Here in Misery, we only care about unborn children. Once you’re birthed – preferably through a scheduled C-section – you’re on your own. Nowhere is that more apparent than in our state legislature where Cynthia Davis is chairperson forÂ the House Special Committee on Children and Families. She thinks the summer program that gives out breakfast to poor children is a waste of taxpayer money and that “[H]unger can be a positive motivator.” Nice. I hate this place.
Here’s a Kansas City take on the whole thing. Plus, check out some videos here and here. You have to watch the Olberman clip all the way through to hear him bash Davis, but it’s worth it. Oh, and feel free to sign a petition to remove her from her chairmanship, because you never know when she might make that run for federal office.
I hadn’t seen anything on here about Michael Jackson’s death. So, I thought I’d add my two cents from Misery…
Thriller was the first album I experienced as an album. What I mean is that besides wearing it out on the turntable, I read the liner notes from cover to cover, sought out any reviews or insights into the album’s back story, and studied the lyric sheet to the point of obsession. I credit much of my love of the album to Michael Jackson.
But that’s where it ends.
I outgrew Michael Jackson. As transcendent a performer as he was, I could not continue to follow the silly cartoon circus that was Michael Jackson’s life. Of course, I had no idea of the turn his life and career would actually take.
I’m not even going to get into the weird here. We all know about the plastic surgery, the ridiculous spending sprees, and the odd names he gave his children. Michael Jackson did enough over his fifty years to make Latoya look sane. Now that’s starting something.
What I can’t get over is how everyone has conveniently ignored his pedophilia. Sure, Jackson was never convicted of a crime, but charges and lawsuits were brought against him several times. He bought off some of the accusers. There’s a lot of evidence that suggests he sexually abused young boys. He was just rich enough to get away with it.
I still think it’s OK to love his music or reminisce about our days in grade school, moonwalking in our living rooms. However, this admiration should be tempered with the fact that the man was a pedophile. One does not go without the other.
This is funnier than the tea-bagging in April.
Kids today with their hippity-hop and their baggy jeans…
High school students in Albany, NY are using the president’s name as a form of slang. For example, when someone sneezes, say “Barack you.” Or, instead of saying “What’s up?” or “What’s crackin’?”, now those in the know ask “What’s Baracking?”
For more, check the NPR story here. It’s the Obama!
I know that I haven’t posted here in a while, but word has it that your fine state is set to receive some new beers from a great brewery: New Belgium Brewing. Fat Tire is a very popular session brew in these parts, but the brewery has more to offer than their flagship beer. I suggest you check their site for more info. Enjoy and follow your folly.