The End is Nigh

No more Balducci's in NYC?!?! Now there is NO reason to visit.

OMG I Love This!

Freaky-looking hot dogs. You know, for kids.

Michigan State

Still pumping out the douches.

Black 2001 Saturn SC2. That’s the car I drive — and if you’re a bicyclist on the road but not in a bike path and you see my car, I hope you’re wearing a helmet, because I might run you over.

Taibbi Has a New New Blog

And he's killing:

In other words teabaggers don’t mind paying taxes to fund the salaries of Bolivian miners, Lou Gerstner’s stock options, deliveries of “sailboat fuel,” the Hermes scarves on Sandy Weill’s jet pillows, or even the export of their own goddamn jobs. But they do hate it when someone tries to re-asphalt their roads, or help bail their slob neighbor out of foreclosure. And God forbid someone propose a health care program, or increased financial aid for college. Hell, that’s like offering to share your turkey with the other Pilgrims! That’s not what America is all about! America is every Pilgrim for himself, dammit! Raise your own motherfucking turkey!

Didja Teabag?

Well didja, punk?

OR is the New MI?

No one is safe.

The Rude Pundit:

You've been warned:

There's a giant banner that reads: "Teabagging for America." It had to be teabags. They're easier to carry than loose tea.

So This Evening I Go Out to Walk the Dog...

And I find this guy, frozen in this position at the bottom of my stairs:

Just standing there like a mannequin. To be truthful it wasn't me who discovered this reality of urban existence, instead it was my faithful watchdog Zoee:

...barking like my life was in danger. In my Friday state of mind I conjectured: threat. We slowly moved back into Casa1733, in a very wtf way. Cellphone>>911, "uhhh, there's a mannequin at my steps."

"Pardon me?"

"This guy, he's just standing there like a mannequin."

"Does he need an ambulance?"

"DUDE! You need an ambulance?

He's not responding."

In the meantime, he gets comfortable:

"Chicago Fire Department..."

"Yeah, this guy is frozen like a mannequin in front of my house, unresponsive."

"We're on our way."

Seriously, five minutes later the FD was on this guy like birds of a feather.

Then the ambulance, then the cop:

Needless to say, we stayed in this evening.

I Love the Nuge.

Really, I do. That's mostly because hypocrisy is an acceptable trait now a days. And I may have to sell out one day too, as if. But anyways, Ted Nugent is a huge hypocrite. He rails against drugs as some sort of cleancut image of the perfect Amerikan when it was the use of drugs, with malicious intent beforehand, that kept this pussy out of the Vietnam war. Granted, Uncle Ted would kick my arthritic ass in a Detroit second. But not without a dirty conscious. And that's what I have going for me.

It's Things Like This That Give Me Hope for Detroit.

No city has the groove that D-Town haz.

Let's Talk About the Weed.

You think Teddy Kennedy is 420 friendly?

Why Mt. Redoubt is a Problem:

6 million barrels of crude oil in Alaska's Cook Inlet.

Thank God Sarah Palin is in charge, right?

I WILL Have a Container in My Backyard.

Sadly, the Answer is Not Scott:

Who Smokes the Most Pot in Oregon?

Let's Just Say...

Let's just say you're one of those people who need fear in their lives. Let's face it, these people exist. If you really needed something to fear, terrorism is like monsters underneath your bed, not the most important thing to be worried about:

According to the US Department of Health and Human Services, between 310,000 and 580,000 of us will commit suicide by cigarette this year. Another 260,000 to 470,000 will go in the ground due to poor diet and sedentary lifestyle. And some 85,000 of us will drink to our own departure.
After the person in the mirror, the next most dangerous individual we're ever likely to encounter is one in a white coat. Something like 200,000 of us will experience "cessation of life" due to medical errors - botched procedures, mis-prescribed drugs and "nosocomial infections". (The really nasty ones you get from treatment in a hospital or healthcare service unit.)

The next most dangerous encounter the average American is likely to have is with a co-worker with an infection. Or a doorknob, stair railing or restaurant utensil touched by someone with the crud. "Microbial Agents" (read bugs like flu and pneumonia) will send 75,000 of us to meet the Reaper this year.

If we live through those social encounters, the next greatest danger is "Toxic Agents" - asbestos in our ceiling, lead in our pipes, the stuff we spray on our lawns or pour down our clogged drains. Annual body count from these handy consumer products is around 55,000...

Imagine what the world could look like if we made a conscious choice to live out whatever time we have with courage, compassion, service and joy.

Terrorism is an act of the weak. But so is walking through the airport in our socks.

The Mean Streets of Chicago

They will eat you.

FWIW, I work on this same street.

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