Doughts

                                    Septemper 20, @))^

        On my local Fox News tonight, they were interviewing common mugs on the street, getting them to respond to Venuzualean President Hugo Chavez' characterizing George Bush as a Devil, and I love the women who said, "He may be a devil, but he's OUR devil. We don't need some Forner talking about him like that."  God, this lady had such a great smile.

        Remember when we were kids, and we would say, Well if Gorbachev is mad at Reagan, then those two should just put on a pair of gloves and fight each other instead sending us to die?  Nowadays, I honestly believe the dude from Iran, and Chavez, want to beat our President's ass.  How do we feel about that?  It's not like Colin Powell has his back anymore.   What would Con Rizza do?  Beat the Pres. of Iran with one of those black boots she was sporting awhile back?

   sports........My Vikings are a respectable 2-0, while my Browns....play their home games VERY close to the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame.  Don't they sell steroids in Cleveland?   We've got a whole museum dedicated to drunks and drug addicts and the Browns can't score some HGH or the Clear.  Dayme.

The First of Many Doughts

                                    August 26, @))^

           Check out this shit about childhood langquage development. And for all these years I thought it just required watching Soul Train AND American Bandstand.

            When you meet people who don't remember the Challenger explosion, do you clown them or try to work with them? I don't care about your answer, it's just that no matter the answer, you WANT to clown them.

              The ten year old who loved The Spice Girls in 1996 now despises The Pussycat Dolls. And the 10 year old who loves the Pussycat Dolls in 2006 will hate the Cunt Ho Clique in 2014.

              A kid today listening to their old man, "In my day, we had to memorize 9 planets, and we liked it!

            Here's my new neumonic device for anyone born before Iran took hostages... Making Virtual Excellence Means Just Standing Up Now

            Doughts are heavy.

Doughts

                            August 19, @))^

           You need to see this boxer Paul Williams. He's called the unique freak, and I can't mess with it. He's six-one 147lbs and has an 82 inch reach. It's like trying to fight Bruce Lee and he's on stilts.

            He fought 2 time champ Shamba Mitchell tonight and ending up throwing upper cuts once he hammered Mitchell 3 feet from the floor. Incredible.

             I just saw "An Incovenient Truth."  I don't think everyone should see it, only anyone who's been hot at anytime this summer.  If you can stand math you learned in 7th grade, he'll make it clear to you that dialing back our consumption would help us to win the war on terrorism.

              Don't forget this cat I know Steve Tatham. What makes him funny is how he leans toward you when he's cracking a joke.

               Should the media really call JonBent Ramsey a beauty queen?

Where's Edwin Starr When You Need Him?

                  August 6, @))^

      War is good for some people.

      Now there are reports of Tony Blair being aware of Plans for an Israeli invasion of Lebannon BEFORE two soldiers were kidnapped by Hezzbolah.  Is this guy Nostradamus or what?  Back in May of 2005 those Downing street memos showed that he knew we were going to invade Iraq under false pretenses, even though there were no WMD's, and even the ones the U.S. had SOLD Sadaam Hussein no longer had the capability of causing harm.  I hope he plans on telling us when Pakistan is going to invade India. I have some friends whose travel it might effect.  I half expect him to write a column for fantasy football players, alerting folks to when a certain running back might be injured or peeping us to the weather conditions in stadiums for the upcoming year.  I mean this guy seems to know everything.  Did you catch him when Bush spat out the word "shit" during the G8 conference?  He didn't seemed surprised one bit.

    What a waterboy. A carrier of lies. An accent having duplicitous stool for the waste of the Bush administration. 

    He just came to L.A., hooking up with Gov. Steroid to make some sort of agreement regarding gloabl warming.  At least I think it was about global warming. Between the two of them, I understood about every fourth word. So it was either gloabl warming or annihilation. If Schwarzenegger thinks standing next to Blair is like introducing The Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl, the California voter has a message for him come November. "We knew John Lennon. John Lennon was a friend of ours. And Tony Blair...is singing off key."

    Everytime.