Who doesn’t love a good celebration?
Who cares what for, a gathering of people with smiles on their faces cheering for a common good.
Nothing better than that.
But there’s always that one asshole…
It’s hilarious when someone celebrates too soon, only to lose their “sure victory” at the last second.
If ever there was a reason to celebrate in this tumultuous day and age, it is for Ronin the land mine-sniffing rat who just uncovered his one hundredth mine.
Rock on, Ronin!
Sometimes celebrations turn ugly.
I was on Fourth Avenue in Tucson, just a stone’s throw away from the University of Arizona campus. The Wildcats had just defeated Kentucky in the 1997 national championship basketball game and the crowd started to gather and grow until the entire street was blocked with several cars stuck and unable to proceed.
Music was blasting from several of the college bars that lined Fourth Avenue and booze and funny smelling cigarettes were everywhere. Truth be told, the crowd reminded me of a Guns n’ Roses concert crowd.
Girls on boys shoulders baring their breasts for all to behold.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
But then a couple punks started a car on fire and the next thing you know, all hell broke loose. We were able to sneak away through the back exit of a restaurant just as police started doing their thing with fire and crowd control.
I felt some sadness at the passing of actor Val Kilmer recently. I thought he was a good, but not great, actor.
May he rest in peace.
It’s funny how we get a sense of familiarity with people we have seen in movies or on TV screens and yet, nothing for the other 149,999 people who die worldwide every day.
I guess really not so funny after all.
Another thing, you social media hounds: whenever a story leads with A Harvard scholar thinks…
You can disregard completely.
I know a couple douchebag Harvard grads.
Shut down all-you-can-eat restaurants; As long as we still have truck stops, you can get enough food there and don’t have to be a human swine and eat more than you should only because you are stupid enough to pay for processed, canned and frozen food that offers zero nutritional value.
But you can stuff your gullet with all you can shovel into your piehole.
Bon appetit!
Everyone is afraid to go anywhere and we don’t welcome anyone else into our fiefdom so what does it matter if we strip mine and deforest our National parks?
It looks like that’s part of the New Normal.
So Mexico is banning the use of swords in the “sport” (and I use that term extremely loosely) of bull fighting. If you’ve ever been to a bullfight, the sword is how the bullfighter delivers the death blow to the bull.
How about you idiots find a different sport to cheer?
Leave the bulls alone.
And shut up about “generational talent” like it is something special.
All talent is generational you dumbass.
Stay well.
