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I remember this one time.....

I was passing through P park on Ocean Parkway with my girl and her friend. It was about 8pm. So I'm waiting for my girl's friend to come out of her house (she lived across from the park) and I knew I shouldn't have been there. See because I hung out with different kids. Kids that hated the Ave. P boys so I was playing with fire a bit. But shit I was just passing through. No harm no foul right?

Surrounding me, he pulls out a knife. They kick me off my bike (Dyno). I say chill out, relax, no need for the knife, put it away and what seems like 20 minutes later he puts the knife away. Then out of nowhere....BAM!!!!! A straight shot to the mouth. I'm woozy, I'm bleeding all over the place. When the blurriness goes away I ask for mercy. I was a small kid at age 13, say maybe 115 pounds, tops. And there were at least 10-13 of them. I tried to run but I had no shot. They surrounded me the same way sharks surround a bucket of chum. My girl and her friend ran were screaming for them to stop.

Down to the floor I just covered my head and hoped for the best. As far as I was concerned I was ahead of the game, I mean shit I talked him out of stabbing me right? It might have lasted anywhere from 2-4 minutes. The result was 2 cracked ribs, a retardedly busted lip (he put a piece of glass between his knuckles when he popped me in the mouth) that I still bear a scar from to this day and bruises everywhere from all the kicks.

I get home. He's in the kitchen, having a snack. What happen? Here come the tears, I'm crying like I just got my balls waxed. WHO DID THIS TO YOU? JESUS CHRIST I HOPE YOU FUCKING KILLED WHOEVER DID THIS TO YOU!!!! LET'S GO. Go where I cry out. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR. Did I have a choice? Of course not.

Pull up to the park. They are all still there, this time more of them. Which one he says....Which one busted your lip like that, it's hangin off you know! I point, that one. Get out of the car. NOO! Cmon NO!!! ANTHONY GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR! Screaming toward the wolfpack, hey you, get over here. Yeah you. So they all come over...but tentatively. They see the man has a crazy look in his eyes. Who did this? Pointing at my face. He says it was you.
Your a tough guy huh? Jumping a 13 year old. Your real fucking tough.

Fight him! What? You and him. Right now, one-on-one. If anyone tries to jump in I'll toss them into the fucking street. Couple of kids in the background run away....I ain't fighting him I say. Why not? Realizing for the first time that I was scared and totally fucked up from getting my ass beat like Tina Turner he says ok, fuck it. I'll fight him. You know what (he starts taking off his jacket) I'll fight all of you, right now!! LETS GO, ALL AT ONCE (making the fighting stance). No one takes his offer. He says fuck it, walks to the car, gets out a wooden bat (1982 Robin Yount bat, I think) and starts chasing kids through the park. They all scatter and run. Far. He swings it wildly, almost got a couple of them. I was afraid he would catch one of them. I never visited anyone in jail before.

On the way to the hospital he tells me that when I get better I'm going to fight that kid one-on-one no matter what. No excuses. I nod. Three weeks later I did. The kid was 17, easily had 30-35 pounds on me. But I was possessed that day. Possessed. Despite the size advantage I beat him up pretty bad and all I walked away with was a knot on my forehead. He was so proud.

As if I was an Olympic fighter. He said I made you fight that kid so that you understand that you can't fear anyone. Fear is a weakness. There's nothing to be afraid of in life. There's no fight that you can't win.

When I was born he got a tattoo on his arm. It was a boxer, with my name under it. It was awesome.

I love you Dad. You were a magnificent son of a bitch.

RIP

Beer and Meat

Aiight I'm back on the regular sked. How bout some Beer and Meat to pop the cherry?

Sleep is precious.
I used to think that sleep was the cousin of death and that it was overated but I'm re-thinking that quicker than you can say "burp".

shout out to VH-1 -- keeping it real with some solid shows
and White Rapper 2 coming back in the near future = pumped

I wanna be a crooner. I can totally sing in a band.
Whilst in Atlantic City a couple of weeks ago I was playing three card poker and right in front of me was a cocktail loungue with a band. The lead singer was really good and was belting out a bunch of songs (you know, 90's pop/R&B/Dance songs) and all I thought to myself was wow, I can totally do that.

Couple of other things I would like to do (this could be an entire post one day, you've been warned):

Air Traffic Controller (maybe not so much anymore)
Sous chef at Pricey Steakhouse
Bridge worker (the one's at the top, stringing cables or painting over rust)
Fishmonger

anyway snap back to reality and i'm sittin next to a fucking polish gollum
betcha there are no polish gollums at the top of the Brooklyn Bridge

The Legal Seafood restaurant chain is A+


RECOOOOO!!!!!!

Killing Pablo I am reading this book now. It will be in theaters 2009.

first and last baby pic

Pre-eclampsia

Some fucked up shit. The reason my wife has a bikini line scar from now til death.

But as this pic states, it was worth it.....





I promised myself I wouldnt post a pic but I had to. Couldn't help it.

Emma Riley

I had a baby girl. No really, I did.
Unfuckingbelievable.

When I catch my breath I'll post.

10 Things I've never done before

1. Never been skydiving

2. Never joined the Mile High club

3. Never had my prostate "milked"

4. Never flew a kite

5. Never smoked weed out of a bong (I'm very distraught about this)

6. Never put anything on "layaway" (despite being broke 90% of my life)

7. Never danced the Tango

8. Never played Yahtzee

9. Never fought a midget

10. Never rocked suspenders

The Summer Wind

R&R

Pa this past weekend. Up by the Poconos. Town called Lake Ariel in a gated community called "The Hideout". It's a nice little getaway. Only about 2-3 hours away. We took a chance on going with the miz el pad being 9 months pregnant but it worked out ok. No woods baby for us.

Plus the guys need a mental break too ya know, I mean I realize your carrying an extra 30 lbs and all but 10 months is a long time for us too. Jus sayin'.

This past weekend included:
Beer, tennis, wiffle ball, basketball, fishing, bike riding, bbq'n, horseshoes, and Bocce Ball .

Good times.

Short and sweet, I got TPS up my ass lately.....

worn like a old sherpa

I'm worn out, got nothing new. Work is a nightmare so I give movie qoutes that make me fell better when i see them. If your looking for something original and clever you got the wrong blog today. As the Chinese say, so sorry.

Glengarry Glen Ross

These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. And to you they're gold, and you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you would be throwing them away. They're for closers.

PUT THAT COFFEE DOWN! Coffee is for closers!

All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me.

You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?

You want to know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes BRASS BALLS to sell real estate.

You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead.

American Psycho

Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can't remember maybe a model, but she's dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. I guess I'll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, meet me at Harry's Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.

I want you to clean your vagina.

A Few Good Men

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

I run my unit how I run my unit. You want to investigate me, roll the dice and take your chances. I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4000 Cubans who are trained to kill me, so don't think for one second that you can come down here, flash a badge, and make me nervous.

Absolutely. My answer is I don't have the first damn clue. Maybe he was an early riser and liked to pack in the morning. And maybe he didn't have any friends. I'm an educated man, but I'm afraid I can't speak intelligently about the travel habits of William Santiago. What I do know is that he was set to leave the base at 0600. Now, are these the questions I was really called here to answer? Phone calls and foot lockers? Please tell me that you have something more, Lieutenant. These two Marines are on trial for their lives. Please tell me their lawyer hasn't pinned their hopes to a phone bill.

End scene.

Pablo

Man I wish they went through with this.

Medellin

34 to 36

I'm not so sure how to go about this. But I have a dilemma.

See, this is kind of the first time this has happened to me. And I want to nip it in the bud now before it's too late.

What am I talking about you ask?

Well, it has come to my attention that I, El Padrino, have put on a few pounds.
Coming from a kid who used to rock a strong six pack it's alarming.

So I bought a bike.

But since my fucking shithole job sucks the blood from my brain I find it hard to rise up at 5:30 am and ride that damn thing. But when I do it's all positive. My routine is to ride the bike about a mile or so to a specific park and treat that park like a gym. Do some chin ups, push ups, stretch out the muslces and other various core excercies. About 45 minutes. Productive but again, waking up is the hardest part.

Part two of my crisis is my diet. I should probably stop eating 4 slices of pizza. I may want to tone down the desserts and I may want to stop eating lunch portions the size of Gaum. Just a thought.

Now I know food. And I know what's good for you and whatnot but with all the fads out there I'm a bit lost. There is no way I am giving up all carbs. So that's out. And one more thing. This diet has to include the daily consumption of beer (and wine). Because if you think for one second that I will be switching to some pussy lite beer or that I will stop drinking beer totally just for some diet your are on crack cocaine.

So if there is no diet out there that can meet my terms I will be forced to use my "knowledge of a little about everything" and create my own. Patent it, write 6 million books, become rich and become the poor man's John Basedow.

beer and meat

Democrats make me sick

what does this guy know that we dont

My beer rotation currently looks like this:

Corona (summertime), Sam Adams summer ale, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, Brooklyn 55' Pennant Ale, Brooklyn Lager, DAB (Dortmunder), and Peroni.

The fucking news is depressing out there.

Now I really don't read but I bought this book because i enjoy travel and travelling and I would like to hit up many many places. I recommend it.
1000 places to see before you die

They got some cool shit in here And even though I'm more interested in what I can do in the states I do want to get around to Italy, every island I can see and Europe (and Australia).
Fuck the muslim shit I want no part of that.

Mama En Feugo (who's linked on the right) is into photography. So this link is for her.
cool nyc phot blog, just keep hitting previous to see more pics

fur dem texas boys that think ny aint got good bbq
i can get anything, i repeat, ANYTHING in nyc

this harry potter shit is nuts, i've never seen any of these movies
should I? isnt it for the chitlins?

man a chipwhich sounds real good right about now

keep the juice loose

In light of Chesnut's astounding 66 dogs in 12 minutes I was perusing this site IFOCE .

Competitive eating is awesome.

That site produced the following Wikipedia searches.

Shoo-Fly Pie

Turduckens

Mince Pie

Kolaches

Jiaozi

Horseshoe sandwich

Fry bread




I'm disgusted but happy.



Carry on.

66 hot dogs but

First let's congratulate Joey Chestnut on bringing back the Mustard Belt to USA!

4th of july used to be my favorite holiday

Until of course Rudolph Giuliani became mayor and vowed to wipe the city clean of fireworks. This had every cop hopped up to bust hard working men for trafficking jumping jacks.
It was a despicable law. For as far back as I can remember I lit fireworks on the 4th of july.
Little shit, nothing crazy. You know, some whistlers, saturn missles, assorted cakes, fountains, firecrackers, pinwheels and helicopters. My pops used to bring home garbage bags full and we used to go down to my unc's house and light every last one of them. Those days are long gone.

I'll leave you with some firework pics. These are the one's live from NY, which is televised on NBC across the country.

Courtesy of Gothamist blog

shower me with gifts minions

Yesterday was the baby shower. Got lots of shit. High chairs, swings, tubs, diapers and all that shit. Great job by all. I would have liked maybe some new grilling tongs or a couple of polo's but hey I understand it's not for me. Looking at the pile of stuff in the empty room in my apartment is making me realize we dont have much time life. Nervous? No. More like aniticipating.

Anyway while the View was at the shower I put on a bbq back at Unc's house for the fellas. It was glorious. Hot, but glorious. Here's a pic.

No we didnt eat raw Italian sausage. I cooked them. Menu was S&P (sausage and peppers), polish kilebasa and brats. For dinner later that afternoon when the ladies came back we had filet mignons, grilled red taters, string bean salad, pasta salad, cayenne shrimp, a couple of focaccia's and rigatoni carbonara.

A+.

First of the the S&P was off the meat rack hotter than a Biggie track. If food were used as currency I'd use the S&P has fifty dollar bills. Yup. Grant's son.

So Corona's, Stella's some red sangria and regular red wine were the beverage options. All that was missing were some waitresses. If they would work for S&P maybe I'd hire them next time.

Mock Draft (NUBA)

Sports post, move along if you don't like it.

1&2 need no explanation, this is why im hot

1. Portland - Oden, C, OSU
2. Seattle - Durant, F, UT
3. Atlanta - Al Horford, F, UF
4. Memphis- Conley Jr., G, OSU
5. Boston - Corey Brewer, G, UF
6. Milwaukee - Joakim Noah, F, UF
7. Minnesota - Brendan Wright, F, UNC
8. Charlotte - Al Thornton, F, FSU
9. Chicago (from New York) - Yi Jianlin, F, China
10. Sacramento - Jeff Green, F, GU
11. Atlanta (from Indiana) - Acie Law IV, G, Tex A&M
12. Philadelphia - Julian Wright, F, Kansas
13. New Orleans - Nick Young, G, USC
14. L.A. Clippers - Rodney Stuckey, G, East. Wash
15. Detroit (from Orlando) - Jason Smith, C, Colorado
16. Washington - Spencer Hawes, C, Wash
17. New Jersey - Glen Davis, F, LSU
18. Golden State - Tiago Splitter, F/C, Brazil
19. L.A. Lakers - Morris Almond, G, Rice
20. Miami - Gabe Pruitt, G, USC
21. Philadelphia (from Denver) - Thaddeus Young, F, Gtech
22. Charlotte (from Toronto via Cleveland) - Marco Benilli, G, Italy
23. New York (from Chicago) - (2) -Sean Williams, C, B.C
24. Phoenix (from Cleveland via Boston) - Daquean Cook, G, OSU
25. Utah - Rudy Fernandez, G, Spain
26. Houston - Javaris Crittenton, G, Gtech
27. Detroit - Wilson Chandler, F, Depaul
28. San Antonio - Jared Dudley, F, B.C
29. Phoenix - Nick Fazekas, F, Nevada
30. Philadelphia (from Dallas via Golden State and Denver) - Demetris Nichols, G, Cuse


Let's talk about it.

White Condiments

I don't like White Condiments. At all. Zip, Zilch, None.

Fuck you Mayo. Fuck you Sour Cream.

While we are at it.....

I don't care for Mustard, not even on a hot Pastrami

I hate salad dressings, mostly cuz they defeat the purpose of eating a salad.
And I don't care if it's Russian or French or if it comes from a Ranch......

Take your Nacho Cheese and leave. Actually I'm not a cheese guy. I may fuck with a little Cheddar or Muenster but other than Mozz (which is the cheese of Jesus) I don't care for it.

I don't like Onions but like the flavor and cook with them all the time.

And I think that about does it. I'm sure I'm missing some items. If I think of anymore I'll re-post or throw them in a Beer and Meat post.

Coney Island

There are some grand plans for Coney Island, the famed Brooklyn beach that rests comfortably in New York City lore. Check out what Thor Equities have in store for the sacred spot. (they better not fuck with Nathans!)

First a little education....Coney Island.

Now here is Thor's website with loose plans to turn Coney Island into a resort town.
The Future of Coney Island

Plans of resorts and crap

It's a huge story here because even though it was a rundown piece of shit place to be it was everyone's childhood memory of an amusement park. When I was a kid we went there, when my father was a kid he went there and when his father was a kid he wished he went there!

I'm a little skeptic of course but what ca i do? I don't have 1.6 billion dollars to stop it so I can only hope they don't fuck it up.

Glad they are keeping the Cyclone running though. Gonna have to hop on that thing for old times sake. If I die on it, so be it.

Yo Soy tu Papi

Fathers day, me, my unc and cuz hit Marine Park for a little basketball. About 9am we head out and play three on three for a couple of hours. It's cool. It's like a father's day tradition. We are all pretty good at basketball so usually we win. Once in awhile we lose but that don't matter. As long as we hoopin' together.

He's tall and is a very good rebounder. My cuz is dead on from beyond the arc and a excellent passer and me, i'm fast to the hole and my jumpshot is money. And we all defend well.

I lived with my unc from 18 til i married so he's like my pops. My dad passed years ago but it's all good cuz of the fam i have. We all tight like Jessica Biel's bootay.

Anywayz we gonna try this every weekend. Sunday am, us three taking on the world. Marine Park gots some pretty good ballers so the comp is always good. There are 8 half courts or 4 full. We never run full. It's always three on three's. If it gets crowded we go four but rarely. It's mostly jews and blacks that play there. We are almost always the only white folf who aint jewish but again, the comp is good so we dont care. I love playing against the brothers anyway. It's a nice run, a good test if you will. They are the dominant in the sport no doubt so it's nice to measure up, if you will. They are fast and can jump high. You gotta body them up, can't let them just fly to the hole.

The Jews are shooters. They hit set shots and set screens all day long. Without a hand in thier face they will hit every shot. No joke. You can lose real quick to them if you ain't up in their grill. On defense they are grabbers. They grab the shit out of me cuz like i said, I'm fast to the hole. but it's all good, I never call foul so it's real rewarding when i score with a jew hangin on my back.

basketball = fun

Beer and Meat

These people are just going to fight forever

Gun-runners love the Palenstines

So I guess times have changed since I was a teen

Militaty school. Wanna blow shit up, fine, do it for the USA. Retards.

Gotta Love Ahnold

Word to your mother.

Ok, how a grown man pisses on the floor in the office bathroom he works at is mind-boggling.
And who's the guy that leaves his pubes on the urinal? I didn't know hair loss occured in the nether-regions. Fucking slobs.

I'm beyond pshyched about this movie
I like to think about myself as a Dark Knight sometimes.

This week I wiki'd the following:

Anchorage, Alaska
Las Vegas, New Mexico
Ellis Island
Raymond Burr
Toothpaste (Did you know the Romans used thier own urine as a tooth cleanser?)
Tiddlywinks
Re-purchase agreements
The Dark Knight
Vincent McMahon
Sea Cucumber

It's like I could have skipped school and just learn shit on Wikipedia. I think I am going to go this route with my firstborn. We'll see.

I'm tired.

If the I-pod was a man, I'd be gay.

The Ipod.

Revolutionized music as we know it.
Exactly how great is it?
I can sum that up for you in one sentence.

Yielding the power of having 10,000 songs in the palm of your hand.

Done and done.

My music tastes are widespread like poverty. I like mostly everything except "folk" music, certain country music, most techno and some pop. But there isn't a genre in my ipod to which I discourage.

What's better is that all of this music, is, in a word....."discounted" (*wink).

So if I catch on to a obscure band I can search the net and find thier music. I don't have to wait for the "album" to drop or for the buzz to go commercial. I can Limewire or Torrent that sumbitch faster than a pre-mature orgasm.

Sometimes I just put the I-Pod on and shuffle all 7,000 songs to see which song will pop up.

Will it be "Hello" by Lionel Richie?
Will it be "War" by Edwin Starr?
Will it be "One" by U2?
Will it be "What's Beef" by The Notorious Big?
Will it be "Hurt" by NIN?
Will it be "Summer Wind" by Fran Sinatra?

The possibilities keep my giddy.

I also like making playlists with funny titles. Titles like "Cactus" or "Tig Ol' Bitties"

I haven't purchased a CD in 3 years. I don't even have a CD player in my house (even though DVD and the XBOX can play them). All I need is my headphones, my computer, my Bose Soundock and for car rides my FM transmitter. I'm all set.

I-Pod, I heart you.

Sopranos

I've read alot of Soprano's reviews and this one to me is dead on. Props to Matthew Cerrone over at the Metsblog. I'm in agreement with him by the way. At first a little disapointment but when you think about the life of the show it was a fitting ending.

Don't expect happiness, you won't get it. Life is all a big nothing. In the end, your friends and family let you down, and you die in your own arms.” - Livia Soprano

Yes, I loved the ending. It took me a while. Initially, I was frustrated and confused, and a bit disappointed. However, I talked with a few people, read a review or two, watched the episode again, and thought about the overall series, what the writers have been telling us for years about our society and about Tony, and then it all clicked – and I was more than satisfied with what transpired in the series finale, which was perfect, brilliant and underwhelming all at the same time, much like life I suppose.

How could we ever have expected closure? We’re such fools. This show has always been about ‘life,’ and in life you don’t get closure. It just ends. Suddenly. You only get darkness.

In the first episode of Season Six, the start of show’s final arc, Agent Harris says, “No one ever went broke overestimating the taste of the American public,” and then he throws up an Italian sandwich. If that isn’t a commentary on how we, the viewing public, expect things from the show, i.e. closure, I don’t know what is. I always think of that line when I am watching this show, because it’s a clear F-U from the writers to our expectations – and those of us who though AJ would kill Tony, or that Tony would flip to the Feds, etc, should have known better.

To me, the show’s creator, David Chase, who wrote and directed this episode, is saying, “You are what you are.” You’ll never change, no matter how hard you try – and its okay, it doesn’t matter, because in the end it’s all just a faded, distant memory, like for Uncle Junior, or, if you’re lucky, it all just goes black in an instant – and everyone’s life goes on with out you. This is very sad. I actually feel very strange today, because I can’t get this idea of mortality and legacy out of my head, two concepts the show has focused a lot on during this season. I mean, is that really it? Will I end up in a chair one day, unable to remember the life behind me, like Uncle Junior, meaning it all may not have happened anyways, or, will I just be living my life and then bam, it’s over – maybe from a heart attack, or a car accident, or old age, whatever – either way does it just all go black? It’s a scary thought, and Chase is telling us what he thinks, which is that when your show ends, life simply goes on without you.

As for the episode, the idea of “I am what I am, it’s my nature, I can’t help it” which is uttered in a ton of great literature, is the essence of this final episode. Keeping this idea in mind, there actually is closure in some way.

Tony has repeatedly said there are only two options for him: Death or prison. Tony is living on borrowed time, and we know it, so that’s how the show ends. Someday, Tony will either die or go to jail. In fact, the wheels are in motion for prison, with Carlo going to the Feds. Nevertheless, we know this is Tony’s fate, he knows it’s his fate – so, do we really need to see Tony, our hero, for better or worse, have his brains spilled out on a table in a dinner - do we really want to see Tony being hauled off to jail, as a loser. I don’t. I know it’ll happen one day, but I don’t want to remember him that way, which hits on that legacy idea again. Regardless, the bell tolls for Tony, like the bell that kept ringing on the door in the restaurant at the end of the show. The bell rings, Tony looks up, and it’s over, just blackness. “You probably don't even hear it when it happens,” like Bobby Baccala says in this season’s first episode. Frankly, neither did we. All we got was silence, for a painful amount of time, much like death, I suppose. Maybe Tony didn’t get shot right there, by the guy who looked like his dad in the ‘Members Only’ jacket, but when he does, and you know he eventually will, that’s how it will go down. Bam. Blackness. “It’s all a big nothing.” So that’s Tony’s life, waiting to be arrested or whacked, always looking up at the door wondering if this is it, is this the one. That’s his hell. That’s his life. That’s our closure. Eventually it will end. Maybe Chase didn’t give us direct visual closure, but by giving us implied closure, he also protected our eternal image of Tony, with his family, “trying to remember the good times,” while eating supper as a father, which is all he ever really wanted to be – and, frankly, all we wanted him to be, as well. Either that, or Chase whacked us, and our world just went black. Or both, I suppose. Either way, life goes on, like the song from Journey said in that final shot, “Oh, the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and on, Don't stop.” Cut to black, now you, the viewer, can go on with your life.

Lastly, Chase has always used this show as a way to expose Americans as being a material, self-absorbed, bargaining type culture, whose best days are behind it. It’s actually the basis of the very first conversation between him and Dr. Melfi. If you buy in to this, the writers are essentially painting Tony’s family as America. Hell, the title of the episode was “Made in America.” Each character has a chance to do good, but when faced with struggle and sacrifice they all revert back to what they know. This has happened over and over and over again on this show. They tease you with redemption, then yank each character back in to the materialistic world they are most comfortable in. We’d like to think we are capable of change, and being all philosophical, and enlightened, listening to Bob Dylan in our SUVs, but we aren’t. We are who we are. We try to change, but can only muster up cosmetic adjustments, like cute bumper stickers and weight loss diets, all while telling ourselves and others that we’re good people and still the best, even though we know the best is behind us. I suspect that Chase sees this as America’s biggest flaw going forward, and he may be right. Personally, I’ll keep ‘believing’, like the final song in the show suggested. Contrary to most people’s view of me, I’m very much an optimist, hence the Half Full shirt I like to wear.

A few random thoughts…


I truly believe the writers are leading us to believe Tony eventually gets whacked, set up by the Members Only jacket on the guy at the end, who a) looked like his dad, and b) is the name of episode when Tony got shot by Junior; also, Tony’s eating an orange earlier in the last episode, which a) is odd, because he never eats fruit, and b) is a total hat tip to the Godfather, which used oranges as a foreshadow for death. Specifically, Phil is killed in front of his wife and two grandkids, which, to me, is foreshadowing for Tony being killed in front of his wife and two kids. Regardless, in some way, Tony is already dead, at least in the eyes of his subordinates. I mean, did you see how dejected and unloyal they all acted towards him. Again, if he didn’t actually die in that final scene, which is how I like to imagine it, then he will die in that manner some day.
The scene with Tony and Paulie, at the end, outside of Satriale’s, was beautiful when viewed in contract to how that same sort of scene was filmed in years past. Once, to be out front of Satriale’s showed a large group of guys, lots of conversation, camaraderie, laughter, life, action, etc. Now, it’s just Tony, Paulie and a bunch of empty chairs, with the scene all washed out and very quiet and awkward. The mafia’s impact is essentially dead. I mean, there’s a Jamba Juice up the street from them. In addition, they drive this home in another brilliant moment, in which Butchie walks a few blocks in Little Italy, only to run out road and end up in Chinatown. The best is behind you, Butchie.

I loved AJ coming down the steps in a robe, just like Tony. Nice touch.
In therapy, with AJ’s shrink, Tony falls right in to his old pattern with Melfi, simply complaining of his mother, no effort to move forward, again, he is what he is. The look Carmella gave him was priceless. That look alone was worthy of an Emmy.
In the end, after all the stuff with Adriana, and the wire taps, etc, it’s not Tony he flips to the Feds, but, instead, Tony flips the Feds, and gets Agent Harris to dime out Phil Leotardo. This is important, too. Harris is suppose to be a good guy, like us, and yet, here he is watching and cheering on the train wreck just like us, just like the people at the Bing who gathered like a mob to see Silvio gunned down. Why are we so obsessed with these villains like Tony? Why do we live vicariously through evil?

I read some place that Chase and Co. specifically cast an Italian looking man, who looked like Tony’s dad, for that final scene. In fact, the guy isn’t even an actor, but a pizzeria owner up the street from that real restaurant who they ran in to while at lunch and asked to be in the show. Why an Italian guy? Did they want to create suspicion? Was this a final commentary on the omnipresent subject of how society views Italian-Americans as criminals, and we all just did the same? Very clever.

dont cry, dry your eye

Saw Children on Men last night....
pretty solid.

Overall I liked the idea, the concept. Infertility. No babies, no new humans, the human race could be extinct. It made for alot of goings on if you know what I'm sayin. I liked the camera work towards the end too. The blood droplets on the lens was campbell soup good.

What made it better was the Clive Owen who since Sin City has really turned in some serious stuff. I think right now only Matt Damon is better. And he's gotta bunch of shit in the works so that's good. And Bale, Bale's quality lately as well.

If anyone is a fan of Rob and Big on MTV I've commemorated the show with a tshirt. The show is hilarity.

DO WORK SON Tshirt

Ojos Update Pt. II

After yesterday's latest eye doc visit I'm proud to say that LaSiK was a success. I'm 20/20 without any glasses/contacts and I'm loving it. I have one complaint and that is my night vision is not exactly sharp. However it will get better. By sayin not exactly sharp I mean that certain lights at night seem slightly blurry but it doesn't really effect me much. I can drive at night and can see just fine. It's more like an annoyance. Other than that, perfect vision. Last time I said that I was 8.

Introducing El Padrino's Wikipedia Search of the Day

The Wikipedia Search of the Day is:

The tasmanian devil

I should create a new blog that details or links all of my Wiki searches.....they are so random.
If not then I will dedicate a day every week to highlight the searches.

your welcome.

I hate lists but this one is good, i wrote it

Top ten reasons I hate working in an office.

10. Art. Puhleeze. The shit they hang on the wall is downright wrong. Just wrong. I'm no Art-ie but for fuck's sake there were no pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge or how bout just some clouds and shit. Sceanary maannn.

9. "Building Secruity" I laugh at you, I pity you. OHHHHH, you got me! I forgot my badge at home, oh no!!! I'M SOOOOO SCARRRED.

8. To the receptionist that thinks she is the Queen of England. Sending out all this ridiculous "Urgent" emails. Bitch please. Your nothing. Order me some toner and move along.

7. The herd of people that gravitate towards any and all kinds of food. I refuse to be that person. I feel like I'm on a soup line or like I'm a pig waiting for the feed to be poured. It's usually shitty food too so I don't even get it. If it was bacon wrapped scallops ok but crushing another human for a gross tuna wrap is not my bag.

6. "Good morning", i'm not a morning person. I say maybe three words to my wife in the morning so sorry Timmy at extension 3659 if I don't say good morning to you. Eat an ass.

5. "It's Friday!" or "Hump day".... you know what. I'm 27 years old. I know what day it is. Thanks. And I also know that right after Friday, is Saturday. And after June is July. Get the picture buttknuckle?

4. The whole elevator scene freaks me out. And I've posted about this before.
"Hi, how are you" blah, blah "it's sunny outside" blah blah. Now the new thing is the Blackberry's. People get in the elevator and jog thru thier blackberry AS IF THEY DIDN'T JUST LEAVE THIER DESK!!!! Then of course there are the smokers who stink like an ashtray and the other smokers who smoke people with thier foul smelling asses. It's just an abortion. I'd rather take stairs.

3. Offensive clothing and I mean like the fat lady who dons spaghetti string tank tops offensive. And to the dude that wears light blue pants. Fucking homo, keep that lifestyle to yourself. And how about the sister patterson type with the fucking Easter hat on? Who knew you can wear hats to work? I also could do wiothout Guido chest hair in my face look, with the top 4 buttons not closed. Little much. Nice cross though, where'd you get it? The Gambino garage sale?

2. Bathroom/Kitchen situations. This is two-fold so follow me here.
Bathroom : I am not a urinal talker so please let me pee in silence. People that don't wash thier hands, you are the germs of the world. And to whoever shits on the toilet bowl I'm pretty sure if God knew you were going to do that he would have never put you on earth.
Kitchen/Pantry : Please stop putting your water bottle on the water dispenser's nipple. That's nasty. Please stop telling me my re-heated pasta smells good. And don't look at it. Please don't re-heat fish, it smells. Enough with the Cod fish lunchtimes. Clean up after yourselves. Dirty tupperware on the counter and blown up bits of alphabet soup in the microwave is gross. Slobs.

1. People. People I would never deal with unless I worked with them. That's the number one thing I hate about working in the office. The gollum, a garlic eating Polish menace. The fat ogre who oohh's and aaahhh's at the site of food. The gay manager that wears a backpack? The tiny chinese woman who smells like a sweaty taint. My boss, an overly agressive maniacal psycho.
The tall white man who screams instead of talks. The other tall whiteguy who stomps instead of walks. Basically I feel like they are all aliens and I'm the only semi-human. I could post for days on all these "people".

There you have it. My life from 9-5.

Beer and Meat

Mango Salsa has run it's course. The new jumbo-laya of my random thoughts blog is:

Beer and Meat

Without fruther ado, it's time for Beer and Meat. Which by the way, I don't like to go to the store unless it's for, specifically, Beer and Meat. Carry on.

Yankees 13.5 out, hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Stella Artois in the building.

Ok so it wasn't camping. Wrong word. It was just hangin out, maxin and relaxin. I've been camping before though, you know, tent, charcoal etc....

That Cindy Sheehan gave up her quest to stop the War in Iraq. Sheehan link
Whatever, I feel bad because her son died but to me he died for the freedoms we enjoy in this country. He didn't die for nothing. You know fucking people think that you can join the army to get an education and learn discipline. But that's not the case. Thier is always a chance you will be needed to go defend our country, our beliefs and help our cause. So don't give me this he died for nothing crap. He died for us, and I thank him. Cindy Sheehan your grief has warped your mind. I feel bad for you.

Kevorkian gets out. I have nothing else to add other than I don't care.

I want Nancy Pelosi to go away. Forever. Bag of bones is a black eye to the Speaker position.

I'll admit it. If Rosie O'Donnell died I wouldnt be sad

I was thinking about going on a diet. But beer is delicious.

Anyone watch or follow the UFC? I kind of do but am thinkin about getting into it hardcore, like I was back in the day with WWF (WWE).

I'm training a new gun at work. Time to give him my dirty work...mmmwwwwaaaahhhhh!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I've decided to leave this post up for the remainder of the holiday weekend. Mainly because this is what will be happening again this weekend, only closer to home.
Comprende?

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND !!

USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!
HHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

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I got some more camping pics

That's me in the middle. Of course.

Poor Kermit

If I knew how to post up a video directly I would. Instead just click this link and watch how Sad Kermit really is.

I can't get enough of this video, someone linked it on the LOV blog I stay at and it's been love ever since. It got me through some rough times.

We are men

Camping was a hit.

Basically two days of hangin out, drinking, and eatin.

the best part of it all is the campfire....you get a ragin fire going like this one and it's on like donkey kong

and yes we were burnin whole pallets

saturday the official count on beers was astronomical

saturday we went threw 2 cases of the henieken keg cans

so divide that by three because my cuz shunned that for Corona

that's about 14 beeeeeers each

throw in 5 or 6 shots of Jagermeister in between and you got drunkardness....

Friday i have no recollection of what i drank or anyone else other than cans of bud light, henieken, ketel one vodka shots and more jagermeister shots. hangover come on down

but it subsided quickly, once i shat my brains out and ate a egg sam-ich i was straight

weather sucked enough during the day so we hung out indoors and watched the Mets shallack the yankees and played xbox 360 and plain xbox to pass the time

i whupped ass in madden and won a couple of 2k7's baseball games, i'm like a white gook on the paddles son, just wait til i hook up live, Asia wont know what hit em

"The Steak"

we went to a local meat market and bought some beautiful shell steaks (NY strips)

$48, yea so a bit up there but hey in a restaurant it's a $40 steak

so i was in charge of grillin that so i didnt wanna fuck it up

but your boy young bobby flay that i am grilled that shit to perfection

complete with the diamond shaped grill marks

that steak was so tender, juicy and perfectly cooked i almost nutted in my draws

as did the boys

let me not forget to mention how good the 3am burger was fri night/sat am

fantastic weekend

and we had a cypher going, of wu tang shit

that's when security showed up but he was scuurred so we toned it down a bit

good times

Shea hey kid

Shea, I could die there and be happy. some pics:

1. 7 train from the parking lot
2. 7 train subway stop as you walk off the trian
3. Corona's ghetto style, no limes, go lemon
4. View from 7 train right next to stadium
5. View from 7 train comin in
6,7,8. Citi Field construction, opening 2009
9. Behind centerfield, chillin
10. Seats in Loge for the night

heaven

Not really Mango Salsa but still

You know what sucks about Fridays?

The people in your office or work area that repeatedly say things like :

"Thank god it's friday"
"Friday is here"
"How's it going", reply "It's FRIDAY!"

In a world with no laws, I imagine the survival rate of those who said this reguarly would be very low.

In other news Larry the Cable guy talked some studio into another movie. I don't get this because this man is about as funny as a coconut tree.

Pregnancy going weel for all who care, or don't. I'm not pregnant but you know whay I'm sayin.

California is burning down, burning down, burning down, burning down
California is burning down, my fair lady!

U.S Divorce rate is at it's lowest since 1970, which means they are not counting Hollywood.

I'm done

Greed is good

5 stocks I want to french kiss.

LOW = Lowe's, better than home depot, the stores are brighter, cleaner and trading right at the midpoint range of thier 52 week high

VLO = Valero Energy, expensive at $72 and change but worth is. Refineries are hard to come by and they aint building anymore, this could be a $100 stock soon

CAT = Caterpillar is an old manufacturing standby with a steady incline in business and strong leadership. 6 billion dolalr cash flow to boot

WYNN = Wynn resorts, you know it well. Vegas, AC it's a monster corporation. If you build it, they will come. It beat eranings by .13, wow!

JDSA = Jones soda, what a great distribution deal they got done with Wal-Mart. the biggest US retailer. Sales should rise 25-50% by the summer alone!!!!!

Disclaimer: Just so you know, I am not a trader but I do make investments from time to time and have been in the financial industry for 6 years now. If you lose money dont come crying to me.

And now a couple of lines from Boiler Room , one of my favorites.

Broker: I know you're not standing on your front porch with a bag of money waiting for me to call you. But I'm not some 18-year-old selling a cure for AIDS. I'm 46 years old, I have 22 years market experience, I know this business. So pick up your skirt, grab your balls, and lets go make some money

Jim Young: There's an important phrase that we use here, and think it's time that you all learned it. Act as if. You understand what that means? Act as if you are the fucking President of this firm. Act as if you got a 9" cock. Okay? Act as if.

Seth Davis: What do you mean, you're gonna pass. Alan, the only people making money passing are NFL quarterbacks and I don't see a number on your back.

Mini Mango Salsa

Must suck to live in Kansas

Good article on gas prices.....Gas prices

Paris Hilton in jail is awesome.

It's like I got invited to a BYOB party and I brought nothing.

Maybe I'll be inspired later, for right now I leave you this.

fRiDaY

I'm in negotiations with the Weinstein Bros. to star and Executive Produce the above movie. Wish me luck.

It's Mango Salsa Time

you know you want it, say Aaaahhhhhhhhh

Ok so I'm glad Bush vetoes that gay bill on withdrawing Iraq troops based on a timeline
now let's see them (dems) squirm to come up with some other retarted plan on being pussies and letting terror reign

fuck i hate hillary clinton
if i were president i'd fucking charge her with treason
she's undermining our commander in cheif, united as one bitch, back off

forward march

they hired some new temp and put her ass right in front of me.
lord help me but she's ugly and talks to me as if we have been tight for decades
i dont like it one bit

whoever collects coins are dumbasses
and stamps
get a life

I got the best tan in Aruba. Take notes.

Spiderman comes out this Friday, yay. Venom looks type sic with it....i'll probably see it in like 3 weeks because i hate crowds and fat moms.

Sports fans good times right now. MLB in full swing, NBA playoffs every night, Hockey if that's your thing and for the playoffs it should be and NFL offseason is still hot after that draft....
I think Keyshawn goes to San Diego which means "A Whale's Vagina"

I dont know what foie gras is and I refuse to look it up.

Texas loves Giuliani

Beer, Wine, Iced Tea, Scotch
that's all i'm drinking for the rest of my life, in no paticular order

Ojos Update

Doc said the blurrrrrrrry-ness should subside in about a week or so. Depends.

But, I do have 20/20 vision now thanks to that purple "laser" that penetrated my eyeball late wed night. I have to admit I thought the blurrry-ness would be gone by now but I'll have to be more patient.

Being on the computer and at work isn't helping. But I got skillz that pay the billz and I gotta be here, you know, I don't want anyone thinking I'm replaceable. Smell me?

I got eyedropz for days and this is just an update.......................

Have a shittastic monday.

Ray Charles here I come.

LASIK, today, 5:20pm ETA.

DAMMIT!

SON OF A BITCH!

FUUUCKKKKK!

One Nocturnal Son of a Gun

Vaca recap:

Franklin, North Carolina:

Why my dear mother decided to live hear I'll never know. It's so boring. To go there for a week to camp out is just about all that shit is useful for. There is absolutely nothing going on in Franklin. The nearest mall is in Asheville which is a an hour and a half away, the other mall is two hours away in another state (Atlanta, GA). There is one supermarket, a Kmart, a Wal-Mart, a couple of chinese restaurants (of course those fuckers are eeeeverywhere) and a bowling alley. It really sucks if you live there. Really.

Nothing but a bunch of mountains. I felt like I needed to walk around with a stick and a goat.

The nicest part was that I went up in the Highlands mountains and got a sweet tea and saw this landmark :

I got to go behind this too so that was exciting, yay!

Atlantic City, NJ :

Anyway thank god on the way back we hit up AC (atlantic city). Stayed overnight at the Tropicana which they really spruced up. It's not just for crackhead degenerates anymore. The gambling went good til I ran into a Mandarin speaking devil woman named Tran. This was on the Texas Bonus Hold Em table. Bitch made my pile disappear quicker than a fat man eats a rib. Did I stay too long, yes I think I did. It was my error and I've been kicking myself over it for awhile now. I'm a specific gambler who for the most part is very cerebral. I always think I can beat the house and honestly ususally do when it comes to table games. I ended up getting some cash back in Roulette and then from a slot machine in Ceasars that was paying me out almost every pull. It was sweet.

All in all time away from work is always a good time, no matter where you are.

Some vaca sidenotes:

I saw a lady wearing a fuckin moo moo in Wal-Mart whilst in NC.

Sweet tea is the way to go.

14 hours driving is not the way to go.

Mountains and waterfalls and trees.

Everyone says hi to each other, that is so annoying.

They really lowered the standard of hiring in Hooters.

Waffle House's = ROCK!

Peace, for now

Oh well. A step back but I'm done with it. Fuck Al Sharpton.

Going to Cabana tonight, a lovely cuban place at the South Street Seaport.
I'm going to drink Mojito's and eat black rice and beans until I am full.

Sunday I have a wedding to attend. Russo's on the Bay, solid choice.
Looking forward to cocktail hour. Best part of the show.

I am on vacation next week.
Driving down to North Carolina to visit some my crazy ass family.
On the back end I'm hitting up Atlantic city for 2 days. For some reason I feel like losing my money.

See ya then.

WATCH THIS VIDEO PLEASE

Want this ladder?

Hypocrisy is the issue, not nappy headed ho's

I'll write good stuff when i get back. I'll be in North Carolina next week visiting family.

I hope Imus will still be employed.
This thing is really bothering me and I'm trying to let it go but it the media coverage is so outrageous that I can't ignore it.

Drudge posted most of what Imus said today: Here it is....
Barely 12 hours after being fired from MSNBC...

6:12 AM: On Imus' radio program (no longer simulcast on MSNBC) this morning, Chris Carlin, who covers sports for the program, discussed yesterday's dismissal of charges against the Duke lacrosse players.

(rough transcript)


DON IMUS: When will Al Sharpton be apologizing to them?

(LAUGHTER)

CARLIN: I'm unaware of such a press conference.

IMUS: I'll be darned...


UPDATE 6:28 AM: After a station break, Imus came back to discuss MSNBC's decision. He said he was recently chatted with "another big time broadcasting executive" who was "complaining that [MSNBC] had cancelled the simulcast twelve hours before we were getting ready to conduct this radio-thon for these three charities."

Imus: "My position on all of this is not whining about the hideously hypocritical coverage from the newspapers -- from everybody -- or the lack of support, say, from people like Harold Ford, Jr. who I had my life threatened over supporting and all these kind of things. It all began, and it doesn't make any difference -- like [James] Carville said -- stop talking about the context, it doesn't make any difference. If I hadn't have said it I wouldn't be here. So let's stop whining about it...You gotta stop complaining. I said a stupid, idiotic thing that desperately hurt these kids. I'm going to apologize but we gotta move on."

UPDATE 7:37 am. IMUS: "The hypocrisy is absurd...Everybody knows what the deal is. And this is not over. This story does not end here."

Imus also gave a shout-out to Opie & Anthony, who support Imus on this issue.

UPDATE 7:57:

Imus says he spoke with MSNBC Senior VP Phil Griffin and said "some of the stuff that MSNBC has done this morning is frankly unethical and I've asked them to stop doing it."

But also said, "I'm not whining about the coverage. I'm not whining about any aspect of this."

"I've said 100 times: I said it and if I hadn't said it, we wouodn't be sitting here talking about it. And that's the bottom line."

Imus also said that losing television (via MSNBC) isn't as big as losing radio. "The big part of the program is radio. There's millions of people listening to the radio. At best a few hundred thousand are watching television."

On MSNBC's decision: "I understand the pressure they were under. I'm not stupid."

UPDATE 8:15am: Speaking with an African-American woman, whose son had spent time at the Imus Ranch, Imus said, "And I want to say to you as an African-American woman, I'm sorry for what I said...I want to apologize to all African-American women." The woman said, "Okay, I accept that."

UPDATE 8:19AM: Imus said that one of the "sad ironies of my stupidity" is that, at his ranch, "we sent six kids home because they couldn't stop calling girls bitches and hos."

UPDATE 8:21AM: "I want to thank Opie & Anthony...I love them and I love what they do. I know they offend people perhaps more than I do. They're good loyal guys...Even Howard [Stern] hasn't been horrible." (Although if you read this Stern show summary, seems like Stern still has his claws out against his longtime nemesis.) UPDATE 8:28AM: Imus says that he's had "a lot of big people in the media" calling him "whining about the hypocrsity in the coverage. We understand that. You just turn on the cable channels or read the newspaper, trying to portray me as some vicious racist or whatever and there's not one person talking about the other things I've done...There's a difference between premeditated murder and a gun going off...But you've got to take your medicine. I'm not whining about it."

"Don't tell me that context isn't important. Context is importnat in everything we do in our lives. But it's not an excuse."

UPDATE 8:38AM: Despite the controversy, Imus says contributions for The Tomorrows Children Fund and the Imus Ranch are "way, way up" compared to this time in the show last year, which is significant because "the money's more important this year than ever."

He added: "These bastards went after me. They got me. But they didn't catch me asleep."

UPDATE 8:44AM: MSNBC's Imus webpage is still up, with a statement and link to Imus' charities.

UPDATE 8:45am: "One day you've got a radio and tv show and one day you don't...Ordinarily we need to raise $3 million, this year we need to raise $100 million -- just in case (Laughter)."

UPDATE 8:57AM: Tells his friends, "Don't call me telling me that the coverage is unfair...If I hadn't said it, there'd be no coverage...Shut up about it...I've been dishing it out for a long time, and now it's my turn...I'm not going to whine about it."

Imus also lets readers know that he's doing today's show in the MSNBC studio.

UPDATE 9:01AM: Charlie McCord says that they've raised over $400,000.

UPDATE 9:10AM: On MSNBC:I understand their decision." "I appreciate them letting us use their studio this morning."

To "all of my friends in the media, out of the media: You can't whine about this...We wouldn't have been there if I hadn't said it."

He again called media coverage "outrageously hypocritical."

"Harold Ford, Jr. has been disgraceful in his lack of support. I endured death threats to endorse him...It's unfortunate that he has no courage."

"I'm not surprised by any of this. I'm not surprised at the hypocrisy of Al Sharpton, of Jesse Jackson or any of these people. But you can't whine about it."

"We can talk about all the good work that I've done forever, but I still said that. I'm not making any excuses. Everybody's got to stop whining and quit talking about it."

UPDATE 9:25AM: "I've dished it out for a long time and now it's my time to take it. That's fine. Bring it on."

UPDATE 9:28AM: After one guest said "kick ass," then followed that with "can I say that?" Imus said, "I think today you can say anything."

UPDATE 9:37: "We've never done this well before" (regarding the radiothon)

UPDATE 9:38: On meeting with the Rutgers basketball players: "I can't go through the rest of my life -- nor can they -- without us having this conversation and me telling them how I feel and, more importantly, them telling me how they feel."

Nappy Headed Ho's

*Update : Undenaibly one of my favorite sports writers and also the last honset writer in America Jason Whitlock
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It was a joke. GET OVER IT!
This national media firestorm is so ridiculous. Don Imus is a national treasure for christ sake.
He's funny, and he's been doing this job for 30 years. All the while giving back to the community in the form of cancer reasearch and SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome).

America has failed another guy making a joke. PC has gone too far. It's disgusting.

If a black host said "a couple of white stiffs" it wouldnt even catch a smoke let alone fire.

Oh and if we want to talk about calling women "ho's" let's start with the rap industry. Yeah I said it, and I'm a tremndous rap fan. You know why? Because I never take ne thing literal or to heart. It's all entertainment and as far as I'm concerned you can say or do anything you want within the state and local law of the land in the name of entertainment.

Stern's take
NY post story
Roker's take
Rutgers to speak
apologizes and accepts punishment


FTW

my first political post

This is part of the reason why we can't get out of this country

Dems, Liberals : wake up

Let me ask you sumtin'
When you throw out your garbage at home, Do you throw half of it out?
Do you throw 3/4 of it out? Or do you throw out the ALL the garbage?

If you find a couple of waterbugs or roaches in your crib do you only kill one or do you kill all that you find?

Taliban at it again
We might be occupying this country soon too

The news gets no better people. We have to defend our country from free-willed, extreme radicals who want nothing better than to kill Americans. Whatever it takes. In this day and age if a young man decides he wants to join the military it should be known that he/she will be put at risk to defend our freedoms. Wake up!

here comes peter cottontail

This picture makes me laugh uncontrollably.

happy easter bitches

adult life sucks

Haven't had many chances to post, my work is cockblocking bloggin.

Quick rundown of the last few days look something like this.

Baseball started, yeah. Lets go Mets.

Smith and Wollensky with the boys = stupendous

Weather blows.

Office Ogre gives me agita daily.

Wrestlemania was great.

Gollum has fungus on his lip and still eats garlic.

Babel was like reading chinese.

I need new suits.

Ojos

I'm getting Lasik.

Chelsea Eye Assoc.
LASIK

For those of you who don't know what that is (click the Lasik link), it is and eye correction surgery that is done by using a refractive laser. It corrects any vision defects you have. Since I'm 600/20 I will happily let them burn my eyes. Can't wait.

On the bottom of that link, click the video's (3 of them) to actually watch the procedure.

A million people have gotten this done and have been very pleased with the results so I'm comfortable. It seems like a bitch to go through but it's probably not that bad. Valium is good.

Hopefully I won't end up like this.

Yo Soy tu' papi

The fruit of my loins.

WOW. Unreal shit they got now adays.


Anyway we didn't want to know so don't ask but I thought I saw a uterus in the abdomen area which means it's a girl. But that could have been the liver or some other organ. I wasn't really sure what was what.

I saw a spine and a brain and a heart. So we know we ain't givin life to no coward, dummy or tinman. And that....

That's cool.

You know what? Fuck you! How about that?

I honestly have nothing.

Other than the usual, which is:

Public Transportation sucks (had to take it today for the first time since the move)

If murder was legal the Gollum would be dead.

I'm tired.

Office morons are abundant.

Beer is delicious.

Boomerang's are cool.

What's with all the scary movies lately?

Childeren of Men looks good.

"What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way! "

Man Cave

Here's how my man cave would be set-up.

Giant 60-in flat LCD hanging on main wall.

Surronded by 4 Flat 32" LCD TV's. Two on each wing.

Computer station with laptop access for up to three laptops.

Of course, surround sound speakers.

Stadium style recliners, with cup holders, small snack tray in the middle of each.

Putting green.

NBA JAMZ video arcade, Golden Tee, Touch Screen Games, Pool Table, Ping Pong Table, Foosball table, XBOX 360 (on 5th TV along side wall) and WII console.

Full Kitchenette/Bar with beer on tap, this must include a brick sytle oven.

Fridge loaded with other beers and food items.

Direct access route to Weber grill in backyard.

Soda dispenser and also the pizzeria style juice dispenser's.

A gumball machine.

A man can dream can't he?

GREEN

I love Wikipedia.

St.Patricks Day

Enjoy yours and CHEERS!

Nothing

Gollum just told me he buys butter from the villages. I don't know what this means but it makes me want to stab him with an envelope opener.

Today and tomorrow, minimum work will be done as the NCAA tourney kicks off. Easily the best two sports days of the year. If anyone cares I am in several pools. I think Georgetown will win it all.

Mastermind son of a bitch behind the 9/11 attacks
Now if we can only find that rat Bin Laden.........

Hate me Now

Here's what I hate bout Jersey City

Food. As in there is none worth spending money on.

The pizza is bland, the chinese food is so horrible I thought there was a chance I needed an ass transplant, there are no bagels to speak of, the deli's blow and even the coffee is shit (and I rarely drink coffee to know what is shit but everyone says it is and from what I did taste it's shit).

I got a eggplant parm from this place that everyone was saying to try and my god it was so bad that not even a starving wolf would eat it.

Yesterday's chinese food not only gave me a midday migraine from the MSG but it still has my stomach flipping up and down.

This coffee that I was in the mood for this am and (i'm sipping right) now taste a bit like an old sponge.

I'm not used to this being as I worked in Manhattan my whole career. And being from Brooklyn which boasts some of the best food anywhere it's a bit of a rough transition. Leftovers is key, going to have to chain my wife to the stove or grill extra meats whenever I cook.

Office Hate.....

While we are on the subject of hate, to the fat lady who wonders around our goodies please, just please save yourself the embarrassment and leave. Your 4"11 and 300 pounds, your a mess. Just go away, no you can't have that extra slice even if I'm throwing it in the garbage, no you can't have any hershey kisses, no, no, no these donuts are not for you.

I see her a mile away too, she's also the one where when your heating something up in the microwave or something and she's all in your business.
1) I dont even want to talk to you. Period.
2) I espeacially don't want to talk to you about what I'm eating.

She'll ask, MMMMMMMM smells good, what is that? NONE of your businessss....
And stop acting like you don't know what it is, cuz you smell that shit don't cha fatty.
To top it off she straight up looks like a OGRE. Ever see Shrek? Ok when the princess becomes an Ogre, that's her, dead on. It's disgusting.

Her vazhïn hang like sleeve of wizard's robe

Please read this entire post in the voice of "Borat".

I think it was one of the funniest movies I've ever seen. The only gray area for me was the naked slap fight between him and the fat guy he rolls with, other than that. Pure comedic genius. Please see it. A few of my favorite parts include (spoiler alert) :

When he was in the jewish bed and breakfast, throwing money at the roaches.....

The whole etiquette bit was great, the bag of shit, the hooker, oh man just great.

The rodeo guy explaining to him about muslims and what he looks like.

The hotlanta bit with the kids playing craps which led to this gem of a line at the hotel :

"What's up with it, Vanilla face? Me and my homie Azamat just parked our slab outside. We're looking for somewhere to post up our Black asses for the night. So, uh, bang bang, skeet skeet, nigga. Just a couple of pimps, no hos. "

Many many more, go rent, go buy, go watch!

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Anyone see that show Scarred on MTV and MTV 2. Holy shit. Those are some fucked up injuries. By the way MTV is genius for doing this. They never seem to amaze me. MTV is must see TV at all times. Anyway here's a synopsis of the show....

"Every scar has a story. Inspired by the popular user generated clips of crashes, wipeouts and accidents that permeate the internet, Scarred is an inside look at some of the most gruesome scars from around the country. Each week, we'll track down some of these makeshift stunt men and women to find out what went wrong, what happened in the hospital, and how they got Scarred. This show is almost too painful to watch."

I love easter candy, best holiday candy hands down.

Also the awesomeness that is "300" comes out today. I suggest you be on it.
300 official website

I'm sorry MAMA, I never meant to hurt youuuu

For about 7 or 8 months I was kind of a bad seed. A real bad seed. Got caught up in the wrong crowd. Hangin by the pool hall, which my father forbade me to go to, was a bad choice. It sucked me in to some things I normally would not have done.

Breaking into cars, going along for a joyride in a stolen car, poppin the steering column off so someone else can hot wire it, holding a gun for a "friend" and stealing bikes. Also gotten into a share of fights, got jumped a few times and even got shot at via driveby (not as bad as it sounds, wrong time, wrong place type of deal, i was not a gangbanger by any means).

Breaking into cars : Take a wire hanger. Unfold it. Stick the hook part down the window (between the rubber part) when you feel a slight resistance to your pushing, move it slightly to left, then lift up the hanger. Voila. When done properly, takes 8 seconds. Max.

Joyride in a stolen vehicle : What was I going to say? No. I popped the damn collar off, I'm already guilty. We'd usually ditch the car after about 20 minutes because 5-0 was swarming in those days (mid nineties in nyc and the 5 boroughs, protect yo neck)

Poppin off the steering column : Take a flathead screwdriver, wedge it between the space in the collar (usually right at the top, dead center), wiggle it to create some space, then whack it with a hammer. Pops right off. Or take the screwdriver, wedge it inside the ignition and pop that off. Works best on 88-91 Oldsmobiles.

Holding a gun : Boy asked to hold his shit. .38 pistol . I said ok cuz it seemed like he was really in some trouble. His dad used to beat his ass daily and he didnt want him to find it. Said he had nowhere to hide it. So I hid it in my Genesis box with some games. Mom dukes never looked in there.

Stealing Bikes : So simple. First off whoever didnt lock up they bike got it thieved. And if it was locked and I liked it. I ganked it by borrowing a pair of clippers from the pizzeria I went to. I had more bikes than Toys'R' Us. Kept them chained in the alley of my boys building.

Not a path I would want my child to travel. But what the fuck, it is what it is. I'm over it, you should be too.

What I failed to mention is that I was only 14 years old. What I also failed to mention was once I moved down to Florida for awhile I got back into the crime persona I mastered as a young teen.
Selling weed, drag racing and shoplifting. The latter got me my first (and last) arrest.

Shoplifting was always something that came easy to me. I rarely paid for a bag of chips or gum at any bodega I frequented. Once that thrill left it was time for bigger and better things. Stealing a basketball from the park was not doing it anymore. I figured clothing would get a little more of a rise. The plan I devised was simple. Since the devices on the clothes made walking out with them difficult I would try a new way. Switching the tags. I figured I would take a tag that would scan @ 9.99 and put that tag on a pair of Mecca jeans that cost 59.99.

What a dumb idea. As soon as the lady rang me up some big peckerhead was escorting me to the back. Cops arrested me, released me since I was 18. Had to go to court and because I had a speeding ticket for $250 (I was racing and going 130 mph on a residential street) I got served with 1 year probation. From that day, I walked a straight arrow. I stopped selling pot, I stopped drag racing and just stopped being a delinquent. Ended up moving back to brooklyn, went to school and got this sweet ass job on Wall St.

Fairy Tales do come true bitches.

What's up with it, Vanilla face?

Lordz of Beerz is a new Beer blog I started along with some LOV members.
It will chronicle the many beers I consume as well as other beers other guys may consume.
Today was the first post so I'm giving it an advertisement.

Also let me introduce one of my biz-yoz who started his own blog. Check him out here : Wolf
Cat from Brooklyn I chill wit.

Also busy tryin to revamp the tshirt site linked to the left (Tjokes.com).
I've noticed a little more traffic than usual so I'm paying attention to that again.

Oh last thing, don't forget to pick up Borat today.

Hot Route

I just wanted to throw something up cuz I'm sick of looking at Tuesday's post. Since that day however my work as increased greatly. Not so much from the market volatility but overall in other areas too. I'm a busy man.

I'll have something shortly, wanna talk about my juvenile delinquencies......

Stay Tuned.

Oh yeah, one quick thing.

I've mentioned it before but I need to again. To the guy/girl who walks into the elevator and presses the button that's already lit up. Die. Just contract the worst diesease and die. you don't deserve Earth.