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Thursday, March 27, 2003
so the war has started, but don't expect me to join the chorus of "we're there so let's support it." no way. want to support our troops? then get them out of that hell hole and back home to their families and friends where they belong.

enough about that.

now george w. bush and his goon platoon say they don't want the united nations involved in reconstructing a post-war iraq, outside of providing humanitarian assistance. how's that for "compassionate conservatism?" we occupy a nation, while the rest of the world feeds the hungry and provides medicine for the sick and clothes the needy.

wow. isn't it amazing how much love and compassion our commander in chief possesses?

i really don't understand these guys. i mean, i understand they want to "liberate" the iraqi people by imposing their own puppet governement in there, but without the rest of the world legitimizing this government, it is destined to fall apart, and iraq will once again be ruled by the gun... and fear. that's what's gonna happen if the u.n. is shut out of the reconstruction process.

russian foreign minister igor ivanov said the other day that this american-led war is "doomed to fail." i think he's right. not from a military standpoint, but from a diplomatic one based on the way things are going.

by Rusty at 6:26 PM

Wednesday, March 19, 2003

by Norman Conquest at 12:57 PM

So it looks like we're a-goin' to war. More fire, more destruction. Yee-haw.

God must be really busy lately. I mean, Herr Protektor Bush is on that holy phone to gawd and jeebus every day, asking him to guide his hand (delirium tremens suck). On the other side of the world Saddam is begging Allah to vanquish his foes and predicting a stunning victory over the Coalition of the Reluctant.

Meanwhile, millions of people around the world are jamming those celestial phone lines to convince God to call the whole thing off. I just hope somebody up there is listening.

It has occurred to me lately that God seems like the kind of guy who makes a lot of crazy promises He can't possibly keep. Instead of a musclebound, white-haired Olympian avatar yoked with a superhuman task--like Atlas or Sisyphus--he more closely resembles a shabbily-clad mountebank who peddles his magick elixir from town to town as a cure-all for all that ails mankind. I mean, he's assured sure-fire victories to everybody from King Philip to Adolf Hitler to the St. Louis Rams. He's such a personal, anthropomorphic God that his countenance ALWAYS resembles his chosen people--Chuck Heston and NOT Yuul Brenner, in case you're wondering. Everybody seems to know what he's saying, too, on every subject, at all times. Unfortunately, you have to pay men in suits a lot of money to get that privileged information...and you have to do EXACTLY as they say, even if it's contradicted by the extensive Rule Book.

I used to think God's number was unlisted--I'm convinced it's a 555.

by Norman Conquest at 11:08 AM

Wednesday, March 12, 2003
i'd like to give this week's "fuck-you-in-the-face award" to u.s. rep. bob ney (r-ohio).

mr. ney is the chiarman of the u.s house of representatives administration committee, which is responsible for all operations for the u.s. house.

earlier this week, he declared french fries and french toast will no longer be served in the house cafeteria. instead, our representatives will be eating freedom fries and freedom toast. mr. ney did not need a committee vote to implement this change (thankfully).

it's one thing if some hick in north carolina wants be a dope and start serving freedom fries in his restaurant, for a u.s. rep to do it is a waste of my tax dollars. it makes the government look silly.

does mr. ney realize that we are talking about dropping real bombs and killing real people? and he's whining about fried potatos!

hey mr. ney! is chinese checkers banned in the capital yet? or russian salad dresssing?

by Rusty at 5:17 PM

Monday, March 10, 2003
A Dozen Reasons Why Larry King Hates Me So...

War war war war war war. I'm getting so sick of all the daily rabblebabble that even I'm wanting-- to quote troglodyte knuckledragger & Britney Spears-banger Fred Durst-- "this war to go away as quickly as possible." Everybody and their mother knows war with Iraq is inevitable, regardless the number of U.N. Security Council votes or Code Pink protesters or who allows us to build military stations within their country. With the 101st Airborne already in the Gulf, and the 1st Cavalry having been deployed last week, shit will begin certainly within two weeks. Bring on the apocalypse, Mama, I'm ready......... I was reading in Foreign Policy magazine that Germany & France count approximately 10 million Muslims among their citizenry, while approx 750,000 Jews call said countries home. No wonder neither country wants to poke the Arab Street with their military dick.......... So some of the "Human Shields" left Iraq after feeling that they had been taken advantage of by the Iraqi government, who had been stationing them in strategic sites of their own discretion. You idiots! What did you really expect, that you would be protecting animal shelters &orphanages? If you were really serious about being human shields you would have gladly hugged the Al Sammoud missile silo that Tarik Azziz assigned you to while the cluster bombs fell like rain.......... Speaking of Human Shields, Dipshit Deepak Chopra suggested that Pope John Paul II and the Dalai Lama would make the best Human Shields. Of course they would, Dipshit Chopra! With the two most powerful spiritual leaders gone to seed, you could seriously capitalize on the seeming dearth of faith! Bring on "Psychic" Douchebag John Edwards while you're at it.......... Did anyone else notice that no one at the Grammys paid tribute to the nearly 100 rock fans who died the week before?.......... I tell you what, Roy Jones Jr is damn impressive. Middleweight champ, super middleweight champ, light heavyweight champ, and now heavyweight champ after handling John Ruiz a few weeks ago. But Lennox Lewis would eat his jock if they ever fought. You can't give forty pounds to van opponent and not expect to get creamed like dinerstyle corn pudding.......... Gina Gershon sang lead vocals for GnR alum Izzy, Slash, Duff and Matt Sore-end at Sundance some weeks ago. Gawd that's hot. I would lick the sweat from the inside of her leather pants in a coca-beat.......... Someone please tell QOTSA that Tommy Lee is a natural fit on drums for them. No dis to the very capable Joey Castillo, but I would pay serious dollarage to see T. Lee lay waste.......... The rumor mill says H-town is remaking Peckinpah's "Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia," starring Benecio "Mumbles" del Toro. If this is true, I will personally geni-torture & scalp-burn the first studio exec I see when I'm out there at the end of the month.......... Springtime nears, so break out those sunlamps & penispumps!

by Dusty at 6:06 PM

Wednesday, March 05, 2003
And I'm never going back to my old school...

I don't normally post anything sports-oriented...Toilet and Rusty have more athletic acumen than I do. But this is such a Kenneth Lay of a FUBAR I feel compelled to comment on the situation...

Everything was going fairly well for the St. Bonaventure men's basketball team until last week, when the NCAA discovered that center Jamil Terrell failed to meet NCAA junior college transfer guidelines. Indeed--the guy needed an associate's degree, and he only had a welding certificate from a junior college. Under NCAA rules, St. Bonaventure was forced to forfeit their Atlantic-10 conference victories (6 of them), which essentially killed their bid for a berth in the A-10 finals. This was bad enough, but the team (with the blessing of the administration) voted to capitulate the remainder of the season.

I don't know about you, but I think this really sucks!!!

The most salient vignette of the story is the image of an entire college team agreeing to walk out on the last two games of their season. Perhaps more damaging than any future injunction or fine the NCAA will levy against Bonaventure is the newly minted conventional wisdom that my school is populated by quitters, cheats, liars, and losers--and sore losers at that. I know the members of the men's team were upset, but there are more mature ways to handle disappointment than that. Not that coach Jan van Breda Kolff or university president Robert J. Wickenheiser have served as stellar examples of moral rectitude in this debacle. Their behavior throughout this whole ordeal has been nothing short of embarrassing for Bonaventure students and alumni alike.

This is fully the administration's fault--from incompetent, craven coach van Breda Kolff all the way up to those pharisees, the Board of Trustees, and their feckless marionette Wickenheiser. The team should have turned their invective against the administration, not the NCAA or college hoops fans. Imagine the size of the brass ones Dr. Wick and Coach van Breda Kolff must have--accepting a player who obviously didn't have anything NEAR the required Associate's Degree, and thinking they could just toss the whole issue down the Memory Hole before the NCAA's bloodhounds began sniffing around the backyard. Not only are they guilty of professional malfeasance, but of academic dishonesty as well. I know if I had shown up at the Admissions office at Bonaventure a decade ago with nothing more than a course completion receipt for my transcript I would have been escorted out of the building faster than I entered.

Ultimately,this poses a larger, "Big Picture"-type dilemma for St. Bonas. Rules are rules, the saying goes, and if St. Bonaventure doesn't like the rules regarding academic eligibility, well, maybe they have no fucking business playing Division I basketball! For too long the school has been trying to restore the luster of the rapidly greening trophies of its NIT victories from time immemorial. Collegiate basketball has changed a lot since the NIT's heyday in the seventies, but the university, sadly, has not. It is still a small liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere, and simply doesn't have the sort of recruitment program required to build a powerhouse team. Yet, St. B stubbornly clings to the notion it could rebuild the temple, as it were.

Instead of cutting academic programs and D.II and III sports for the sake of propping up an potempkin DI basketball program, the university should get back in the business of education again. It's really the only way to salvage what remains of the school's reputation and restore some of the pride that's been so thoughtlessly squandered in the last week.

"My heart goes out to the players," Wickenheiser said. Fuck you, you worthless charlatan, you don't even have a heart. The only god you worship is Mammon, and you have forever tarnished the reputation of a fine school in your avarice (one of the "seven deadly sins"...surely you've heard of them?). Having the SBU team flip the NCAA the bird by proxy was a completely classless gesture, too--it really bespeaks your legendarily imperious and passive aggressive nature. Once you do finally decide to address the public, Mr. Wickenheiser, please...for once in your tenure as university president, do the right thing--RESIGN. And take the trustees with you.

I'll not lavish one dime on my alma mater until I see that you have left town for good.

by Norman Conquest at 4:52 PM