Back In the Saddle

A lot has happened in the world since my last post. I am now going to run through some of the items that have piqued my interest in the past month.

First off, I would like to congratulate my dear friend and brother from a different mother, Georges St. Pierre for his victory over Matt Hughes at UFC 65 for the Welterweight Title. Georges looked razor sharp and will keep that title for a long time to come.

Apparently some dumb fucking woman in the US microwaved her baby to death. I am numb with disbelief and rage. Mostly rage. Shoot this bitch out of a cannon.

Common sense prevails! OJ will no longer get his book released, nor will his TV special be aired. It is nice to know that corporate responsibility still exists. What? They cancelled it only after boycotts of News Corp and its subsidiaries were being organized? The almighty dollar, evidently the moral compass of the 21st Century.

The newest member of the Stupid Fucking Whore Club is Britney Spears. She has received her tiny dog, oversized sunglasses and home lobotomy kit in the mail. Unfortunately, due to the ever - rising costs of being a Stupid Fucking Whore they were unable to include underwear in this year’s kits.

Speaking of the Stupid Fucking Whore Club, does Lindsay Lohan not realize that she does not belong? She has something the others don’t – talent. Although it is very weird that she seems to be living her life based on a movie, rather than the other way around – anyone see Mean Girls?

I saw Borat. I peed a little. I also took with me the knowledge that I was witnessing one of the greatest social experiments ever conducted.

I have always longed to experience the ‘60s. In the wake of Kramer losing his mind and the cops finding time to pump 50 shots into three unarmed black men and an 87 year old black woman, this is not exactly what I had in mind.

And finally, I am willing to admit that I find this whole Russian spy poisoning to be awesome. Finally - some creativity within the realm of international assassinations. The car bomb was getting very passé.