Sunday, August 26, 2007

M.V. so what?

I am so damn sick of hearing the adventures of Mike Vick. The way the media treats it, you would think he is a serial murderer. Now, I don't agree with fighting dogs. Chickens, yes. Dogs, no. What I am pissed off about is the medias complete and total overkill on a story that should have taken less than 15 minutes to report. A brief diatribe explaining that he was fighting dogs followed a few months later by announcing his sentencing. 24 hour coverage of this event is not needed. The involvement of the pet terrorist group, PETA, was totally unnecessary. I suppose that the media will continue to over kill every story that churns along. Come on guys!! Give it a rest.

As I threatened, I have written and published some erotic literature. My first offerings have scored 12,000 readers in three days. At least one of my sisters thinks I'm writing perverted, dirty slop. She can think whatever she wants. This is, after all a partially free country. I am disappointed, however that my detractors didn't bother to read these stories before passing judgement. If you want to read these terrible, seductive bits of literary tripe, send me an e-mail and I'll be happy to let you know how to find them. Be careful, though, this stuff can be addictive.

Ah, yes, football is back. After several months of sports draught, we have real entertainment again. Have you noticed the way the media keeps trying to shove soccer down our throats? If you enamored of soccer, move to Europe. 98% of the sporting public think that soccer sucks. Given the choice between watching soccer and watching cosmetic commercials, I would go for the lipstick. Soccer sucks.

My fishing buddy back east has said he is 'killing' the striped bass. I sure wish I was there. In fact, I wish I was anywhere where water exists in the streams and fish reside in the water. Such is not the case here. Dry creeks. No fish. An idiotic game department that poisons out the only fishing holes for miles around and then suggests that you drive 60 miles to the nearest rocky, worthless reservoir.

The weather here continues to be good. Daytime temperatures are in the high 90s. No clouds. No wind. Perfect. Delano gets an "A".

I can't think of much else to bitch about. Send your e-mails and I'll send you directions.

dakara