It's Memorial Day...

...it's not an excuse to barbeque. Thank a Soldier, Marine, Airman or Sailor. Seek out a person who has lost a family member or friend fighting for our country and thank them. It's because of them that you get to barbeque on the weekends. It's also because of them that some of you (and you know who you are) are able to protest. Dissent is important in our society, but you need to respect our troops. They do what most of us will not.

The end of the saga...

To the San Antonio Spurs: Thanks for a great season! You showed the ability to win with class. To Dallas coach Avery Johnson: Congratulations! Your coaching skill delivered. We’ll always be fans of yours. To the Dallas Maverick players: Great job in a hard fought series. Your ability and enthusiasm will take you far! To Mark Cuban: Having money without class is like lipstick on a pig. It doesn’t matter how much you have, you still look like a pig.

Oh, and congratulations to David Stern, the moron who is mismanaging the NBA: you finally were able to get the small market team out of the playoffs. Wattafuckingjackassyouare!

Continuing my review of the Mark Cuban saga...

"The River Walk River is nasty. I know it. Everyone who lives in San Antonio knows it. I said it."--from Mark Cuban's "blog"

Mark, you are a pimp, your wife is a whore, and we're all kinda surprised that you even like women.* To use one of your quotes, "I know it. Everyone who lives in San Antonio knows it. I said it."

Kinda works! Thanks for being Texas' least favorite frat boy.

*not that there's anything wrong with that.

Mark Cuban-more or less class than Larry Flynt?

Mark Cuban is a snapshot of Dallas Sports. The teams are full of great people, but their owners have as much class as those guys in Central Park that wear overcoats-and nothing else.

Cuban stated on a radio show in Dallas that "There's not going to be one fan in (American Airlines Center) that doesn't believe that we can kick (the Spurs')butt all the way back to that ugly-ass, muddy watered thing they call a River Walk."

Now that's class. While two very evenly matched teams are battling for a chance to to to the Conference Finals, this guy opens his mouth and proves that the old adage that team owners run their team best when they keep quiet and behind the scenes.

This little crybaby, still having his little tantrum over losing his prison buddy Jason Terry for the night, tried to have one of the Spurs players, Bruce Bowen, disciplined by the league because he stepped on the foot of Jason Terry. Oh, and he had video footage. The league responded that it was an "inactionable" offense. Hey Markie, that means you look like an idiot for even bringing the matter up! Wait a minute. You don't look like an idiot. More like a little prick. A real little prick.

I'm not sure that I agree with the idea of suspending Jason Terry in the playoffs; I think it was more a "heat of the moment" type thing than maliciousness, but Cuban's acting like a little bitch. Well, maybe not acting...

Mark, we don't hate your team. You are a different story.

...and now a commercial...

well, not really. my wife was in a traffic accident recently(not her fault) and the driver who caused the accident uses SafeCo Insurance. Because of my insane work schedule, I can't take my wife's car in for repairs except on the weekend. They won't pay for a rental car unless it's during a weekday. So basically, I have to use up my valuable time to take my wife's car in to have it worked on whileSafeCo saves on 2 days' worth of car rentals. This company is a joke, even my insurance company thought so.

Moral of all this is that if you are involved in an accident, ant the insurer who is supposed to pay up for damages is SafeCo, save yourself the aggravation and just get your own company to deal with the accident.

SafeCo Sucks.

Israeli Supplier Cuts Gas to Palestinians

From Yahoo News

NABLUS, West Bank - Palestinian gas stations started shutting down and motorists lined up at pumps after an Israeli fuel company cut off deliveries Wednesday, deepening the humanitarian crisis following Hamas' rise to power.

An end to fuel supplies for the West Bank and Gaza could cripple hospitals, halt food deliveries and keep people home from work — a devastating scenario for an economy already ravaged by Israeli and international sanctions.

I'm crying on the inside. Mostly because I have a cramp in my side from laughing so hard at these morons. Read the whole thing.

The Good Guys Still Win

Yeah, I talk a lot of politics on this blog. I never talk about my favorite basketball team, the San Antonio Spurs. Last night they took out Sacramento and the Bad Guy Ron "We will win this series" Artest. Guess it sucks to be Artest today.

No reason for the Spurs to be happy yet, though. They play less than 36 hours later in San Antonio. Who knows how that'll turn out. As usual, the morons in the Front Office of the NBA think that it's perfectly acceptable for there to be less than 2 days between games in the playoffs. Total fuckwits, all of them. David Stern is the biggest idiot of them all.

No, David, I don't have any connection to the team, so you can't fine me! FOAD, you little jerk!

No death penalty for "20th Hijacker"

Don't think I've become some sort of mealy-mouthed person because of the following opinion:

I'm glad Moussari didn't get the death penalty.

I'm not thrilled about the prospect of not being able to stick a needle in this jihadist's arm and sending him empty handed to Allah in Hell, but frankly, I think justice will be served better by letting him spend the rest of his days enjoying the tender care of pissed off prison guards and I'm also kinda jazzed about the fact that maybe, just maybe, he'll get the Dahmer treatment. Mostly, I want him to rot. Slowly. With no hope of ever seeing his family again. I want him to live for years. I want him put on display. I want the little jihadist tortured. Not for information. For fun. I want him wearing panties on his head. I want female guards to straddle him and dogs to urinate on his bound and gagged body. I want his meals laced with pork. I want his koran smeared with shit. I want a prisoner with a non-lethal STD to cornhole him.

Hey, I can dream, can't I?