Well, well, well....Find me a hot button and let's push it. I'm in trouble because nothing especially is getting me all riled up today so I guess it's going to be---Brett Favre and some other sports musings!
Brett---GO AWAY!
I hate the Packers. I hate the NFC Central. I hate indecisiveness. I hate indecisive multi-millionaires. I hate cheese heads. I hate Vince Lombardi. I hate prima dona's. I don't think you are a top five quarterback of all time:
1) Montana
2) Unitas
3) Brady
4) Elway
5) Marino
You are a loser in big game situations. It is time to go. You seem like a smart guy, so go look up how Steve Carlton went out. Don't be that guy.
* Last year was lightning in a bottle in a very weak NFC and I don't believe anybody in their right mind is picking an NFC team to go all the way again. If I had to pick a surprise this year it would be-------The 49ers. Idiot head coach, but enough talent to surprise.
* Where is Roger Clemens right now? Thanks for making my baseball cards worthless except for maybe a hard pack in the joint. BTW.. Mindy McCready??? You must have been on something.
* NBA Rookie of the Year 2008-09: Jason Thompson. You read it here first.
* Finally, seems like everyone is fired up about the kid in the NFL getting jerked around by the military. Two words: David Robinson.
And now, enjoy the stylistic approach of Wink Mussellman and please enjoy the veal!
-The Cap'n
Friday, July 25, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
This State is Fuc***!!!
Yep..you heard it here first. We are officially heading down the shitter at record pace and here are my two cents:
A) Do we make anything here anymore? Small business is fucked. If you haven't looked around lately they are closing at record paces. Whether it be manufacturing, retail, service based--it does not matter. Why? The cost of business is impossible to absorb nowadays. Insurance, energy, medical, and regulatory costs are are out of control as well as costs of raw materials! Simple equation--costs go up, profit margins get compressed, businesses get closed. I know many small business owners who are closing up because they cannot compete with overseas or sub continental competition. Thank you NAFTA! Coming next the Amero!!
After that it will be "Hello Comrade!" What was I thinking, it will be "Ho la Amigo!!"
B) Where is my Tax Money Going? What a bunch of dickheads. The problem with a democracy has always been that those in power will over time start voting themselves the lion's share of the wealth and restrict the access to wealth acquiring activities. Sounds like a blueprint for the Golden State! Deteriorating roadways, levee systems which are a crap shoot, a lack of a comprehensive managed growth plan because of environmental idiots, a legislature which routinely cannot pass a balanced budget, an out of control illegal immigrant population----stop me before I get worked up.
Taxes keep going up and finding themselves in nebulous areas never intended for their original purposes. I paid a tax for environmental upkeep and growth management yet the whole fucking state is on fire. I pay a tax every time I go to the pump for roadway improvements yet these are the worst highways in the nation. Where did that money go??? We all know the answer.....
I know---into a bank account. Just not mine or yours. We'll just keep ponying up as they pocket it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not banging on Democrats---I hate Republican liars also--but all these guys have to go. There are too many pigs at the trough.
C) McCain and Obama. Mr Spend-a-lot and Mr Spend-alot. I'm voting for none of the above just like in the movie Brewster's Millions. Both of these guys are going to lead us straight to the toilet. One is a tan Jimmy Carter and the other is one nightmare away from our own personal Elm Street.
Bottom line--both have been so insulated from "real life" they have no idea what normal, honest Americans are going through. All they know is what their advisors tell them (or tell them to say at the right time). Wake up America and see it for what it is--bullshit!
Well, I seemed to be especially angry today. Still, it needed to be said.
There was good news-- The Cap'n is going to be a Papa!!!! Now the world must remain safe for Cap'n Jr.!!!!
..and always remember: When you get what you want, don't start bitching when shit goes wrong!!!!!!!!
--The Cap'n
A) Do we make anything here anymore? Small business is fucked. If you haven't looked around lately they are closing at record paces. Whether it be manufacturing, retail, service based--it does not matter. Why? The cost of business is impossible to absorb nowadays. Insurance, energy, medical, and regulatory costs are are out of control as well as costs of raw materials! Simple equation--costs go up, profit margins get compressed, businesses get closed. I know many small business owners who are closing up because they cannot compete with overseas or sub continental competition. Thank you NAFTA! Coming next the Amero!!
After that it will be "Hello Comrade!" What was I thinking, it will be "Ho la Amigo!!"
B) Where is my Tax Money Going? What a bunch of dickheads. The problem with a democracy has always been that those in power will over time start voting themselves the lion's share of the wealth and restrict the access to wealth acquiring activities. Sounds like a blueprint for the Golden State! Deteriorating roadways, levee systems which are a crap shoot, a lack of a comprehensive managed growth plan because of environmental idiots, a legislature which routinely cannot pass a balanced budget, an out of control illegal immigrant population----stop me before I get worked up.
Taxes keep going up and finding themselves in nebulous areas never intended for their original purposes. I paid a tax for environmental upkeep and growth management yet the whole fucking state is on fire. I pay a tax every time I go to the pump for roadway improvements yet these are the worst highways in the nation. Where did that money go??? We all know the answer.....
I know---into a bank account. Just not mine or yours. We'll just keep ponying up as they pocket it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not banging on Democrats---I hate Republican liars also--but all these guys have to go. There are too many pigs at the trough.
C) McCain and Obama. Mr Spend-a-lot and Mr Spend-alot. I'm voting for none of the above just like in the movie Brewster's Millions. Both of these guys are going to lead us straight to the toilet. One is a tan Jimmy Carter and the other is one nightmare away from our own personal Elm Street.
Bottom line--both have been so insulated from "real life" they have no idea what normal, honest Americans are going through. All they know is what their advisors tell them (or tell them to say at the right time). Wake up America and see it for what it is--bullshit!
Well, I seemed to be especially angry today. Still, it needed to be said.
There was good news-- The Cap'n is going to be a Papa!!!! Now the world must remain safe for Cap'n Jr.!!!!
..and always remember: When you get what you want, don't start bitching when shit goes wrong!!!!!!!!
--The Cap'n
Thursday, June 19, 2008
This Gay Marriage Thing...
Well, after just getting married myself some 10 days ago I thought it would be a good idea to just throw some thoughts out on the new law in California allowing gay couples to legally couple:
- Man, are they are ugly. Generally if I am watching porn and two girls start going at it they are pretty hot. One might be Asian, the other exotic South American, etc. These battle axes that are getting married are all from the Subaru nation. Please find me the "girls" getting married.
-Man, are they old. This is like watching the old Red Sox fans holding out on their deathbed before a World Series victory. Nobody was going to kick it until a Series victory, and it looks like the same can be said of the same sex couples.
-Why all the hubbub?? Mr. Religious right wacko is out there spouting Seventh Sign apocalyptic sewage about it being an abomination. Well, last time I checked these were STATE ceremonies that were civic in nature. These are CIVIL unions which have no bearing on your religious beliefs.
-Why all the hubbub Pt 2?? Mr. and Mrs. Lefty think they have struck a big civil rights victory equating this event to interracial marriage. Hate to break it to you--it's not. Even the South can stomach an interracial marriage before this. What you have though is a step forward as a minority in America that from a CIVIL standpoint has been long overdue.
-Can't wait to see the ballot box initiative on this one and the legal battles that follow. This should go on longer than the Rocky series that should have ended with Ivan Drago going down.
The Cap'ns Take:
The Cap'n is actually pretty moderate on this one. I have some gay friends who are excellent people and whose sexual orientation means absolutely nothing to me. To allow a civil union is something that makes sense. Why not have them go through the same crap we do- alimony, losing half your stuff, fighting over the summer home, hating your spouse, etc.
My personal religious beliefs tell me that I will ultimately be judged in the end for my actions by God, and God only. Everybody- gay or straight- has that day coming. I find it extremely hard to believe, though, that a God fearing, good hearted, law abiding person of whatever sexual orientation will be left out of heaven and a born again child molester will get in.
You wanted it--you got it. Now don't bitch about it when shit goes wrong.
- Man, are they are ugly. Generally if I am watching porn and two girls start going at it they are pretty hot. One might be Asian, the other exotic South American, etc. These battle axes that are getting married are all from the Subaru nation. Please find me the "girls" getting married.
-Man, are they old. This is like watching the old Red Sox fans holding out on their deathbed before a World Series victory. Nobody was going to kick it until a Series victory, and it looks like the same can be said of the same sex couples.
-Why all the hubbub?? Mr. Religious right wacko is out there spouting Seventh Sign apocalyptic sewage about it being an abomination. Well, last time I checked these were STATE ceremonies that were civic in nature. These are CIVIL unions which have no bearing on your religious beliefs.
-Why all the hubbub Pt 2?? Mr. and Mrs. Lefty think they have struck a big civil rights victory equating this event to interracial marriage. Hate to break it to you--it's not. Even the South can stomach an interracial marriage before this. What you have though is a step forward as a minority in America that from a CIVIL standpoint has been long overdue.
-Can't wait to see the ballot box initiative on this one and the legal battles that follow. This should go on longer than the Rocky series that should have ended with Ivan Drago going down.
The Cap'ns Take:
The Cap'n is actually pretty moderate on this one. I have some gay friends who are excellent people and whose sexual orientation means absolutely nothing to me. To allow a civil union is something that makes sense. Why not have them go through the same crap we do- alimony, losing half your stuff, fighting over the summer home, hating your spouse, etc.
My personal religious beliefs tell me that I will ultimately be judged in the end for my actions by God, and God only. Everybody- gay or straight- has that day coming. I find it extremely hard to believe, though, that a God fearing, good hearted, law abiding person of whatever sexual orientation will be left out of heaven and a born again child molester will get in.
You wanted it--you got it. Now don't bitch about it when shit goes wrong.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Numero Uno
The great Peter Griffin exclaimed, "You know what really grinds my gears?"... and that is what got me to thinking. If an animated character started making more sense than the "pundits" on television and the fish wraps, then maybe something has run amok. Hence we have Pusscon 3.
A bit of explaining. Pusscon 3 is a term invented years ago by my weekly (and now defunct) poker game which featured a ton of drinking, a myriad of debates, and some card playing thrown into the mix. When the stakes became a little high for one of us (usually around five dollars) and the collar became a tad tight, a fold would ensue. The ribbing would then escalate, a half drunk member of the table would stand up, and then the announcement would be made on the loudspeaker, "We have reached Pusscon 3!". The alert level had been raised because we had testicular shrinkage in the room!
With the obvious reference to our DEFCON system of readiness, we would always bust out with uncontrolled laughter and a verbal blistering to whomever elicited the command. The forces had been put on alert! We have a situation brewing that needs attention! One of us had lost our balls along the way and needed to be reminded.
That my friends is Pusscon 3.
In today's world you can no longer call it like you see it because it might offend someone- regardless of the truth.
Well, I'm going to spout out my version of it and hopefully someone other than myself enjoys it, or disagrees with it enough to engage in some lively debate.
Just like my buddy Bill needed the forces to be put on alert because he was dangerously close to extreme estrogen levels, Cap'n America is here to ensure we never reach Pusscon 4.
A bit of explaining. Pusscon 3 is a term invented years ago by my weekly (and now defunct) poker game which featured a ton of drinking, a myriad of debates, and some card playing thrown into the mix. When the stakes became a little high for one of us (usually around five dollars) and the collar became a tad tight, a fold would ensue. The ribbing would then escalate, a half drunk member of the table would stand up, and then the announcement would be made on the loudspeaker, "We have reached Pusscon 3!". The alert level had been raised because we had testicular shrinkage in the room!
With the obvious reference to our DEFCON system of readiness, we would always bust out with uncontrolled laughter and a verbal blistering to whomever elicited the command. The forces had been put on alert! We have a situation brewing that needs attention! One of us had lost our balls along the way and needed to be reminded.
That my friends is Pusscon 3.
In today's world you can no longer call it like you see it because it might offend someone- regardless of the truth.
Well, I'm going to spout out my version of it and hopefully someone other than myself enjoys it, or disagrees with it enough to engage in some lively debate.
Just like my buddy Bill needed the forces to be put on alert because he was dangerously close to extreme estrogen levels, Cap'n America is here to ensure we never reach Pusscon 4.
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