Really?

I Just Want It To Be Quiet

2012-01-27T09:35:00.000-08:00

I stumbled across a message board regarding the Recall Walker movement. I started reading through the hundreds of posts, most of which were shortsighted and self-serving on both the for and against sides. It took me a while to figure it out, but I finally realized these blog responses are actually a microcosm of what is wrong wih this country. Let me explain. Actually, you don't have to let me explain, I am going to do it anyway.

I posed a simple question on one of the blogs - "What is the plan of the "Recall Walker" people should they be successful in removing him from office?" A pretty straightforward question, right? But what happened. The question was ignored in lieu of adding several more posts pointing fingers, calling names and screaming that the other side is wrong. But NOT A SINGLE POST detailing the plan for Wisconsin.

Why is this?

Well, first of all because there isn't a plan at all. But that aside, it is because coming up with a plan requires thinking, effort and making tough decisions. It's so much easier to piss, moan and grandstand using partial, out of context sound bites than actually DO something. It's easier and so much more dramatic for us to paint signs, pound drums, cry inequality and be dragged out of the rotunda like a little boy throwing a temper tantrum in Walmart because mommy wouldn't buy him any Skittles. It's easier to scream, "you're turning this country into a socialist welfare state!" Why? Because thinking critically about problems and developing solutions might mean you have to be held accountable for something. Which you are afraid to do because if something went wrong, you'd have to take responsibility for your actions and you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the petty jealousy paddle that you're currently swinging. So it's better to just sit back and bitch, waiting for the next wave of leaders to come along so you can bitch about them too.

I love how protesters (supporting ANY cause) pound their chest and wrap themselves in the flag of democracy proclaiming how our forefathers would be proud of them because this great nation of ours was founded on civil disobedience. (By the way, for those of you who don't know, our government isn't a democracy, but that's an entirely different discussion) In reality, what you are doing is annoying most of us, forcing our municipalities to pick up the babysitting tab, and damaging the reputation of the people who have the courage to serve in public office and subject themselves to your criticism and abuse. This goes for BOTH SIDES of the aisle.

I have stated openly that I believe Obama is way out over his skis and doesn't have a clue about anything. I think he wanted to be the President and get the benefits that come with it. I don't think he wanted to lead the country and assume the headaches that come with it. I believe Walker has made some serious mistakes and bad choices in the way he has handled things in Madison. I think he wanted what he wanted and he wanted it right now, no matter who was affected.

However, even though these two individuals are at opposite ends of the political spectrum and their philosophies and approaches couldn't be more diametrically opposed, they are alike in the fact that they have the balls to dig in their heels, make tough decisions, stand by those decisions and see them through to the bitter end. They walk through the walls of pounding drums and Hannity-O'Reilly-Beck roadblocks that stand between them and accomplishing their vision. They come out battered and bruised, only to get up next day and do it all over again. Why? Because they are driven to serve the people of this country...Well...it's either that or because they are getting truckloads of money from the unions, major corporations, the Koch brothers and George Soros. I'm thinking it's probably the latter.

We all know there are problems, and bombarding message boards with personal attacks and half-truths doesn't solve the problems, it just makes them worse. If you want things to change then change them. Stop your screaming and whining. Stop jumping in front of me at the grocery store to shove your political views in my face. If just half of that energy was spent serving at St. Ben's or mentoring a child, or painting playground equipment in a local schoolyard, imagine how much better off we would all be.

Yes, I realize I am equally as guilty for writing this. But I felt I needed to get it all out because I just want it to be quiet.

Let's Go Murphy's

2011-07-09T22:09:00.001-07:00

This is livin

2011-06-04T19:36:00.001-07:00

OK. We got Bin Laden. Next up, Bronson Pinchot.

2011-05-04T18:28:00.001-07:00

Hint: that ain't water in that bottle.

2011-04-20T11:56:00.001-07:00

Line to vote. 1of 3 hallways. Woman left-didn't have time. I replied loudly, then u don't have time to bitch later.

2011-04-05T18:34:00.001-07:00

You gotta be effing kidding me. This is getting out of control

2011-03-26T11:39:00.001-07:00

This One is Different

2011-02-08T07:32:00.000-08:00

It has been 14 years since the Packers won a Super Bowl and while it is an exciting feeling, it is not the same type of exciting feeling we experienced on the 1996 trip to New Orleans and Super Bowl XXXI. It’s different and I can’t put my finger on the reason why, although I do have some theories. Here are just a few:

I have not been subjected to non-stop playing of parody Packer songs every time I turn on the radio. I’d rip on the Lady GaGa YouTube song but it was made by 9-year olds and I can’t be that cruel.

This lag between Super Bowl appearances was not as brutal as the 1968-1995 dry spell where we were forced to elevate marginal players to “hero” status because we didn’t have anyone good. For example:

o Eddie Lee Ivery

o Harlan Huckelby

o Terdell Middleton

o Kittrick Taylor

o Randy Vataha

o Steve Odom

o Estus Hood

o and of course…Mossy Cade

I no longer fit into my circa 1975 John Hadl jersey, so I have no apparel

I haven’t seen Zubaz pants at church. Then again, I haven’t been to church.

We’ve only had 2 quarterbacks since 1992—Brett Favre and Aaron Rodgers. Between 1968 and 1995 we went through three former Bear QB’s; one former Super Bowl QB; a Heisman Trophy winner whose non-Heisman winning brother became a better player; the prides of Green Bay West High School and the Wisconsin Badgers and a replacement player.

Do you remember these great Packer playcallers?

o Rich Campbell

o Carlos Brown

o Anthony Dilweg

o Don “Majik” Majkowski

o Scott Hunter

o Jerry Tagge

o Mike Tomczak

o David Whitehurst

o Randy Wright

o Blair Kiel

o Vince Ferragamo

o Chuck Fusina

o Jack Concannon

o Bobby Douglass

o Frank Patrick

o Alan Risher (Our beloved “replacement” QB)

Aaron Rodgers didn't take us on the “white knuckle ride” the Hillbilly QB did.

I am 48 years old and don’t get liquored up on Sundays like I did in the 90’s. For that matter, in the 80’s also.

This Super Bowl snuck up on us. We didn’t have Super Bowl aspirations like we did in the mid-90’s, so getting there was more of a surprise than anything else.

But I think the real reason is because our Super Bowl was actually played two weeks earlier--the Packer-Bear NFC Championship Game.

Think about it.

The Packers HAD to win that game. If they lost, Chicago would always have the upper hand on us. They would have been unbearable (pun intended). If you think they are rude and obnoxious now, imagine had they won. It’s one thing to call Miller Park Wrigley north, but that’s baseball. This is football. This is the Packers. Losing wasn’t an option.

Face it, a lot of Chicago sports fans are bad winners. Not ALL of them, but a lot of them. It’s not enough for them to win. They have to rub your nose in it and demean you. They park in handicapped spots because the fine is cheaper than lot parking around Wrigley. Granted, they don’t wear cheeseheads, but they do have bad moustaches and wear Blue Blockers. Had the Bears won, we would have been their sports bitch for generations to come.

But we won. We beat them in their crappy, duct taped together Solider Field. We watched as a city turned on their QB in the days that followed. And while they were griping, we were exorcising the ghost of the Hillbilly and watching a rock star . We were doing the Raji, and ripping off imaginary championship belts. We were wearing cheeseheads proudly, WITH jean shorts. We were so elated with our victory and happy with our heroes, we didn’t have time to put Bear fans down. That, my friends, is why I love Wisconsin.

What a great day to be a Packer fan.

Wanna see my scar?

2010-12-21T06:19:00.001-08:00

I bet you can't look away. Yeah, that's my ass. Its nasty. But the pain meds rock.

Untitled

2010-12-21T06:15:00.001-08:00

Brett and the Boy

2010-12-14T04:35:00.001-08:00

It Was Time

2010-12-09T12:43:00.000-08:00

They say you will know when it's time.

We had to put Scilla down Monday. She was 18 ½ years old to the day—almost completely deaf, practically blind, and couldn’t get up and down the stairs anymore. But, she still ate like a horse, got excited when you came home, followed you everywhere and loved to sleep on your lap, just like she did as a puppy. We carried her up and down the stairs, outside to go to the bathroom and cleaned up accidents without even batting any eye. Because that’s what you do for a family member.

Over the last few months, her health was deteriorating more rapidly and we knew, “that day” was coming. On Monday, she began having seizures. Nothing extreme or overly dramatic, but nonetheless cause for concern. After a while, she seemed to be doing a bit better, but when she whimpered as she laid down, we knew. We hadn’t heard as much as a yip out of her in almost a year (Deafness will do that to you).

Scilla was my wedding gift to Sue. I remember the day we bought her from the pet store. There was a big open pen in the middle of the store with about five or six puppies. Right next to it was a big sign that read, “Do NOT handle the puppies.” Sue walked up, looked in the pen and walked away. Scilla followed her around the inside of that pen everywhere she went. Sue walked back over to her at which point the store owner said, “Go ahead, pick her up.” Sold.

She was two years old when Patrick was born. People said to us, “You’re going to have problems with her. She’s used to being the queen of the house.” But, when Patrick went back into the hospital because he was jaundice, she laid by his bassinet for two days. In return, he taught her how to eat table scraps by pushing his food over his high chair tray, where she learned to sit below him and wait like a harbor seal at Fisherman’s Wharf.

She chased bubbles in the summertime to the point where one day we had to carry her up the stairs because her muscles were so sore. She jumped at the snow shovel in the winter, becoming covered in snow balls to the point where we had to put her in the bathtub to dry out. She ruined three couches because she had to lay on the very top of the cushions. She jumped out of a moving car, got bitten by a German Shepard and ate over a pound and a half of chocolate in one sitting.

Over the years we watched her grow from “Baby Scilla” to “Mama Scilla” and finally to “Gramma Scilla." Each year, our Christmas Card picture was of Patrick in his hockey jersey holding her by the tree. This year, there won’t be a card.

But, it was time.

I was at work, stuck in two meetings, so Sue took her to the vet. Scilla used to shake like crazy when we got anywhere near the place, but this time she was peaceful and calm. Sue walked into the room and Scilla laid down on the table. She didn’t give Sue the “Why are you doing this to me?” look, she just quietly slipped away.

I know some people think we're crazy because it hurts so much. Honestly, we couldn’t care less. Little dogs aren’t supposed to live that long, but we believe she lived as long as she did because she knew how much we loved her, and we knew how much she loved us. She didn’t want to lose us as much as we didn’t want to lose her.

But it was her time.

It's pretty quiet around our house now. We don’t hear the jingle of the tags on her collar. We have no reason to put our dinner plates on the floor after we’ve finished eating. We don’t see her standing on the top of the stairs, looking to see if it was really us coming home. It sucks.

If this was a letter written on paper, it would be drenched in tears. But that’s what happens when you lose someone who gave you over 18 years of truly unconditional love. But keeping her alive any longer would have just been selfish on our part.

We know she’s probably somewhere chasing bubbles with Molly, or yipping at Grover. She’s happy again, and one day we will be too.

Good-bye Scilla. We will love you always.

Climbing the Polls

2010-12-09T06:07:00.001-08:00

See and download the full gallery on posterous

MUHS Hockey jumps to #5 in the state. Keep it up boys.

How good are these seats?

2010-12-05T10:14:00.001-08:00

My Packer seats every Sunday. I'm s season ticket holder. No PSL. No waiting list. Comes with optional nap. Jealous? You should be.

How good are these seats?

2010-12-05T10:11:00.001-08:00

My Packer seats every Sunday. I'm s season ticket holder. No PSL. No waiting list. Comes with optional nap. Jealous? You should be.

Thank You for Your Support - 2012 Here I Come.

2010-11-03T08:19:00.000-07:00

The mid-term elections are over and sadly, I was not elected to any public office. But, I'm OK with that because I put our politicians on alert. A mighty wind of change is coming. Hopefully, it's not down wind from the landfill.

I hereby formally announce my write-in candidacy for Senate in 2012. Yes, Senator Kohl, I'm coming after you. It's time you turn your attention to returning the Bucks to the halcyon days of the 1970's and 80's and relinquish your Senate seat to someone who won't blindly vote the party line or respond to constituents with badly written form letters.

Here are my promises.

I will not formally file candidacy papers. With three jobs, I don't have time to chase down signatures.

(And yes, I am thankful I have three jobs, and I will work my a$$ off to build an economy where I only need two jobs, thus freeing up my third job to be taken by someone who has no job).

I am running as a straight up write-in candidate. And I don't have a tough to spell last name like that woman in Alaska. Although, some people do forget there is a "d" before the "t" in my last name.

I will not formally fundraise. How can I possibly charge someone $250 dollars a plate for a piece of dried out chicken, room temperature green beans almondine, and a dollop of crusty mashed potatoes, and some sort of nasty flourless chocolate cake thing for dessert. Not to mention adding insult to injury by having a cash bar. Free Beer and Wine at least - just like a Wisconsin wedding.

I am pro-choice. Pro choice doesn't necessarily mean pro-abortion. It means I am for choices. I won't tell you what choice I would make, but everyone should be entitled to make a choice. The train has left the station folks. You can't overturn Roe v. Wade. It's too late, that's a fact - not a position. Additionally, pro-life people who cement themselves in a car are nuts. Period.

For the record, gay marriage is not the same as marrying a table. Theoretically, I was probably married to a tube sock for most of my teenage years and I'm not gay. As I have said many times before, I have no problem with a gay couple moving into my neighborhood. They keep their house up, do beautiful landscaping and generally have a fine assortment of baked goods on hand at all times. They also make great martini's and have impeccable taste in sweaters. Everybody wins.

I will treat the economy like the way I approach my personal finances. It's simple. If you run up your credit card, you don't pay it off with another credit card. You cut the credit card, tighten the belt and give up unnecessary indulgences until you pay the thing off. (Except for the Friday Fish Fry. Some things are non-negotiable).

I will debate anyone at anytime. Provided the questions aren't given out before the debate. I did forensics in high school - 4 minutes extemporaneous speaking. I have no interest in debating someone who is more concerned with memorizing their lines than they are with sharing their personal vision. If you don't know where you stand on an issue when it's thrown at you, you aren't qualified to hold public office. Period.

No Teleprompters. Ever.

I will do what I can to take care of the poor, handicapped and elderly. They need our help. It's the right thing to do. It's the human thing to do. The lazy on the other hand, you're on your own.

If I have a stance on an issue that is unpopular, I promise to sack up and be a man, not a coward. Yes, Governor Doyle, I am calling you a coward. And should I ever meet you, I will call you a coward to your face. However, I am betting by that time you will be working at your presidentially appointed job you were promised when you agreed to jam the train deal up our asses under the cover of darkness. You want to talk self-serving dick moves - that was one of the biggest I have ever seen.

That last comment is the only personal attack I will ever make on a politician. I promise. But what Doyle did was a total dick move of epic proportions.

I will not hire an ad guy or a consultant. I will run my entire campaign with a Flip cam, Facebook, YouTube, Flickr and maybe Twitter. But I think Twitter is stupid, so maybe not Twitter. Hey, if a million people can get Betty White on SNL, I should be able to garner 2% of the vote.

So, here is my concession speech. I thank you all and look forward to having your continued support as I race for the Senate in 2012.

Brandt for Senate in 2012

Why? Why not?

Here's Your Last Shot at Sanity

2010-11-02T11:40:00.000-07:00

It’s down to the end of the line folks. Less than 8 hours to vote for your favorite unqualified douche canoe to serve themselves for the next (insert term length here). Lord knows our selection of nut bags is the widest it’s ever been. At least in my lifetime. You’ve got Harry Reid and Christine O’Donnell on the national stage for starters. Right here in Wisconsin we’ve got Rebecca “Gay Marriage is like marrying a table” Kleefisch and Tom “I’m qualified to be governor because I can take a punch” Barrett”, right here in our own state.

I know it’s too late to do anything. But if you haven’t voted yet, I am asking for you to write me in – for any position. I don’t care. But I’ve got to be better than what’s out there.

But, before you vote – educate yourself. Take a look at my entire television campaign. I didn’t spend millions of dollars. I shot it all at home and in my car with a $168 Flip Cam. That makes me fiscally conservative. And I don’t think gay marriage is the same as having sex with a table, so that makes me socially liberal.

Take a quick look. If you like what you see, write me in – for anything. Because a vote for me, is…well…a vote for me.

“I’m Running for Anything”

“I Don’t Have Genital Warts”

“Take a Civics Class”

“Don’t Play God With My Family”

“The Tea Party Movement”

“I Love the Great State of Wisconsin”

We are so f*cked.

What is it with artists and naked people?

2010-10-13T09:36:00.000-07:00

I walk to class every Monday and Wednesday through Mitchell Hall, home to many of the fine arts programs at UWM. The one thing I have noticed, aside from the din of african drumming emanating from the dance studios, is the preponderance of nude art lining the walls.

I realize the nude body is supposed to be a beautiful life form, but seriously, there are A LOT of nude pictures. I don't even know if you are supposed to call them pictures or if that is bourgeois. Point is, naked is apparently all the rage on the second floor.

And...it's not even good naked. It's often times disturbing naked. I don't want to see that kind of naked. Don't get me wrong, I like naked as much as the next person, after all, it's human nature. But I like the "happy, fun, and frolicking" naked - not the "gloomy, self-loathing, my life is horrendous so I am going to lay here in the fetal position" naked. So, to the budding UWM artists, please shy away from sad naked, because we could all use a little happy naked in our lives from time to time.

Thank you.

Note to Self: Don't Eat Tuna and Clam Chowder for Lunch if You Have an Afternoon Business Meeting

2010-10-08T10:37:00.000-07:00

The title is self explanatory.

I went to Eagan's for lunch. Not sit down, just through the deli part. They have great clam chowder (every day, which kicks ass), and you can pair it with a small pasta salad for $5.25. Good deal. So I pair it up with the tuna pasta salad. Tasty.

About halfway through the meal it dawned on me...I have a business meeting this afternoon. What I don't have is gum.

So here I stand. Committed to a delicious meal. Committed to a client meeting. And a mouth that smells like Puget Sound with no sign of any breath cleansing products in the near vacinity. I do have some fruit flavored Rolaids, but that isn't going to cut it. It'll only make me smell like a Yellowfin Marmalade sandwich.

My plan - remain silent in the meeting and repeatedly drop my ass, shooting my co-worker looks of disgust each time the cloud rises.

It's the only out pitch I've got.

Dear Morbidly Obese Used to Be Naked Shaving Man...

2010-09-30T13:16:00.000-07:00

...the gym thanks you

I don't mean to sound insensitive, but the sight of you shaving naked was about the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. That is, if you don't count that part of "Faces of Death" where the Malaysians eat the brains out of live monkeys. That would be ranked number one. Followed by you Mr. Morbidly Obese Naked Shaving Man. Third place is held by Dane Cook - EVERYTHING by Dane Cook.

What the hell, why don't I just give you my "Top 5 Disgusting Things I Have Ever Seen".

Morbidly Obese Naked Shaving Man
Malaysians eating the brains of live monkeys in "Faces of Death"
Dane Cook
Two Girls and a Cup. (Although I have never actually seen the video, I have heard it is the grossest thing in the world. Even with my overactive imagination, I can't picture it being more disgusting than Dane Cook.)
KISS - with Vinnie Vincent on Guitar. (What the hell was that Egyptian thing all about?)

Anyway, getting back to the subject at hand, I was very happy when you decided to wear your underpants while shaving. Thank you.

To your credit, I admire your conviction to be at the gym every day and do something about your weight. Most people your size give up, lay in bed and fry chickens on their chest with a plug in frying pan - waiting for the rescue department to come by, blow out a wall and forklift them out of their room and transport them to Brookhaven. Where they will cry, complain and still not lose weight because their enabler keeps sneaking in McDonald's Angus Snack Wraps. (You gotta admit, those are pretty damn good). But you are working out, and for that you are to be commended.

With one exception. I too go to the Starbuck's right after my workout. However, unlike yourself, I don't crush two Cranberry Scones at 400+ calories each. SPOILER ALERT - you won't lose weight when you crush the pastries after the workout. Try a little protein instead. Try hammering down a leftover pork roast or something. Anything is better than a pastry made from about 10% flour and 90% butter. Now, I realize I am no Val Kilmer in the volleyball scene of Top Gun. As a matter of fact, I feel more like John Candy in Summer Rental (Hawks jersey and all), but at least I have enough sense to go for the apple bran muffin.

Anyway, keep up the good work. I can tell you've dropped some pounds - not enough to see your naughty bits yet, but looking good nonetheless. Oh, and didn't the process of losing sight of your naughty bits send up a red flag. Like, "I can barely see my naughty bits, I better put this pecan pie away." I can't imagine completely losing sight of them before I did anything about it.

But I digress.

One last favor - even if you do drop the 300 lbs. you hope to, please don't naked shave ever again. No one looks good naked shaving - not even Mr. Ambiguously Gay Naked Shaving Man, and he's in great shape. He also carries a fine assortment of toiletries and sundries with him – and that’s a good thing.

peace

-kb

Let the Mudslinging Begin

2010-09-16T15:12:00.000-07:00

The fight card has been finalized. Walker vs. Barrett for Governor. Feingold vs. Johnson for Senator. Both bouts on the card are anticipated to be heavyweight battles. That remains to be seen, however, I can guarantee both fights will be marked by cheap shots and low blows. We saw it in the preliminaries heading up to the primary on Tuesday. It’s only going to get worse.

I don’t know who is creating the ads. I don’t know who is approving the ads. Frankly, I don’t care. I am sick and tired of the whining, the finger pointing, the “he did this” and the “well you did that” back and forth crap. The attack ads have to stop. Why? Because attack ads are doing a disservice to the people you are so nobly hoping to serve. You have just spent hundreds of thousands of dollars telling my why to vote AGAINST your opponent, not why I should vote FOR you.

Let me ask you, do you think a product would take this approach? Would they spend their limited marketing dollars talking about why the competition is bad? I can tell you this, if they did, they wouldn't have many customers that liked them. Let me give you an example. What if a Coors Light said, “A lot of people think Bud Light is a good beer. But do you really want a beer that can give you a headache and make you vomit a day after drinking it? Neither do we. So buy a Coors Light.” Yeah, this would work just fine.

Now, it's time to rip on the candidates.

Let’s start with Scott Walker. The brown bag gimmick is just that – a gimmick. Someone sat in a room and said, “Hey, we've got to come up with a 'big idea' we can 'hit our of the park'. You know, 'think out of the box'. We need an equivalent of the 'Tea Party Movement'. Wait, I’ve got it, the Brown Bag Movement!" Unfortunately, the Tea Party Movement was organic and named by a third party. You just gave yourself your own nickname there T-Bone.

However, I will say this much, this ad doesn’t talk about how the other guy sucks, which is good. But then you go to the dark side.

STTRREETTCCH. Yes, Nancy Pelosi is indeed the icon of evil for your Republican party. So what. Here's a thought - Neumann is a German name. Why didn’t you just tie him to Hitler? Come on Scott, you’re better than that.

Mayor Barrett - exploiting the physical attack on you from last year? Really?

I realize calling out the relevance of this ad is a slippery slope. What happened to you was terrible. I felt horrible when I heard the news of the attack. But to use it as a campaign ad? Mayor, please.

But what does this have to do with being qualified to be Governor? It says nothing about your economic policy, or your plan to lower unemployment. I don’t necessarily need a Governor who isn’t afraid to step into a bar fight. Personally, I see it as a sympathetic play. If it weren't, you wouldn’t have put the photo of you in a neck brace in the spot. Come on Tom, you’re better than that.

Senator Feingold, you spin more than a college freshman’s bed after his first kegger. Well, you don't per se, you've convinced (hired) other people to do it for you. Question. Did they get scale?

I love the wording, “Ron Johnson would cut off unemployment benefits for the unemployed.” There's nothing quite like assuming someone might do something and then skewering him on it is there? You don’t know that for sure. You’ve voted for tax increases and increased spending in the past so can I make an assumption and say “Russ Feingold would keep borrowing money from the Chinese until we have to give them every state from Wyoming to the Pacific Ocean.” Come on Russ, you’re better than that.

Ron Johnson – I didn’t know you were clairvoyant? You know exactly what Russ Feingold is going to do in his next ad?

Boo Hoo. Russell is going to call you names. Sack up Ron, you’re better than that.

Candidates - didn't your parents ever tell you, “If you need to put someone else down to make yourself look bigger, you are the one who is the smaller person”? If they didn’t tell you, then I’m telling you.

Here’s my world in a nutshell. The economy sucks. I’m working 3 jobs and still paid over $3000 in taxes ABOVE my withholding last year. I don’t have time for your bellyaching. I want a ride back home to my shining city on a hill, and I don’t want to spend the entire car ride listening to you bitch about each other. I want to ride on the high road.

That being said, THIS is how you do a campaign ad. THIS is what affects people. Not negative talk. You show me this and you’ll get my vote even if you belong to the flippin Longaberger Party. Watch and learn gentlemen. Watch and learn.

Finally, a message to all – VOTE! Even if you’re not getting free smokes.

So, what if Brett Favre wanted to build a Mosque at Ground Zero?

2010-08-19T11:40:00.000-07:00

Imagine the press coverage.

Obviously, Brett Farve would never build a Mosque at Ground Zero. He might build a tool shed, but never a Mosque. The point of my question is to draw attention how obnoxious the media coverage is surrounding either issue. There are some things that deserve to be covered, followed up on, and then let go. Let’s move on instead of using the issues to stimulate divisive and antagonistic behavior. Can’t we just get along?

No.

So here is where I stand. As far as the Mosque at Ground Zero is concerned, I have to echo the words of President Obama (only mine is not a back-pedal), when I say “I will not comment on the wisdom of the decision to put a mosque there.” End of discussion.

On the other hand, I will comment on the wisdom of Brett Favre's decision to return. Let me start by saying, I love to watch the dumb Minnesotan’s fall for the same dog and pony show we dumb Wisconsinites fell for between 2005-08. I know how that story ends, and I am not going to be the spoiler. Enjoy the ride, Ole and Lena, it’s going to be a fun one.

Finally, the Journal-Sentinel has gotten their heads screwed on straight and no longer runs a full-page photo of Brett Farve in a badly photoshopped Vikings jersey every time he pops a squat. Put it where it belongs, right next to the story about the New York Liberty winning the WNBA Championship. I don’t care anymore.

As a matter of fact, I care so little about #4, I am giving you a list of 5 Brett’s I would like to see return instead of Brett Farve.

#5) Ken Brett – The baseball pitcher spent most of his career as a journeyman pitcher, playing for 10 different teams over the course of his 14 year career, including a brief stint with the Brewers in 1972. Why would I like to see him return? The Brewers need pitching, but sadly, he passed in 2003 from brain cancer.

#4) George Brett – The better of the two ball playing Brett brothers, George is probably the second best pure hitter in baseball history behind Ted Williams and even toyed with batting .400 for the season back in 1980. To me he had one of the greatest lines in advertising history, when he said in a Gillette commercial in reference to his strategy on hitting – “For me it’s a feeling that says, ‘I’m going downtown.’”

#3) Brett Hull – One of my all-time favorite recent era hockey players and the son of Bobby Hull. I never met Brett Hull, but I did meet Bobby Hull at a Hawks game. Patrick and I were lucky to be in a suite for a game and two suites over was “The Golden Jet” himself. I was blown away. So I grabbed Patrick, a game program and a sharpie and headed down the hall. I was excited. Patrick was indifferent. He asked, “Who are we meeting?”, to which I replied “Bobby Hull.” Patrick quickly responded with “Who is that?” Are you kidding me? How do you not know Bobby Hull? Oh…I forgot your 10 years old. So, I said the only thing I could to make him understand – “He’s Brett Hull’s dad”.

#2) Brett Butler – The cocktail waitress turned stand-up comic was considered to be one of the hottest TV stars of the 90’s. Her sitcom “Grace Under Fire” was one of the top rated shows for more than 5 years. To me, she is one of the un-funniest people in the world and the sound of her voice is like grinding my teeth down with a wood file. Even so, she is more tolerable than Brett Farve.

#1) Brett Somers Klugman – How can you not love the feisty, sassy, irascible and often times inebriated star of Match Game and Match Game PM? She anchored the middle seat of the top row, with Charles Nelson Reilly on her immediate left, and a cavalcade of rotating stars including; Gary Burghoff, Fred Grandy, McLean Stevenson, Nipsey Rusell, Bert Convey and Rip Taylor, stationed on her right. Let’s relive the magic together shall we?

There you have it – 5 Brett’s I would rather see return than the gunslingin’ hillbilly from Kiln, Mississippi. Hey Vikings fans! Have fun in Faribault come January when interception #3 ends your season prematurely once again.

Incompetence Knows No Bias

2010-06-11T07:46:00.000-07:00

Incompetence knows no bias. It is not black, white, male, female, gay, straight, republican or democrat. Incompetence is incompetence, period. And it is alive and well, in the Gulf of Mexico, the board room at BP and the White House. This situation is a textbook example of why the government and big corporations are absolutely useless when it comes to getting things done. They are masters of pontification, but are USELESS when comes to taking action.

BP, you are the experts. How can we go 50+ days and still not be able to determine the amount of oil that is spilling out of that well? You’re lying.

Mr. President, finding out whose “ass you’re going to kick” should be last item on your “To Do” list. Take control.

I will put it in simple terms. Tell me how you would handle this problem.

You have three children at home and they decide they are going to play with their toy boats in the bathtub. So while you are outside doing yard work, they turn on the faucet and fill the tub. Unfortunately, in doing so they somehow turn the faucet handle too far and it gets stuck. But kids being kids, they keep playing as the water rises to the top of the tub. But as the water creeps closer, they panic, and try as they might, they cannot turn the faucet off, and the water keeps running. Now they are scared. They start trying to soak up the water with towels, to no avail. They try stuffing a towel up the faucet. It still keeps pouring out. It’s leaking through the floorboards. The ceiling of the room below is in serious danger.

Then you walk in. The ceiling is dripping. You run upstairs. You see the disaster. What is your first reaction? Do you try and stop it, or do you let the water continue to run while you verbally berate each of the children to find out whose butt to spank?

The oil leak is not a bully pulpit to make a political statement regarding our dependence on oil. I realize it’s quite trendy to stand up and pound your chest and drop sound bites so you sound like you are environmentally conscious, but I’ve got news for you. You can ride your bike to work, or take busses all you want, but you are ignorant if you think that will make a difference. Even with imprecise calculations, it is estimated the amount of oil spilled would only power the country for about an hour. Oil ain’t going anywhere anytime soon. Right now, we don’t need “environmental activists”; we need “active environmentalists”. There’s a big difference.

But let’s say we could turn off our use of oil like a light switch. We wake up tomorrow and boom – oil is no longer a part of our society. Let’s take a look at a regular day.

You wake up to a beautiful day. You can’t wait to go to work. So you hop in the shower. But you have no soap or shampoo. As a matter of fact, the shower is spraying and leaking everywhere because there are no faucet washers. But you muddle through. Your unshaven with smelly breath, but at least you can run a comb through your hair and look somewhat presentable. Sorry. No combs or brushes to make that gray hair (no hair coloring) of yours look pretty.

Uh-oh. The baby’s crying. He must need a diaper change. You feel good about using cloth diapers. You’re doing your part. So you unclip the diaper, and baby’s got a nasty case of diaper rash. Now what do you do? There’s no Vaseline or ointment.

At least you can have breakfast. But too bad you have to light a fire to cook the eggs laid by the chickens you raise in your backyard. That’s going to take some time and judging by the height of the sun in the sky, you’re already running late. Fortunately, you were able to get an accurate read on the sun without the sunglasses you used to have.

I could go on and on, but you get the point.

When the flood waters rise in North Dakota during the spring thaws, then entire city pulls together and lines the banks of the river with sand bags. They don’t sit around and wait for permits. They TAKE ACTION. That is what the true American spirit is all about. We do – we don’t blame. Or at least that is how it used to be.

If no one else is going to take control, I will. Here are my marching orders.

Bobby Jindahl, just stick the shovel in the ground and keep digging. Stop bitching about the feds not doing anything. Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission. Besides, what are they going to do? Prosecute you? Please.

Mr. President, make a decision instead of strolling down the hallway with Matt Lauer giving us your opinion on whether or not the Jim Joyce blown call should be reversed.

Tony Hayward, I don’t know what deal you cut with the devil, or who the devil is, but for all I know, it might be you. I want 10 viable solutions on my desk in the morning. Not affordable – VIABLE!

I am going back to my belief that what this country needs is an old-fashioned dad to knock some sense into us. Take the behavior of every associated party and imagine what your dad would do if they pulled that crap on him. I have a feeling that one of the phrases that might come out of his mouth is “what are you a freakin’ idiot”?

We’re turning from being a persevering nation that picks itself up from it’s boot straps when times are tough, towards a nation that blames someone for moving our boots and that’s why we can’t use the straps.

You all suck.

One Night - a Rick-umentary

2010-05-11T10:51:00.000-07:00

A two-part Rick-umentary chronicling Rick Springfield's May 2010 concerts at Potawatomi Bingo Casino.

Part One

Part Deaux

How to write an Onion story using lyrics from classic rock songs

2010-04-22T14:19:00.000-07:00

I am a huge fan on the Onion, basically because I am a huge fan of satire, and have been since high school when I read "The Utterly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs” in National Lampoon. Unfortunately, political correctness has ruined the art of satire. Satire without malice is hilarious—no matter what the topic. People have got to lighten up. Sometime funny is just funny, period. But, if you don’t think it’s funny, I will just ignore your whining anyway.

Back to The Onion. As I said, I am a big fan. But recently I noticed something about some of the articles there is a formula that can be applied to craft a story. I call it the Classic Rock Song formula.

The idea is simple. Take the lyrics and subject matter from a classic rock song, put some verbs, adverbs, adjectives and nouns around them and—voila! you have an Onion story. Here are a couple quick stories to get you started, and then do a few of your own.

Unemployed Man Willing to Take Long Nights—Impossible Odds.

BELOIT, WI—Local accountant Robert Soure, became a victim of the economy when he was let go from his job at Express Mechanics after 21 years of service. Recently he was overheard telling friends that “all he wanted was a job and security”, to give him a chance to survive this economic recession.

After spending most of his life in the “white collar” field of accounting, Soure said he would even be willing to work the long nights and take on the impossible odds of success in a blue collar position, noting he was tired of his wife and family laughing in his face about his career misfortune.

He went on to say, he would welcome “eye on the keyhole”, indicating an interest in the field of overnight building security. Even through his disappointment he eluded a sense of optimism indicating his belief that happiness was only a heartbeat away. Soure then closed his eyes as if to pretend he was already there.

Area Couple Sells Home, Moves to Mountain Cabin After Riding Out Winter Storm

BOULDER, CO—Jim and Nancy Barker, immediately put their Denver city home up for sale upon returning home from being stranded in their Boulder cabin for the duration of last week’s 3-day blizzard.

“We were just kind of sitting around waiting for the storm to die out when it hit us—Nancy and I were much happier being stranded in our cabin that we were in the fast life of Denver”, said Jim. “Right” added Nancy. “We were just about out of wine and started talking about what we missed about the city and we couldn’t come up with a single thing. It was almost as if our true home was just being alone with each other”.

“It was blowing pretty hard outside”, added Jim, “and to be honest with you, it was kind of frightening, but as hard as it would be to handle the elements and challenges of living in the wild, but we both agreed the rewards would be worth the effort.”

The Barkers 3BR, 3BA ranch home is listed at $258,900. It can be seen by appointment by calling with Chet Parkins of Borderwest Realty.

Man Ignores Best Friends Warning. Falls In Love With Prostitute

PARAMUS, NJ—Dan Castonado, ignored his friend’s advice and proposed to local hooker Tiffany Thomas at the Yankees game on Monday, only to be turned down in front of a sellout crowd of 47,000 fans.

“I didn’t want to believe him when he told me my girlfriend Tiffany was a prostitute. She didn’t seem like one to me. I mean, prostitutes usually spend a lot of time alone walking around looking for guys. We would walk right down the street together and she wouldn’t say a thing about it.”

Tiffany, whose street nickname is "Strutter", said she thought Dan understood she was a prostitute and was ok with it. “I thought he would get the hint when I would walk by him while I was working. You would have thought the 6 inch platforms, tight dress and no underwear would have been enough of an indication, but I guess not”.

Dan did express his disappointment at the ending of the relationship noting, “I admit I cried, but she was the hottest girl I ever dated. Everyone would tell me how good she looked. I was on a pretty big high most of the time”.

See? It’s just that easy. Now it’s up to you. Pick a song and give it a whirl.

It's the Little Things that Count

2010-04-12T11:07:00.000-07:00

It’s the little things that count. How many times have we heard that? A least a buh-jillion? Yet, too often we don’t even know what the little things are. So just for grins I decided to make a list of some of the little things I really love in life, but never really think about, until I have to think about them. Like now.

The two days after Patrick and I get a video game we can both play. Because those are the only two days I can compete with him. After that, he’s got the game mastered and I get smoked every time I pick up the controller

The windows open on a summer night and the sound of kids playing capture the flag long after dark

Cole slaw instead of sauerkraut on a Rueben

Having another passenger in the car so I can use the diamond lane when the on-ramp is backed up

A flushed 3-iron

Seeing an open parking spot on the other side of the street and having no on-coming traffic so you can kick a u-turn and get the spot before the guy who circled the block gets back to it.

Two days after a workout, when your muscles are really, really sore. Then you deeply massage them and it hurts even more. But it’s the few seconds of relief right after you stop that are the best in the world.

The strawberry-banana smoothie at SmoothieLicious

The sound of my snow plow guy’s truck backing in my driveway up at 4am

Understanding exactly why a manager made the double switch

Reserving judgment when those around you aren’t.

Having a student leave class and then tell you they went back to their dorm and started working right away because they felt inspired

Getting to the Rolaids not a moment too soon

Free coffee (sub) day when you’ve finally filled up your punch card

Winning one dollar on Powerball

Man vs. Food

The Red Sox beating the Yankees

The Brewers beating the Red Sox

Blind to the truth Brett Favre worshippers

Acedia

Seeing a recent picture of yourself where you don’t look half-bad

The first time you put on new socks

Spotting the perfect mullet

Having a legitimate excuse to leave somewhere you really don’t want to be in the first place

Ernest Hemmingway. Women, booze, bullfighting. Enough said.

Balancing your checkbook the very first time you try

On Golden Pond

That is just the start of my list. Do yourself a favor. Start writing down your own list. You might find that life doesn’t suck as much as you think it does. But, then again, it does kind of suck from time to time.

Dear Boys of Summer: Welcome Back

2010-04-01T11:45:00.000-07:00

Dear Boys of Summer:

Welcome Back. We've missed you.

I love baseball. Not the psychotic “Bob Costas, George Will, worship at the altar of Abner Doubleday” type of love. But more like the “there’s nothing better than a hot summer night, an ice cold beer and a perfectly executed squeeze play”, type of love. So with Opening Day right around the corner, I’d like to share my 10 favorite things about game of baseball. Some are obvious. Some, perhaps a bit obscure. It’s the collective of all these little things that have made me a fan for life.

This list isn’t Milwaukee Brewer/Miller Park list per se. Sure we have the Racing Sausages, tailgating and cranky parking lot attendants, but these are more universal. Hopefully this list will bring to mind some of the overlooked experiences and memories you may have surrounding America’s greatest game

1. 81 Days of Pageantry

From April through October, you have the chance to go to 81 of the best parties this city has to offer. College Football may have its marching bands and student sections, but that’s only once a week. With baseball, you can go on a 10-day run during a homestand. You can’t do that with any other sport. Thank god they throw a road trip in to allow you to re-load.

2. There’s Always Tomorrow

That is, until mid-September if your team is in the hunt. A disappointing loss on May 15 can always be followed by a final inning, walk-off victory.

3. Bad Managerial Decisions

“Why did he leave him in so long?”

“You gotta pinch hit for him against a lefty”

“I can’t believe they didn’t intentionally walk Pujols.”

Each and every game we have something to second-guess. It sucks us in and makes us feel like a part of the game.

4. Urban Ballparks

Wrigley, Fenway, Old Yankee Stadium. If you’ve never had the opportunity to see a game at a ballpark that sits in the middle of a neighborhood, put it on your bucket list. There’s something about walking around a city block on game day, looking up at the big brick walls that takes you back to the days when men wore suits and women wore their fancy hats to the game. It’s a feeling you don’t get when you stroll 400 yards across a sea of asphalt and painted yellow lines.

5. Vin Scully

My apologies to the great Bob Uecker, but there is no one better than Vin Scully when it comes to calling a game on the radio. He starts the inning by calling out the batter and then proceeds to commentate until the last out, weaving stories of players’ past accomplishments, their minor league career, a pitcher’s tendencies or an anecdote of someone’s childhood. All while never stopping to take a breath. You will never tune in a Dodger game and hear dead silence. He is the quintessential play-by-play announcer and color man rolled into one.

6. Peanuts

I never eat salted in the shell peanuts. But at a ballgame, they are mandatory. A game isn’t a game until I’ve created a mound of shell and peels at my feet. Adding to the experience is the rogue peanut skin that somehow finds its way into the foam of your beer. Delish.

7. The Retaliation Plunking

I’m a hockey guy. To that end, I completely understand why there are fights in hockey, which is why I am a big fan of the retaliation plunking in baseball. It allows the players to self-police the game, something that doesn’t happen in many other games. For example, how many pro football games have you seen where a player makes a tackle (holding the runner to an 8-yard gain), and then proceeds to thump his chest incessantly? That doesn’t happen in baseball. Why? Because the player who pulls a stunt like that is going to get a pitch in the ribs the next time he comes to the plate. And that my friends, is the way the game is supposed to be played.

8. Dads Teaching Their Kids How to Keep Score

Just about every person who says, “I loved going to games as a kid”, generally follows that up with, “My dad taught me how to keep score.” What they should have said was, “My dad started teaching me how to keep score”. As the father of a son, I tried to teach my son how to keep a scorebook. That lasted about 3 innings. Right until the time the cotton candy/licorice vendor walked down the aisle.

9. Batting Practice

The stadium is practically empty, with the exception of kids and programs hawking the rail looking for autographs. The echo of the bat crack sounds like a thunderclap on a quiet summer evening. The smell of the concession stands is just starting to fill the park. Yep.

10. West Coast Road Games on the Radio

The upstairs windows are open with a light breeze coming through. Outside the neighbor kids are engaged in a tense game of capture the flag, and at approximately 9:15pm Ueck’s voice comes over the crappy clock radio on your nightstand with “Brewer baseball is on the air”. The first pitch comes at about 9:23 and by 10:42 you’re deep in REM sleep. The next morning it’s a race to the paper to find out how the game ended. A great start to a great day after a great night’s sleep.

And so the journey begins. Six months, 162 games, with the hopes that come October, you’ll be passing on those ND football tickets because you don’t want to miss Game 6. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

See you at the yard.

Adventures of the World's Greatest Procrastinator

2010-03-30T03:58:00.000-07:00

I don't know exactly when I started procrastinating to the level I do know. I think it might have been right after my freshman year at St. Norbert College. I had done remarkably well, finishing with a GPA of 3.75. But, it took it's toll on me too. It seems that after experiencing all that pressure, I comple

Healthcare Reform Legislation is More Out of Control than Healthcare is

2010-03-11T19:55:00.000-08:00

I have come to the conclusion Healthcare Reform Legislation is officially more out of control than the Healthcare itself. I am emphatically stating, in no uncertain terms, I am completely against the Healthcare Reform bills Congress is trying pass. I am also emphatically stating, I AM 1000% IN FAVOR OF HEALTHCARE REFORM. But if anyone can tell me what is in these bills, I would really appreciate it. I don’t think anyone in the friggin world understands it. Hence Nancy Pelosi’s comment –

“But we have to pass the bill so that you can find out what is in it, away from the fog of the controversy.”

You’re kidding me right? That’s like saying. “Hey buy this Toyota. We know there are a lot of concerns regarding its safety, and you are getting conflicting points of view as to whether they are true or not, but just buy it anyway. After you own it we can take a look, see what’s wrong and then try to fix it.”

How about this? Let’s figure out what’s in it first, and maybe the fog of controversy will be lifted.

Now, I fully realize I will be vilified for being opposed to this legislation, but before you strike back, do two things for me.

First, read my introductory paragraph again. I did not say I was against healthcare reform. I said I was against the healthcare reform BILLS. There is HUGE difference between the two.

Secondly, read the bills. You can find them here. I’ve tried. I jumped around to sections I felt were important. I can’t understand what the hell is in there. I’ve talked to Herb Kohl personally on several occasions, in non-political contexts. Based on the depth of our conversations, I am pretty sure he can’t understand it either.

The House Bill is H.R. 3962.

http://docs.house.gov/rules/health/111_ahcaa.pdf

The Senate Bill is H.R. 3590

http://www.opencongress.org/bill/111-h3590/text

Maybe I’m too stupid to understand the solutions being presented, but so far, this is what we’ve heard from both sides of the aisle. “We need healthcare reform (pound fist on podium)” or “This is not the type of reform we need! (pound fist on podium).” Can someone please explain it to me simply using facts so I can understand? Is that too much to ask?

I realize that the purpose of healthcare reform is to build a healthier America. I realize that many people are without healthcare. I realize premiums are out of control. I realize that Americans are obese, out of shape and in poor health. I realize that these issues are complex. I want them solved too. I just got crushed with a $900 bill because my insurance wouldn’t cover treatment. I am getting screwed right along with the rest of us.

But give me some facts, not a campaign speech.

Here are a couple of questions I have.

One of the purposes of this reform is to lower my premiums, or save me money. But, the cost of implementing this package will cost between $800 billion and $1 trillion dollars over the next 10 years. My question is, “Where is the money coming from to pay for the bill?” Since there isn’t a national money tree, it’s probably taxes—either personal or business. But if businesses are taxed, it’s just going to be passed along to me, so I’m basically still paying for it. If I have to spend money to save money, and the money I spend is more than the money I save, why would I spend the money? Something isn’t adding up.

America has become an obese, unhealthy nation. I agree. And people need affordable healthcare to address the related health issues. However, will mandating people have healthcare insurance stop them from eating Doritos? Will having classes available to tell them to stop eating Doritos make them stop eating Doritos? I think everyone on the planet knows smoking is bad for you, yet people still smoke. Something isn’t adding up.

The goal of reform is to make sure everyone in American has healthcare. So, using the governments numbers, if we have 47 million people without healthcare, and by implementing this plan, within 10 years, 30 million more people will have healthcare, what about the other 17 million people? If it takes us 10 years to come up 17 million short of the goal, isn’t that a failure?

I REALIZE THERE ARE A LOT OF GOOD THINGS IN THE BILLS. My point is, get it right, before you get it done.

I am going to point out a couple of things I came across in a Wall Street Journal article. I can't believe this stuff.

SEC. 202. PROTECTING THE CHOICE TO KEEP CURRENT COVERAGE.

(a) GRANDFATHERED HEALTH INSURANCE COV ERAGE DEFINED.—Subject to the succeeding provisions of this section, for purposes of establishing acceptable coverage under this division, the term ‘‘grandfathered health insurance coverage’’ means individual health insurance coverage that is offered and in force and effect before the first day of Y1 if the following conditions are met:

(1) LIMITATION ON NEW ENROLLMENT.—

(A) IN GENERAL.—Except as provided in this paragraph, the individual health insurance issuer offering such coverage does not enroll any individual in such coverage if the first effective date of coverage is on or after the first day of Y1.

(B) DEPENDENT COVERAGE PERMITTED.—Subparagraph (A) shall not affect the subsequent enrollment of a dependent of an individual who is covered as of such first day.

(2) LIMITATION ON CHANGES IN TERMS OR CONDITIONS.—Subject to paragraph (3) and except as required by law, the issuer does not change any of its terms or conditions, including benefits and cost-sharing, from those in effect as of the day fore the first day of Y1.

(b) GRACE PERIOD FOR CURRENT EMPLOYMENT BASED HEALTH PLANS.—

(1) GRACE PERIOD.—

(A) IN GENERAL.—The Commissioner shall establish a grace period whereby, for plan

13 years beginning after the end of the 5-year period beginning with Y1, an employment-based health plan in operation as of the day before the first day of Y1 must meet the same requirements as apply to a qualified health benefits plan under section 201, including the essential benefit package requirement under section 221.

Well, since you put it that way. Geez I feel foolish for not understanding.

OK, here’s another one that ought to be easy to figure out.

(1) INITIAL STANDARDS.—Not later than 18 months after the date of the enactment of this Act, the Secretary shall, through the rulemaking process consistent with subsection (a), adopt an initial set of benefit standards.

Now, I really feel stupid for not understanding.

And here comes my favorite part.

‘‘SEC. 59B. TAX ON INDIVIDUALS WITHOUT ACCEPTABLE HEALTH CARE COVERAGE.

‘‘(a) TAX IMPOSED.—In the case of any individual who does not meet the requirements of subsection (d) at any time during the taxable year, there is hereby imposed a tax equal to 2.5 percent of the excess of—‘‘(1) the taxpayer’s modified adjusted gross in

come for the taxable year, over ‘‘(2) the amount of gross income specified in section 6012(a)(1) with respect to the taxpayer.

Why, that is as clear as the nose on my face.

More juicy nuggets.

On Nov. 2, the Congressional Budget Office* estimated what the plans will likely cost. An individual earning $44,000 before taxes who purchases his own insurance (this would include many of the 47MM that don’t have insurance) will have to pay a $5,300 premium and an estimated $2,000 in out-of-pocket expenses, for a total of $7,300 a year, which is 17% of his pre-tax income. A family earning $102,100 a year before taxes will have to pay a $15,000 premium plus an estimated $5,300 out-of-pocket, for a $20,300 total, or 20% of its pre-tax income. A business will have to pickup 72.5% of the premium, which is about 15-22% higher than what they pay now.

Finally, my favorite provision of them all. This ought to be especially heartwarming to those with loved ones suffering from terminal cancer.

(b) RECOGNITION OF ATTENDING PHYSICIAN AS7

SISTANTS AS ATTENDING PHYSICIANS TO SERVE HOSPICE PATIENTS.—

(1) IN GENERAL.—Section 1861(dd)(3)(B) of such Act (42 U.S.C. 1395x(dd)(3)(B)) is amended—

(A) by striking ‘‘or nurse’’ and inserting ‘‘, the nurse’’; and (B) by inserting ‘‘or the physician assistant (as defined in such subsection),’’ after ‘‘subsection (aa)(5)),’’.

You understand that one don't you?

I can’t make this stuff up. It’s all in there and in language that none of us can begin to comprehend. This is precisely why we have to know the facts, before we get sucked into the wave of emotion created by a town hall speech or a tea party. To absorb our politicians' rhetoric as gospel is lunacy. To quote Bruce Springsteen "Blind faith in your leaders or in anything will get you killed."

Yes, there are great necessary reforms in these bills. Yes there are valid points and arguments. But in my opinion, these things make this a totally effed option. I don't really like the bird in my hand, but I don't know anything about those two birds in the bush.

Here’s my position. We don’t need healthcare reform. We need healthcare insurance reform. We need to legislate the hell out of the insurance companies and the pharmaceutical companies and take the control out of their hands. Force them to make the healthcare insurance and coverage I am receiving now and like, more affordable. Squeeze their profits. Don’t make me buy an insurance plan that you say I need and the price you say I have to pay. The bottom line—put the noose around their necks before you put the noose around mine.

Go ahead. Call me a hater now.

*www.cbo.gov/ftpdocs/106xx/doc10682/11-30-ARRA.pdf

I Am Running for Senator. Who’s With Me?

2010-03-05T15:40:00.001-08:00

I’m sick of it. All of it. Healthcare reform. Stimulus packages. Underwear bombers. Nancy Pelosi. Glenn Beck. Keith Olberman. Fair and Balanced. Reconciliation. Tea Party Movement. You can take it all straight to hell on a high-speed rail train via Madison.

I don’t need any of you. What I need is $875.

Hey Politicians on either side of the aisle - don’t tell me what is best for me. I KNOW what is best for me, and right now it’s finding a way to come up with $875. I am getting tired of rich politicians saying I make too much money. It's easy to do when you own a basketball team. I don't know if I mentioned this, but I need $875. And the last time I checked. $875 wouldn't even get me a pair of courtsides tickets to see a team that has had 4 winning seasons in the last 20 years play.

So I hereby announce my candidacy for the Wisconsin U.S. Senate seat, because I want to change laws so I don't have to scrounge around to get $875. Russ Feingold, get the hell out of the way, Satan’s caddy is comin to town with an empty wallet and a bug up his ass.

So you may be asking, “Are you qualified?” “What experience do you have?” None. Which is precisely why I AM qualified. And DON’T call me a Republican. Just because I think Obama and Pelosi are morons, doesn’t automatically make me a Republican. It means I think Obama and Pelosi are morons. Cheney is a douche and W was a idiot too. That's a 2-2 tie. Stupid isn't red or blue. Stupid is stupid.

I am running for Senate as the only member of the “Common Sense” Party. My platform is simple—give the country a big whack in the head with a baseball bat. We don’t need “Hope and Change”. We need a grumpy, dad to kick our ass and tell us we've got a head filled with sand. That is my political model.

Here are my key platform items and my stance on issues by applying the principles of Common Sense. Simplistic approach? Absolutely. That’s my point. We need to start under-thinking things.

I have to make a declaration speech at some point. Here are my thoughts. I probably won’t say them exactly because I don’t plan on using a tele-prompter.

Pass Civics test before you’re elected. Spoiler Alert - We don’t live in a democracy. We live in a republic. See, if these words ring a bell. “And to the republic, for which it stands…” We elect people to vote how we would vote. I don’t have time to go vote because Montana needs a dam for a river. I’ve got to get that drywall in the basement fixed. You handle it. That’s what we pay you for.

Vote. Don’t just wear your sticker around on your North Face jacket and say you voted. If you didn’t have time to vote because you had to pick up your dry cleaning, shut up. That includes the local elections too. I don't want a guy running my 14,000 person Village because he talked 685 friends into voting for him.

No more taxes for a while. If the government doesn't have the money to buy new sh*t, then don’t buy new sh*t. I got cut 10% at BOTH my jobs. You know what I did then? I stopped buying sh*t I didn't need.

Here's a note to Governor Doyle. You're supposed to be a lame duck. Act like it. You're spending money like a wife who knows she is going to leave her husband and starts running up his credit cards. Stop hanging us with the tab. You're killing me here.

NRA members are insane. You can't go in all or nothing. Yes, we have the right to bear arms. The right to bear arms doesn’t mean anyone can walk into a store and walk out with a glock. There are some sick mothers out there. And I am not buying the argument that an automatic rifle that fires 200 rounds a minute is a deer hunting rifle either.

Stop blaming the previous administration for everything. We elected you, so shut up, and get to work. You sound like Barry, this guy I work with, who keeps bitching about his ex-wife. I hated her too, but she’s been gone for over two years. Man up for chrissakes.”

Another thing, stop saying "I want..." It's not about you. It's about us. It's about what WE want. Think about the last time you saw a 9-year old kid who kept saying, "I want, I want, I want. Pretty annoying huh?

The healthcare system is definitely a trainwreck. BUT, don't stand there and tell me you can write a 2,500+ page bill, know everything that's in it and then vote for it. I’m calling BS. I had to read A Tale of Two Cities in high school and that took me three flippin months. And at the end of the semester, I still flunked the final.

Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid are bankrupt. And the government should run healthcare? Who ran Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid? Oh yeah, you did. The by all means be my guest, and way don't we spot you a TRILLION DOLLARS to get started.

Here's a thought...how about enacting some strict laws that clamp down on the insurance and drug companies first. That's where the bleeding is. Let's try that first. See what happens. Pick their pockets before you start picking mine.

Taking bailout money from the government and then giving out bonuses is a total dick move. I lent my brother $250 bucks once because he said he had to fix his breaks and the sonofabitch showed up at the golf course with a new driver. What a d-bag.

If you are not a citizen of this country and you were one of the a-holes that planned 9/11, you’re not entitled to the rights of a US Citizen. Why? Because you’re not a US Citizen. Sorry. You don’t get the same legal protection as a guy who might have planted a tree too close to the neighbor’s property line. Sorry, you just don’t.

And another thing. Do you honestly think George W. Bush was smart enough to hatch that “our government was behind 9/11” conspiracy theory? Seriously. You're telling me George W. was that smart? If you believe that then you’re the idiot.

You wanna talk waterboarding? Then let’s call it what it is…a swirlie. You basically jammed the guy's head in the toilet and gave it a flush. Big friggin deal. I got one when I was a freshman. I got a wedgie too. It’s not like they’re burning his schlong with a cigarette. Lighten up. If dunking a terrorist means he gives up info, I have three words for you…fill the f****n pool.

Oh…and now it’s torture because we play music that is against their religious beliefs? You gotta be kidding me. I had to live an entire semester with a roommate who played freakin Journey all day and night. Walk in my sandals Achmandildnsol.”

Why should I care if two guys or two chicks get married? It's none of my business. You know what is my business? Where they live. And I want them living next door to me because they take care of their houses, they are friendly, polite, and usually have a wonderful assortment of fresh baked goods. Unlike that d*ckhead down the street who hasn't mowed his lawn in three weeks.

Don’t call me a hater because I watch Fox News. You can watch Hannah Montana with your pants off for all I care. Why do you care what I watch? And for your information, I don’t watch Fox News because of Bill O’Reilly or Glen Beck. I watch because Gretchen Carlson has awesome legs and great cans.

Go ahead. Dig up dirt on me. I don’t care. I’ll tell you all the shit I did right now if you want. Hell, when I was younger I used to drive home from Nick’s Tap flippin bulletproof. Window open, hand over one eye. Doesn't mean I do it now. Doesn’t mean I’m proud of it. What else do you wanna know? Wait a second....I've got an idea. Let me ask you a few questions. Did you ever make any dumb decisions? I can give you one. You're a reporter, it's not like you majored in chemistry. You have a communications degree.Which is basically 4 years of college where every answer is "it depends". How do I know that? Because I am a communications major.

This is just common sense stuff. Take it for what it is. Don't over-analyze it. Don't heap your baggage on the train. It is what it is. Oh...and it's sarcasm too.

What's in Your Top 5?

2010-02-11T09:39:00.000-08:00

I was reading the Onion a few weeks back, and happened across a very interesting interview with a nationally known recording artist, whose name escapes me at the moment, but the name isn’t important. Generally, the rock star interview will always include the obligatory, “who are your influences”, or the “what type of music are you listening to now” question. In this case, the reporter asked the same question in a very compelling manner. He asked the artist to put his iPod on shuffle and write down the first five songs that came up. He then asked the artist to tell a brief story about each.

I thought this was pretty cool, and not being a rock star myself, there was little chance of a reporter asking this of me. Therefore, I am asking myself. So here are the first five songs that have been shuffled to the top of my iPod playlist.

“Get Up and Go” – Hanson

Yes, that Hanson. The “long-haired, pre-pubescent teen heartthrobs who rose to the top of the charts in 1997 with the mega-hit, ‘MmmmmBop’” Hanson. Why are they on my iPod? Because they are good. Seriously. I saw them live a few years ago at the Rave when I went to see a friend of mine, Pat McGee, who was doing support for them on the Midwest leg of their tour. I was blown away. They flippin rocked, as Greg Koch would say, “like demons of the day and of the night.”

In January of this year, I was in Boston tech-ing for the “Hot Stove. Cool Music” show at the HOB. The headliner for the evening was the new quasi-supergroup, “Tinted Windows”, comprised of Bun E. Carlos of Cheap Trick; James Iha from Smashing Pumpkins; Adam Schlesinger from Fountains of Wayne; and lo and behold, none other than Taylor (the middle) Hanson, on lead vocals.

“Laughing Out Loud” – The Wallflowers

The Wallflowers are best known as the band fronted by Jakob Dylan, son of Bob Dylan. Their first album, “Bringing Down the Horse”, pretty much kicked ass. It spawned four Billboard Top 10 hits – One Headlight, The Difference, Three Marlena’s and 6^th Avenue Heartache. They also won two Grammy’s in 1998.

I was lucky enough to open for them at Summerfest back in 2001. I remember keyboardist Rami Jaffee backstage watching the show in a big floppy hat. Our final song of the set was the Head East classic, “Never Been Any Reason.” Rami was practically freaking out (really, it’s Head East. Who wouldn’t be?). He ran one stage and squeezed in with Jerry, our keyboard player, and finished the song with us. It was pretty cool.

“Roulette” – Bruce Springsteen

Given the extremely large number of Springsteen songs on my iPod, the statistical probability of one popping up was pretty much a given. I am just glad it wasn’t a song from his latest album, “Working on a Dream”, which in my opinion pretty much sucks.

“Roulette” is an outtake from The River session and was on the B-Side of “One Step Up”. Side note: Paul Cebar does a KILLER cover version of “One Step Up”. It starts with a furious drum beat, then continues with Bruce’s searing Telecaster sound and so many lyrics that Bruce can hardly keep up with the pace of the song. It’s a deep cut that shows up in concerts on a very rare basis. I’ve been witness to it only twice and in both instances the energy was as intense as the song itself.

“That’s All It Took” – Gram Parsons & The Fallen Angels w/Emmylou Harris

I was getting into alt-country singer/songwriters like Jeff Tweedy (Wilco), and Ryan Adams when Anjl Rodee, an original member of “kb’smidlifecrisis”, turned me on to Gram Parsons. I didn’t know much about him, other than he was the guy who replaced David Crosby in the Byrds, hung out with the Stones, did a lot of drugs and OD’d in the early 70’s.

Before he died, he went country. “That’s All it Took is a duet with Emmylou Harris and sounds like it was cut right out of the George Jones/Tammy Wynette/Buck Ownes/Porter Wagoner songbook. However, not all his music was hardcore old country. Listening to his material, it’s easy to see how his writing and style influenced a lot of the alt-country artists of today.

“My Last Name” – The Ranch

I was recording some music for a client in Nashville with a very gifted producer Jansen Press, who was a guitar player with Angie Aparo, Mary Karlzen, and other Nashville based artists. We needed a session bass player, so Jan called his friend Jerry Flowers, this 6 foot something bald guy.

As with most Nashville players, it only takes him about 20 minutes to lay down the entire bass line for the song. Zip in, zip out – just like going into Wisconsin. After Jerry leaves, Jan says “He used to be in this kick a$$ country band called The Ranch”, who played in bars around here. They actually got signed one night playing in this bar on Broadway.” I buy the CD and it blows me away. Totally rocking new country. Great picking and awesome harmonies. Oh…I forgot to mention, the front man for The Ranch was Keith Urban. So now I can say, Keith Urban’s bass player is playing on my song “I Want You Tonight”.

So those are my 5 songs and my 5 stories. Try it yourself. It’s pretty fun to do. Send me lists and your stories. You can respond here, do it via the 96.5 WKLH Facebook page, Twitter @kb965, or email me at kb@wklh.com .

Open Letters to Annoying People

2010-02-02T14:20:00.000-08:00

I tend to get annoyed with things that really aren’t worth getting annoyed over. It’s just the way I am. I really never do anything about it, other than point it out on the my radio show. I’ve never been one to write letters to the editor or follow traditional channels to voice my opinion. It’s time to change that. Here are my open letters to people that need a little wake up call.

Dear Cast of “The Jersey Shore”

Your 15 minutes are up.

Dear Man vs. Food Guy:

Puke on camera. Just once.

Dear President Obama:

Enough with the “blame everything on Bush” rhetoric. You sound like a broken record. And for the record, I hated him too.

Dear Nancy Pelosi:

Stop talking to me like I am an eight year-old. And wipe that smug look off your face.

Dear Glenn Beck:

Stop talking to me like I am an eight year-old. And wipe that smug look off your face.

Dear Bruce Springsteen:

Please put out an album that doesn’t suck as bad as “Working on a Dream”.

Dear Tiger:

It’s the network. Get a 2^nd phone next time.

Dear Obsessed Brett Farve Followers:

He doesn't love you anymore. In fact, he never did. Deal with it.

Dear World Cup Soccer Fans:

The only things exciting about your sport are bloody, drunk soccer hooligans. And fires in the bleachers.

Dear Sarah Palin:

Bobby Jindahl called. He said you’re even making him look good now.

Dear Willy Wonka Candy Makers:

The mango and pineapple Runts taste like crap.

Dear Lady GaGa:

Stop it right now.

Dear Facebook Friends:

I love you all dearly, but I’m not going to help you get pigs, or fences or milk cows.

Dear Me:

Lighten up a bit.

Feel free to add your own. Remember to follow me on Twitter @kb965

"Trouble in the Heartland" A Tribute EP Perhaps?

2010-01-30T10:26:00.000-08:00

As a part of my radio station gig, I have to contribute to the Dave and Carole Newsletter. So I entitled the column“At Random”, so I have a lot of flexibility on content – within reason of course. So this week, I am going with an audio “At Random”, and will share a little musical effort of mine.

For several years, I have been messing around in my basement, recording cover versions of some of my favorite songs. Ultimately, a song must start being composed on a single instrument, so I imagine how I would have done it initially and put it on tape. I never thought much about doing anything with them, until I saw what a casual musical acquaintance of mine from Boston, Bill Janovitz (of Buffalo Tom fame), has been doing with his covers. He has created a “cover of the week” blog where he records a cover and shares a personal story that brought him to the song.

It’s a cool idea. So, I am going to "rip it off" I guess. However, I am not going to burden you with a cover every week. They will pop up from time to time. It’s fun for me, and it gets me back in the recording mode. I also have been toying with this idea of putting out a CD of Springsteen covers titled, “Trouble in the Heartland”. I have a few in the can already, so I thought I'd share one.

My first installment - New York City Serenade.

New York City Serenade is off Bruce’s second release, The Wild, The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle, the album most noted for the concert performance epic, Rosalita.

The first time I heard NYCS, I had never been to New York City, but as the lyrics unfolded, I could literally see the alley ways, the tenements, and Billy “sittin low in the back seat of his Cadillac”, somewhere in the middle of a rainy Manhattan night. I was able to put faces to The Fish Lady and the Vibes Man and the entire story played out with the visual look and feel of a Martin Scorcese film. The way Bruce uses words to create imagery is one of the reasons I am drawn to his music. Every song is a novella the listener gets to interpret in their own way. It energizes the mind as well as the ears.

This version is reminiscent of a cover version done by Pete Yorn, a singer-songwriter who has also covered several Springsteen songs. I started messing around with it, futzed with the piano and harmonica and it kind of came together.

I hope you like it. If not, that's cool too.

Click here to listen

New York City Serenade

Random WTH Moments

2010-01-14T15:18:00.000-08:00

What the hell?

Doesn’t it seem as if we say this a lot more than we used to? At least in my life it has become more prevalent. I find myself constantly amazed by the things people do and say without taking those around them into consideration.

We run into these people every day, everywhere. We all know them. And in some instances we are them. In fact, it would be arrogant to think that other people aren't looking at us and saying, "what the hell?"

So I have begun journaling “what the hell” moments that I encounter, and from time to time I will be sharing them with you in the Dave and Carole Newsletter. You may agree with some, you may disagree with others. I encourage you to share them with us. It’s fun, and believe it or not, it causes ourselves to stop and take note of our own actions so we don’t become someone else’s “what the hell”.

Location: La Guardia - Security Line

While standing in a long security line, a man proceeds to open a can of gefilte fish and snack away. It is the foulest odor to have ever been subjected to. I would describe it as the smell of a one ton pile of rotting fish on a 90/90 (90 degrees and 90% humidity) day. Can’t you wait until you’re away from the line and humanity?

Location: La Guardia – Boarding Process

For those of you who have flown on a regular, or semi-regular basis, you are familiar with the boarding process. They start at the back of the plane and work their way forward. So, if you are seated in one of the back rows, and have a carry-on, you place it in the overhead near your seat – IN THE REAR OF THE PLANE! It does not go in the first overhead compartment you see up front. Why? Because I am sitting in 3A and that is where MY CARRY ON GOES! Now I am stuck going back to 13C to stow my bag, subsequently screwing up the entire de-boarding process and being made to wait until everyone is off the plane, just because you don’t want to carry your little roller bag 27 rows.

Location: Next door to me

Why did you bury a dead golden retriever on the property line next to my house? Obviously, it’s better than burying a live golden retriever, but nevertheless, you still buried a golden retriever on the property line next to my house.

I don’t care if you read this. Why? Because you buried a golden retriever on the property line next to my house.

Location: Church

A woman’s cell phone rings. It happens right? We have all forgotten to turn the ringer off or put it on vibrate at one time or another. But lady, when it rings, how about a sense of urgency in trying to locate it. And for god’s sake, DON’T ANSWER IT, proceed to get up, leave the pew and walk to the vestibule to finish the call, while continuing to talk as you walk through the congregation. God hates you now.

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Pass the chips Mr. "Late-in-life I think I am going to do a triathlon" guy.

2009-10-22T12:37:00.001-07:00

So many annoyances, so little time.

Before I begin, I would like to make one thing perfectly clear. When I write my little rants about people, it is NOT a description of one particular individual. Nor is it a description of anyone I know personally. It is simply an account of the collective behaviors of a variety of individuals involved in a shared activity.

Also, don’t call me a hater. I am not a hater, I prefer to say I am mildly observant.

Now that I have gotten that out of the way, let us proceed. After careful consideration I now present to you my latest person that I find annoying – the “late-in-life, I am training for a triathlon” guy.

Many of you will say, the only reason this guy annoys me, is because I am not physically fit enough to complete one of these events. To which I respond - you are absolutely, 100% correct. In addition, I don’t want to. And the reason I don’t can be summed up in two words – it’s hard.

Why at my age would I ever say to myself, “I think I want to do the Ironman”. Why would I want to give up all my free time, cheeseburgers, and the comfort of laying on the couch watching “Rehab. Party at the Hard Rock Hotel”. I have nothing to prove to myself. If I want to feel rewarded by physical accomplishment, I will do it vicariously by pledging 10¢ a mile to a co-worker who is walking to raise awareness for the trendy disease du jour. It’s a win-win. They get money and I become aware of their cause, and feel a sense of personal reward knowing I have done something kind and generous.

If you want to train for a triathlon, by all means knock yourself out. But do me a favor and don’t tell me about it EVERY SINGLE TIME I see you. It’s obnoxious and annoying. You wouldn’t go up to a cancer patient and say, “I think I am going to grow my hair out”, would you? Then say to me “I am going to do a triathlon”, when you know damn well I can’t.

Furthermore, you don’t have to constantly tag the phrase “…because I am training for a triathlon” on the back of every sentence. For example, when you’re standing at an hors d’ourves table watching me pile my plate with little weenies, cheese chunks and spinach dip, don’t say – “That looks good. I’d have some myself but I’m…TRAINING FOR A TRIATHLON”. Don’t go ordering a club soda at the bar and then proclaim loudly, “I’d really like a glass of red wine, but I’ve had to give it up ever since I started…TRAINING FOR A TRIATHLON”. Keep it to yourself. Better yet, go hang out with all your other “training for a triathlon” friends and spend the evening talking miles, carbo-loading, split times and target heart rates.

And don’t be calling yourself a tri-athlete either. Unless you have been a tri-athlete for most of your life, you can’t call yourself a tri-athlete just because you signed up for one next March. Until you complete it, you aren’t a tri-athlete. And even then, you’re still not a tri-athlete. You’re just a person that has done a triathlon.

Last, but not least, if you are doing the triathlon to get in shape, for god’s sake don’t start wearing the lycra shorts until you ARE in shape. That extra 30 pounds hanging over the rolled over waistband is disgusting. It is reminiscent of a Pizza Hut Stuffed Crust Pizza. I am going to go out on a limb and add that the aerodynamic benefits of a tight fitting triathlon suit aren’t going to shave 3 minutes off your time.

So if you’re currently over 40 and have just decided that you are going to finally do that triathlon, put a sock in it and pass the taco dip if you’re not going to have any.

Brett Farve Silenced By My Facebook Status

2009-10-07T10:07:00.000-07:00

Monday night’s game between the Packers and the Vikings was the most watched ESPN broadcast of all time. It was the classic match-up between a legendary NFL franchise (Packers), and the d-bag, from now on to be referred to as D-Brett, who stabbed them in the back. So before you get started on the Ted Thompson rampage, remember the Packers went back to D-Brett 3 TIMES, offering him a chance to un-retire (April, June and July 2008) and both he and jacked them around. Don’t believe me? Follow the timelines in the press.

But that is neither here nor there.

It has been brought to my attention that I had a voice in D-B’s post-game presser on Monday night. Thanks to dear friend and sportscaster, Dawn Mitchell, who currently works for Fox Sports in Minneapolis.

As a Packer fan, I was a big fan of D-Brett’s. I must admit, I too was upset when he left the Packers. However, when he played for the Jets last year, it didn’t seem to bother me. He was in New York, in the AFC and not a mortal enemy of my home team. He was gone. And I was ok with that. A-Rodg is my boy now. Heck, I lived through Don Horn, Frank Patrick, Jim Del Gaizo, Lynn Dickey, Blair Kiel, Scott Hunter, Rich Campbell, (need I go on?), I know I will survive.

But when D-Brett took the field on Monday night it was wrong. Very wrong. It sucked. It was the Vikings. How could anyone do that? He said it wasn’t revenge. Bullsh*t. It was all revenge, and in “sticking it to Ted Thompson”, he stuck it to thousands of Packer fans that supported him while he was a drug addict, through his many indiscretions in the back rooms of several Milwaukee night clubs, his horrendous post-season, won-loss record since the 1996 Super Bowl, and the interception against the Giants in the NFC Championship Game.

I’d like to say that it surprised me, but it didn’t. All that matters to D-Brett is D-Brett. Not even Ellie Mae, Jethro, Uncle Jed and the rest of his possum, er, ah…posse.

But it still hurt.

Anyway, back to the press conference. Seeing him so excited on the field infuriated me. He wasn’t supposed to like it that much. That was our “sex face”, not the Vikings fans. It made me feel dirty and used. So I posted my feelings on Facebook.

“Watching this game is like watching an ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend. AND she's happier than she ever was with you. And you say, well, I'm happy for her. But deep down you're really not. Isn't there a WNBA game on I can watch?”

It’s wasn’t so much that she was with the other guy – she was showing him her “sex face”. And this sex face was a filthier, nastier, “I’ll let you do things to me, that I would never let him do”, sex face. It was like a knife through the heart, stomach and back.

Apparently, Dawn saw my post on Facebook and decided to throw it at Brett in the press conference. A question which CONFUSED D-Brett. Go figure. His response was, “I don’t know if I even know how to respond to that”. And he shouldn’t know how to respond to it. You would have to have some type of consideration for those around you to craft a response. But, since he never thought about anyone other than himself, he was rendered speechless. Score – KB!

I suppose that one day I will be able to see him again and not be bothered. Kind of like finding an old crush on Facebook, who is now fat and ugly and you ask yourself, “What did I ever see in her? Damn, she really let herself go. I am so glad, I didn’t end up with her.” It makes you feel better. But remember, she is probably saying the same about you.

Dear Reformed Smoker - STOP WHINING!

2009-10-01T11:14:00.000-07:00

Dear Reformed Smoker:

Stop your whining.

We are all very proud of the fact that you quit smoking. It’s tough to do. I know because I used to smoke myself. But do you know what makes my smoking cessation different than yours?

I don’t feel compelled to spend the rest of my life lecturing other smokers about how they should quit smoking and how smoking infringes on their rights and health, blah blah blah blah. I don’t do that fake little “cough, cough” when I am next to a smoker who legally has every right to be there. If the law says they can smoke – they can smoke. It is up to ME to move, not them.

I don't quote every single medical fact about smoking. I know smoking causes cancer. That's why I don't smoke anymore. Because I don't want to get cancer. But if someone else wants to get cancer, who am I to stop them?

The unwritten law of smoking and non-smoking works like this. Whoever is there first, wins. If you are a smoker and you sit down next to a non-smoker who was there first, you can’t smoke. If you want to smoke, it is incumbent upon you to find other smokers and smoke by them. Even if that means going outside to smoke because the place you are in is smoke-free. Something just dawned on me. Obama is a smoker. Do you think he has to go outside and sit on the loading dock with the other smokers that work at the White House? "So what are you doing this weekend Barack?"

But I digress.

On the other hand, if you are a non-smoker and you sit down next to a smoker, you have no right to tell him not to smoke. It is incumbent upon you to go to a non-smoking area. You were the one who decided to sit next to a smoker. So you deal with the consequences. If you are a non-smoker and you go into a restaurant and the non-smoking wait is 45 minutes, but the smoking wait is immediately and you choose to sit immediately, then deal with it.

I just realized that what I have described in the last few paragraphs is something that is quite rare in today's society. It's called - consideration. Imagine that. Having respect for another person. What an interesting concept.

Personally, I like smokers. They are fun. They have gravelly voices that entertain me. They drink a lot. They are risk takers. Unfortunately, they hang out in places where other people smoke. And I end up smelling like smoke, which I dislike, but it's not going to stop me from letting them smoke. Nor is it going to make me think any less of them because they smoke. I just won't go where I don't want to go. Simple as that.

So to you reformed smokers – shut it. You used to smoke. You are the tobacco equivalent of a serial killer that has found god on death row. And no matter what you believe, you don't have the right to initiate the jihad against people that chose to light up.

What the Hell - The Journey Begins with "The Naked Shaver"

2009-09-28T17:02:00.000-07:00

What the hell!!

This page is dedicated to the behavior of people that make you say "what the hell?", as in "What the hell are you thinking?", or "what the hell are you doing.?"

We run into these people every day, everywhere. We all know them. We may be them. In fact, it would be pretty arrogant to think that other people aren't looking at us and saying, "what the hell?"

But it doesn't matter. Because this is a view from my world.

So who are "what the hell" people?

People that are inconsiderate of others but staunchly believe the world must be considerate of them. The loud cell phone talker in a public place guy; the "how dare you take my pool chair even though I just got here" guy;

Basically, a-holes.

So to you I say "What the Hell?"

So who is the first "What the Hell?"

The "Bad Locker Room Ettiquette" Guy

No man should ever be so comfortable with his own body that he can stand in front of locker room vanity completely naked and shave. Just so we get this straight – I don’t want to ever see your junk. I don’t know what is more disturbing – having to see your junk or the fact that you aren’t considerate of the fact that no one else wants to see your junk.

If you still don’t get why your privates need to be kept private, let me spell it out for you. For starters, it looks like you are dragging a Crown Royal bag between your legs and I am not even going to say anything about the peen. It goes without saying that it needs to be kept covered - especially if you’ve got the turtleneck. They hand out towels at the door. Use it.

Let's move on to the sauna or the steam room and say hi to "Mr. Lay Down Naked on the Bench" Guy. He is a close relative of the naked shaver. Don't do it. It makes you look really creepy. Even worse than the naked shaver. Why? Because you are laying down. Oh...and by the way, please refrain from the deep sighs while you are in there. We know it's hot. That is why we went in there, so please keep your labored breathing to yourself. K? K.

And keeping with the locker room theme, how about you Mr. “I have to set my gym bag down on the bench so no one else can sit down” guy. In case you didn’t know, benches are for sitting, not your gym bag, so put it on the floor. I need to sit down on the bench to tie my shoes shoes or put on a pair of socks and it’s pretty difficult to do with your gym bag and it's contents sprawled all over the place. And your junk best not be hanging out either or there's gonna be trouble.

Next up on my hit list...The Reformed Smoker.