Andre Moore isn’t exactly a brain-surgeon, he’s pretty much a fucking moron, he was tossed in jail after he posted a youtube video that allegedly incited violence against the police in Filthydelphia.  One of the charges, aggravated assault.  What the fuck?  Let’s take a step back here.

Andre is/was a security officer at a medical center in Philly, and evidently had a beef with the Philly police.  As an outlet of his obvious red-hot frustration, he posted a hate filled video that promoted violence against the cops.   A quote from the video (click here for full article):

When you shoot the cops, you shoot them dead

I’m not sure that qualifies as aggrataved assault.  Here is wikipedia’s definition of aggravated assault:

• attempts to cause serious bodily injury to another person; or
• causes such injury purposely, knowingly, or recklessly in circumstances where the person has exhibited indifference to human life; or
• attempts or causes bodily injury to another person with a deadly weapon.

In another stroke of moronic genius, Andre the fucktard had his 12 year old son film the video.  So slap on a corruption of minors charge.

My problem with this is obviously a free speech issue.  Is Andre a despicable person?  You bet.  Are his rants and rages protected speech?  Hell yes.  If we allow our government to decide the line between protected and unprotected speech, then we are on a very steep and very slippery slope with a bunch of bible-beating book burners waiting for us at the bottom.

I wonder, should they have arrested Ice Cube, Easy-E, and Dr. Dre for “fuck tha police”?

Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I’m from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I’m finished, it’s gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA

That shit is protected too, and fucking NWA rules.

Later bitches…

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It’s Friday… photo caption time bitches.  Click on the little blue button on the lower left side of the picture to bring up the Photocrank menu (or you can leave your caption in the comments if you are still into the old school).  Have fun, but not too much fun… Peace out, and Billy Baldwin is a fucktard.

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My new hero… he’s even better than the gangsta preacher.

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Preposterous Ponderings set up a word cloud via a tool called wordle, it’s a pretty cool little tool. For my cloud, I basically went to my home page and did a “select all”, pasted it in the wordle tool, and whiz-bang-asshole, the word cloud below was vomited from the inner workings of the interwebz onto your screen. Enjoy bitches…

Click below for the full image…

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In this installment of Stories from the road, our hero finds himself in Chicago.

Is the multi-day hangover a myth? Fuck no. I’ve got one. I remember the days when I could drink until 3, and then still make an 8 o’clock class the next morning (my notes would be unreadable and would smell like stale beer, but I still made the class). I just got back from Chicago where we drank like rock stars, told and re-told old stories, and realized our age all in one fell swoop. And then we re-told some old stories. The impetus for the trip was a reunion of a rugby team I used to play for, we had won a regional championship game for our division in Chicago 10 years ago and there were 3 international rugby matches scheduled for this past Saturday, so we scheduled the trip, took our pain medication, and went. I think there was a total of 18 guys on the trip.

Friday night was fairly typical reunion fare, a couple of us went to lovely Gary Indiana to play some poker while the bulk of guys went to the Cubs-Sox game. We all met up at bar/restaurant afterwards in the suburbs of Chicago. We sat around and bullshitted the night away while pounding down brew-dogs. And eventually closed the place down. I haven’t closed a bar in years.

Saturday is a rugby day. I only got about 3 hours of sleep (stupid internal clock), and after some greasy breakfast to lube up the gullet, we headed over to Toyota Park for the rugby matches. The first thing I noticed was that the parking lot was full of people drinking in groups of 10 or 15 and singing rugby songs. We entered the gate, and cracked open our first beer of the day. The time was 10:50 AM. We got into our seats on the 50 meter line and got ready for the first match (Ireland vs. Argentina, when the sun came out. I have mixed blood (mostly Irish and Scottish). This. No. Good. For. Sun. My face now glows a deep bright red and you can barbecue off of my forehead. Anyway, I moved into the shade soon after the first game, but too late. The good news was the beer kept flowing, so soon I didn’t feel my face too much.

The other matches of the day were fairly uneventful (England vs. Scotland, and US vs. Canada), my only comment is, we fucking suck. All told we were at the field for 7 hours boozing it up. We headed back to the wonderful Holiday Inn (nuthin but the best for our lot), and had a few more cold ones while we sat around and argued like little bitches about what we were going to do that night. In a moment of drunken clarity we came to the conclusion that some people are planners, some people are do-ers, and some people tell the do-ers what to do. And the do-ers get paid the least and do the most work (i.e., they’re fucked). But I digress. We eventually found a planner who planned an elaborate plan. The plan was, walk across the street to a sports bar. We’re fucking idiots. So a person that tells the do-ers what to do said “hey fuck-nuts, we’re leaving” and we left. Problem solved.

After some food and beer and shots and mustard and a little side of burning rage, we decided (again we needed a planner for this) to head over to a more “exotic” bar. In other words, we found a strip club. We ended up at the strip club and even the burning rage issue went away for some reason. All I could say was “god-damn we drink a lot” when I saw our bar-tab at the end of the night. We got a cab at 3:30 AM and headed back to the hotel. The last beer I finished, 3:20 AM. That’s 16+ straight hours of boozing it up if you’re keeping score at home (assuming I’m doing my math correctly course, remember the multi-day hangover thing?). I realized how old I am when I only got another 3 hours of sleep again (fucking bullshit stupid internal clock!!!).

I’m done… where’s the tylenol?

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That would be me… the fucking slacker (or slackee).  I’ve been AWOL from the interwebz for a while attending to bidness and family.  It’s funny how life can get in the way of digital life.

Anyway, I’m off to Chicago this weekend to watch some rugby, play some poker, and drink some fucking beers (not necessarily in that order).  I haven’t watched a live rugby game since my trip to Ireland in 2002, I’m looking forward to this one, but again, I will feel like a slacker because I haven’t played in 8 or 9 years.  It was always better to play the game than watch it anyway, so I’ll have to get over my discomfort by pounding extra beers and acting like an even bigger asshole than I already am… somehow I don’t think this will be a problem.  Ciao bitches…

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The following quote from CNN.com completely encapsulates how fucking stupid our asshole president is…  new estimates are that the war will cost 2.7 trillion dollars and thousands and thousands of lives… nuff said:

U.S. President George W. Bush claimed Wednesday that he had no regrets about the decision to invade Iraq and topple Saddam Hussein in 2003 and reiterated his determination to force Iran to halt its nuclear program.

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Now that Bitch Hilary Clinton is most likely out of the picture. We as a nation can reflect on the partisan and nasty nature of how we campaign in this country, begin to repair the damage, and prepare for the class 5 hurricane that will be the general election. Who are we kidding, first we have to find a scapegoat (or goats) for why Clinton lost to boy-toy Obama. At the top of the list is her weed smokin fornicator husband Bill Clinton. I actually liked Bill Clinton in office, so what if he fucked around on Hilary, but let’s face it… is that really a surprise? I get chills just looking at her picture. The media is saddling him as a major contributor to the Hillary’s downfall but I blame her and all of the bitching and moaning.

Anyway, Dave Chappelle did a great stand-up act on Clinton years ago, I have embedded it below, check it out.

I couldn’t find the part of his stand-up act that talked about why he wouldn’t want to be the first black President. It was priceless. The payoff/punchline was that he would place an illegal immigrant as his VP (named Sanchez) as an insurance policy so that if somebody offs him, Sanchez would open up the border. Wouldn’t it be ironic if Obama chose Richardson as VP?

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It’s Friday… photo caption time bitches.  Click on the little blue button on the lower left side of the picture to bring up the Photocrank menu (or you can leave your caption in the comments if you are still into the old school).  Have fun, but not too much fun, Bush made that illegal as a part of the Patriot act.

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Sadcox is writing up comic strips about the characters he’s known over the years… I figured I would take away his thunder about me final-battle-in-8-Mile style in the two comics below.

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