I know that some of you are going to be shocked, but hazing at high school still happens. Kids don’t seem to mind that they can get busted by the cops for it. Did I mention that the Morton Ranch High School Hazing that happened recently involves the school that one of my daughters attends? I have no problem with every single one of the perps being arrested, cuffed, stuffed, booked, tried, kicked off the team, and permanently suspended from school. And let’s not forget the black mark on their permanent records.
Archive for July, 2008
Generally, the statement should be “White males should never attempt to emulate a dancing technique in public other than the ‘white man’s overbite’.”
At what point does responsibility for one’s self simply disappear? In one part of Los Angeles, the time is now. A one year moratorium on all new fast food restaurants in South LA has been proposed by council. Now for the stats. There are about 8,200 restaurants in an area covering about 32 square miles with about a half million residents in South LA. About 30% of the kids in the area are considered obese. The proposal sailed through a vote with nary a scuffle.
It’s just gubbermint. They’re here to help you, at your expense, because you are too stupid to take care of yourself. Wait until the council finds out that more than half of the proposed new fast food restaurants could be considered “ethnic”. Then the moratorium will be found to be a violation of civil rights… Or that some of the new restaurants were being funded with economic grants to minorities from the same city council… Is the constriction of commerce in support of “helping” those who cannot be bothered to take care of themselves really a desirable goal of goverment?
Am I the only one who is tired of the perpetually perky brand juggernaut of Racel Ray? She’s made an empire out of beenie weenie casseroles and hammie cheesie roll-ups (which I enjoy, but do not need to see made on TV, offered as meaningful cuisine). But now she has her own line of dog food. Sheesh. Dogs do not respond to marketing, people do. And Rachel’s smile is a little too shiny white. Some would say that she has always served up pet food…
I know that we live in a consumer based society. And I know that condoms are valuable product in the prevention of pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases. But I think that I am a little uncomfortable with Hannah Montana being the paid spokesperson for LifeStyles condoms. But here’s the deal… the 15 year old who has pledged not to have sex until she is married hasn’t received an offer from LifeStyles. Yep, they’ve offered her $1,000,000 to be the shill, just not officially. Miley Cyrus’ (her real name) rep has stated that the offer was never received, nor would it be considered. Is this the new trend in consumer marketing? Create a story where none exists… oh wait, happens every day.
I am not an animal rights activist. I don’t like PETA. But I do wear leather and I do eat the flesh of other animals. I think I finally found out where I draw the line. Turning your pet into a pelt (warning, extremely disturbing photos). And I think I know why. The cow, fish, chicken, pig, whatever… did not provide companionship to me. This is just not right.
There are more than a few “gangs” in the Houston area. Some of them are for real and other are just bored kids with a spray paint can. It’s the bored kids that worry me. You see, they have taken to tagging everything that isn’t moving (and some that are). The problem is especially bad in middle class residential communities where these wannabe hellions mark their territory. What they fail to realize is that, at some point, a real gang is going to take notice. And then people will get hurt. In the mean time, we can rest safely knowing that these midget miscreants are doing their best to weed themselves out of the gene pool.
I had need to go to Wally World over the weekend. I really do not like the place at all and I like it even less on the weekends, but honey do’s on the weekend have a final buzzer element, so I went. There has been a little turf battle between the summer vacationers since school let out. HOA’s, businesses, gubbermints and local residents spend their money dutifully scraping, sandblasting, power washing and otherwise trying to keep up with the tags and tags over tags. This subdivision is mine! And this one is mine! This post office sign marks my property, and the empty lot with the district attorney election sign (she lost) is mine!
Apparently, the children want to claim the Wal Mart parking lot. Yep… The place that doesn’t need resurfacing because the used gum works better than asphalt… the land of dirty diapers, Sonic bags, puke from a bender, a Waffle House and Denny’s, RV parking (with no discharge facilities), zombie shopping carts, and imaginative condom refuse… is gang property. Every single light pole’s concrete base was tagged. While picking up what I needed for the project, I also got another can of spray solvent to do my part keeping my street clean. I also picked up another box of Winchester White Box .45 caliber ammunition. Same reason… Tagging a Wal Mart parking lot? Lovely.