shannon's early FF yesterday to Manny Ramirez, with an extra eff towards every guy that's contributed to the "Steroids Era" I've had to witness in my lifetime. Shame on you.
And I'll second Shannon's early FF yesterday to Manny Ramirez, with an extra eff towards every guy that's contributed to the "Steroids Era" I've had to witness in my lifetime. Shame on you.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Pissed in PST
They're called time zones, people. Just because you've come back from lunch doesn't mean I should be available to assist you at seven o'clock in the fucking morning.
Your turn.
Your turn.
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