Those dumbasses at Spirit Airlines had the balls to at least ask for a bailout (denied) after mismanaging the company into bankruptcy so none of their aircraft were in the sky yesterday.
And I didn’t lose one z of sleep about it…
Iran has issued a public statement about the status of the health of their Supreme Leader, the Ayatollah of Rock-n-Rolla Mojtaba Khamenei.
But do you believe what their government says about the health of their leader?
Hell, we don’t buy the horseshit coming out of Washington, D.C. about the health of our own leaders.
So I guess the answer is no.
I know I get down on people and all the terrible things we are capable of (I also talk about people and all the great things we are capable of) but rich tourists paying to hunt human game during the war in Sarajevo??
Tell me I’m not just reading the script for another Netflix movie.
Iran has responded to the U.S. peace proposal, and the military and diplomatic “experts” are having trouble coming to a consensus on what the response means.
Something about a bullet-proof vest and some dead fish…
Just like the saber-toothed tiger that Fred Flintstone tries to throw out of the house, Luis Miguel Sanchez-Martinez kept coming back.
And getting caught again.
And being thrown out again.
And again.
Finally, after his fifth conviction for DUI, he has been given a sentence commensurate with his blatant disregard for the laws of this country.
Which he might have known were he an actual legal citizen of this country.
Which he is not.
Hopefully he will serve out every day of his 3 ½ year sentence behind bars.
Before we deport him.
A Tampa, Florida police officer was arrested with a BAC over twice the legal limit—-Well, how else was he supposed to get to work?
Runway security is back in the news after some poor soul wandered onto a runway and ended up being sucked into a jet engine. Mark that off as yet another way I don’t want to check out.
As we get older, people who have in one way or another, influenced our lives pass on to the next sphere of existence, whatever and wherever that ends up being.
Bye Bye Betty Broderick.
I remember in 1991 when Magic Johnson, age 32, at the peak of his NBA Hall of Fame career, gave his famous press conference where he was announcing his certain death—a positive AIDS diagnosis.
I looked at my hero behind the microphone and with what limited lens I possessed at the time, was certain he would not be alive soon.
But, with all the crap I give Big Pharma, every so often…
Is it just me, or does it seem that there is now an overabundance of televised sports options from which to select?
I remember we had to watch the NFL Game of the Week films one week late because the film actually had to be flown to our air force base in England.
Stay well.
