Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Tribune Co. CEO Sam Zell is an asshole

That's right you're a money grubbing asshole. The Tribune company for years has been mismanaging the Cubs and now this.

http://www.suntimes.com/news/metro/814904,CST-NWS-wrig27.article

Note Sam Zell doesn't have the balls to run these comments in his own fuckin' paper the Tribune. What are you afraid of backlash? Seriously thouse of you who subscribe to the Tribune you should switch to the Sun Times... especially if you like baseball reporting.

Sam Zell you are a steaming pile of smelly, runny, dog poop, covered in malaria infested tsetse flies. Go ahead... rename the stadium... but ya can't change the sign out front that says Wrigley field cause ya can't... it's a landmark dipshit.

"A first-ever measure for a major professional sports venue in America, the designation protects Wrigley's exterior and unique features—its ivy-covered brick walls, marquee, grandstands, and manually operated scoreboard—but does not specify how the building must be used."

Hopefully those on the other side of the Landmark debate will decide that maybe full landmark status wouldn't be so bad. If just to stick it to Sam Zell. Make his precious assets loose a little value.

If you're in Chicago and you happen to see this asshole:


Remember it's Sam Zell and you should give him a piece of your mind. Note the lame Abraham Lincoln beard... this is because hair doesn't grow on his upper lip, or his balls... wait that's his head, note the money grubbing fingers clutching at dollar bills.... be careful, he does have a tight grip. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll have a heart attack... maybe whoever takes over at the Tribune will have a sense of history and respect for the fans who gave them so much fucking money.

Here's what this guy thinks of the news, a business he's in... thank you FCC for changing your regulations.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDy7vn7-LX4

We're also talking about an real estate billionaire who blames Obama and Clinton (I shit you not) for the current economic woes. Asshole, you're in real estate... you're one of the reasons for the subprime loan mess (which he calls manageable... while real humans lose their homes because of the predatory practices of the subprime lenders) and you have the audacity to blame two decent human beings for the problems your kind caused. Seriously Sam Zell... you can die... the world does not need your species. I'm not advocating anything but the good lord taking him (pray for me, Kentucky lady) and delivering him into the hell he belongs.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

More Clinton stuff..

More yellin' and screaming from the Clinton's now about mailings.

From Associated Press.

"One says her plan for universal coverage would "force" everyone to purchase insurance even if they can't afford it. Her plan requires everyone to be covered, but it offers tax credits and other subsidies to make insurance more affordable." This is the only difference in their health plans... She's attacked his plan for saying it's not "universal" his counter is that her's is forced.


The second
"The second mailing, on the North American Free Trade Agreement, quotes a 2006 Newsday article suggesting Clinton believed the agreement had been a "boon" to the economy. NAFTA and other trade agreements are extremely unpopular in Ohio, which has suffered an exodus of blue-collar jobs to other countries in part due to such agreements."

I believe I talked about this this morning. Hilary is campaigning on shuitting down NAFTA when she voted to increase it (adding PERU) just last year.

I don't see this as dirty tactics.

Meanwhile her closing remarks at the debate where she refered to Barak Obama's speeches as "Hope you can Xerox" yeah that's in quotes. Her closing remarks took two lines from bill clinton and one from Edwards,.

Hillary's tactics are to make him look like he's attcking her... The whole karl rove coments are far more inflamatory than anything Obama through out there,

Quotes from Hillary
"enough with the speeches and the big rallies and then using tactics that are right out of Karl Rove's playbook."

She said by his actions, Obama was giving "aid and comfort to the very special interests and their allies in the Republican Party who are against doing what we want to do for America."

The flyers:
NAFTA:

http://blog.cleveland.com/openers/2008/02/1obma.pdf

Health Care:

http://www.foxnews.com/projects/pdf/ObamaHealthCareMailer.pdf

Friday, February 22, 2008

The Magnetic Fields


Saw the Magnetic Fields last night at town hall (the best sit down concert hall here in new york by the way). Their new album, Distortion aptly named, sounds like a mixture of their usual soft love schlock (and I say schlock in the nicest way possible) mixed with the Jesus and Mary Chain's PsychoCandy. But there was none of that last night... they pulled all the distortion out of Distortion and played their new songs in the same sweetly ironic style that has become their signature move. They played alittle bit of everything from the many possibilities of Stephin Merritt's song catalog. They played old stuff like Take Excstasy with me, a few tunes off I and 69 love songs (Yeah, Oh Yeah! being a particular favorite of mine). They also played some Future Bible Heroes, some 6ths, some stuff off of Showtunes, and even a song for Lemony Snickett.

The best part of the show, for me, is the banter between Claudia Gonson and Stephin Merritt. They argue like an old married couple. Claudia chit-chats on about his and that and this and that, while Stephin grumbles in that deep voice of his under his breath like Archie Buncker. Also charming is Stephin's dislike of noise... going so far as to stick his fingers in his ears while walking off stage and bowing to the croud. If you ever want to go see a show and laugh about love, and believe me I think we all should... go see the Magnetic Fields.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

One other thing about western Kentucky

I was near Paduka Kentucky so I attempted to look up one of my friends. Chris Schwegman. Chris Schwegman. Chris Schwegman. Chris Schwegman.

There hopefuly if any one googles Chris Schwegman my blog will come up. Cause if there is one friend I would like to find it's Chris Schwegman. If you know Chris Schwegman or you are Chris Schwegman leave a comment how I can get in touch with Chris Schwegman. I won't publish the comment but I would like to say hi. Anyway it's the Kentuky-Illinois Chris Schwegman I want to talk to.

Jesus is my hitman

I had to take a trip to western Kentucky for a funeral. It was an awe inspiring experience. I was amazed at the sheer lack of independently run businesses there. For the most part it was just chain store after chain store after chain restaurant after chain fast food place. EEEEEK. I will have to say my country fried steak and biscuits and gravy at the Cracker Barrel was excellent.

The people were different as well. A woman, who reminded me of a religious zealot version of Betty White, attempted to convert me to whatever brand of Christianity she was. She drove this gigantic van with biblical passages up in the windows, and her Van was always parked diagonally across two spaces.

She started by assuming I was atheist and I assured her she was wrong. I very much so do believe in God. But then she started asking me if I believed in Jesus and the bible etc. etc. I have never been much for the hocus pocus of organized religion. One story about a burning bush didn't seem more believable than another about aliens coming to earth and living in my blood, or another about a supreme being made flesh, or even the much ballyhooed flying spaghetti monster.

http://www.venganza.org/

Regardless of my own belief the conversation turned to the power of prayer. I kept my mouth shut out of respect (those of you who know me know how ridiculously hard that can be for ole' billy boy) and listened to this woman's story.

She looked about 70 with big frizzy gray hair. She had intense eyes. Imagine if Mike Singletary as an old nun and he just caught you just got caught talking in church. Now also imagine a slightly condescending southern drawl. She spoke quietly, but sternly and mater of factly, as though there was no doubting her words.

"Do you believe in prayer" she asked me, not really expecting an answer but soaking up the silence she paused. "I know that prayers real.... You know how I know?" her voice questioningly trailed up as she let another one of those eerie silences filly the funeral parlor. "Well my grand niece... my honors student grand niece took up with this horrible man." She said horrible with that was only a southern woman can to express total disgust. "He was an alcoholic, and a doper. He smoked dope. So I prayed to Jesus Christ. I prayed to the Holy Spirit that he mend his ways, or that the good lord would just take him. And do you know what happened? Do you know what happened?" she said again poking me with a folded hand much like my own grandma would when making a point. "Three months later he died in his sleep."

I could not believe what had just heard. At a funeral no less she told me that she prayed (or should I say preyed) that God kill someone and he did. So that's the take home message kids. Believe in Jesus and he'll wack you're home room teacher, or maybe the bully who gives you wet willys or maybe you we can all just pray really hard for God to kill all the religious nut jobs in the world... come on God can ya help us out?