Assorted Vents....

Well I have a couple different topics that I am working on for future blogs, and those require some serious thought, so as a result I've decided to give you a list of things to think about, because they rattle around in my head all day long. I call it

1. I'd be the first to admit that I am firm in my stance on issues in politics, but I also allow people to speak their opinion. Asshats that just start screaming and tuning you out when you are bringing up points/ideas, make me want to punch infants... stop being so gosh-darn closed off you Turd!

2. I thought about this the other day when talking to a single friend... When I was younger, I got a lot of my more "unsportsmanlike" moments out of my system, the excitement of cheating on a girlfriend, the debaucherous nature of a fraternity guy, binge drinking, etc. The guys that don't do it when they are younger, obviously never got it out of their systems, so they are doing it later in life. That's why these guys that were picked on in high school and college, you know the type, cops, firefighters, state troopers etc, now that they have some semblance of power, are doing it to wives and as a result, giving us normal guys, a bad rap. Honestly I wish I could convey how frustrating it is for a nice guy to have to swim upstream against all this negative publicity these guys give us, its like trying to train a lion with a pellet gun, just completely ineffective.

3. Uninformed sports fans that don't know a touchdown from a home run. I can understand being a homer fan, shit this town is crawling with them.... But some people that just cheer for the team and cant even name like 3 people on the fucking team... Okay so you can tell me who they played last week, can you tell me what their record was last year, hell, even this year? There is nothing more frustrating than hearing women scream, "Throw a home run Todd" when the quarterback's name is Chad.... Seriously go jump out of a chopper from 3500 feet without a parachute. On this same note, the cocksucker sports-fan. The guy who knows about sports, knows that healthy rivalries lead to great games, yet is the asshole that says, "I Hope someone kills (insert opposing player's name here), so his career is over!" Like okay I'm a Jets fan and by nature we're supposed to be assholes, but I was a former coach, and as much as I hate losing, I have to accept the loss as either they were better or we fucked up... Just because the Dolphins beat us twice this year doesn't mean I want the entire team charter on its way to Jacksonville to crash into Lake Okeechobee. I admit, I do have one person I despise with a fervor reserved for the 9th ring of hell, but its not a player, its a coach, more importantly Bill Bellichek... But seriously, these fans bug the shit out of me, like they only root for their team, and are complete cunts about any success their opponents/not-their-team may have. Enjoy sports for what they are, COMPETITION. I understand being a die-hard fan, but show some fucking respect to the other teams trying their hardest just as your team is. Basically, these sports fans need a humbling, preferably by one of players they hate so much... wouldn't you like to see Brian Urlacher unload on a 165 lb douche who wished him dead....

4. Bosses that suck... like seriously, do you need to check what I am doing every 20 min? If I'm one of the best employees you've ever had according to what you've said, fuck off and and don't double check all of my work. Go crash into an AIDS tree or something.

5. I hate it when you get a bag of chips and I'm excited to open it and when I do, its three-quarters air in the bag. Fuck!!! its such a let down....

6. It's December.... Can someone tell the weather that!!!!! we've been experiencing record highs for the past week, while the rest of the fucking country is freezing its butts off....

That's all for now. I expect that this will be the regular Thursday blog, just the snippets of a life spent fighting stupidity... with rage....

DVD Review: "Hurt Locker"

From the Director of "Strange Days" and "Point Break" comes The 2008 hit action-thriller-drama, "The Hurt Locker." "Iraq. Forced to play a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse in the chaos of war, an elite Army bomb squad unit must come together in a city where everyone is a potential enemy and every object could be a deadly bomb."

I went into the movie expecting a war movie. That's not what i got, but i was not disappointed, and definitely pleasantly surprised. The style of the movie made you feel like you were right in the middle of the whole movie, at times, feeling just as lost and just as scared as the soldiers in the situation.

Jeremy Renner as Staff Sergeant William James was a fine portrayal of how war can get to someone. He definitely surprised me with his acting ability, having done bits and pieces here and there in other movies, and finally showing he could act in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" However, his versatility was still in doubt in my eyes. This proved to me, he's got at least 3 more great performances before Hollywood takes him seriously, and that's a damn shame!

Cinematography was top notch, the sound editing was great, and the score added to the drama perfectly. The only thing that i would have worked on is the pacing of the film, a bit slow at times, and other times a bit too fast... other than that, I have no complaints about this movie.

Ralph Fiennes, Guy Pierce, and Evangaline Lilly all are in the movie in small roles, and they add in their own way to this story. I can honestly say that this movies' portrayal of the the War in Iraq is so gritty and edgy, that Kathryn Bigelow, Director, can boast she just directed the "Platoon" of this Generation.

Judgement:

Coven of Doucheness

So since the last time I wrote, a few things have happened and the results of which is me writing this. Let's get mooooving... shall we?

A week after my previous blog, I met someone, we started dating and i totally fell in love with this person in no time. We could finish each others sentences, we spoke in meaningful and intelligent conversation and we both cared for each other deeply. Obviously not enough because she did break up with me not too long ago, One of the main reasons I'm back....

The more I travel this town called, Miami, Florida, the commonly referred to "305" by its douchidents, the more i realize our future is rather dim.... I walked into Doral Ale House this past Tuesday, in an effort to get off the grid. None of my close friends travel into this Coven of Doucheness willingly, so the exercise had merit, as far as getting off the grid, at least. I managed to grab a seat at the bar, when it occurred to me i was older than about 60% of the patrons.... by at least 8 years!

I was sitting there, looking around and realizing, "Do these people even think about what they are doing before going out???" About 90% of all the women, under the age of approximately 24, were dressed to the 9's! They are aware that its a Tuesday? And it's a sports bar right? That not withstanding, i began looking at the male-douches that were roaming the quiet countryside of a Tuesday Ladies Night at Doral Ale House.... This did not make me feel any more confident on our future.... Now i know, without a shadow of a doubt, that i am by no means the best looking guy; however, i have to question the thought process of these guys. That having been said, do men(and i use the term loosely) actually think that wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of baggie jean shorts with flip flops makes them look good? I can understand if a few were in this garb of douchness, but it was a common happenstance, as if they all received a memo and decided to follow the dress code to a "T". I rarely leave my house in anything but jeans, only because i like to look good for myself, i feel like a bum if i go out and am not in at least a Polo shirt. People can call me vain for that, but the reality is i don't give a shit if me making sure i am at least presentable qualifies me as vain.

I think what really irked me about this whole situation was that the women there were actually paying attention to the members of this Coven. What was worse, they were drawn to it... Like a moth to a lamp... I sat there for the duration of 3 or 4 beers quietly observing, as i normally do when i am trying to understand human nature, and honestly i felt like my brain kept getting Blue Screens of Death while trying to do the computations!



I ended up leaving early around 1030 and all that was going through my head is how screwed up this town will be in 4 years when these leaders of the axis of ineptitude try running the town, most likely into the ground.

DVD Review: "Fighting"

Released to the theaters in April, Dito Montiel gives us his second attempt at directing. "In New York City, a young counterfeiter is introduced to the world of underground street fighting by a seasoned scam artist, who becomes his manager on the bare-knuckling brawling circuit." Let me begin by saying one thing about this movie... "Don't!"

Maybe I went into the movie expecting a bit better story, maybe a better plot, or maybe just better fight scenes. The fights were filmed in the latest style of being so close to the action you can't really tell whats happening, let alone who's hitting who.... until the final fight scene, in which case, they zoomed out and we saw a semblance of more realistic action.

I think part of my problem was that I went in thinking it would be more MMA style fighting and not so much bare knuckle brawler type fighting. I was so impressed with how Jeff Wadlow had turned "Never Back Down" into this generation's "Karate Kid," I went in thinking maybe they can do this one with the same delivery and yet still make it "edgy." Boy was I wrong, I basically saw this generations "Lionheart," without the cheese of Van Damme. or the spectacular fighting. This was more like two 10th graders in the gym locker room between classes.

Let me talk about Dito Montiel for a bit here. The man tried hard to give the regular feeling of a "heart felt" story. Having given Channing Tatum's character a similar conflict with his father like that of the Sean Faris' character in Never Back Down, i was instantly turned off by this theme of "angry at my father"... Maybe being writer and director of the film was too much for Dito. I do believe that Dito did a great job of casting Luis Guzman as Martinez. He plays smarmy underworld criminal very well, and he gives you that flamboyance and panache you only get from Male Latin Actors.

The main female character, Zulay Velez, portrayed by Zulay Henao, was one bright spot in the movie...




And at first I couldn't figure out why they named the character after her... Till i saw the scene where they turned her into the stereotypical NY Puerto Rican Girl, living with "Abuela," being a single mom and, of course, washing her hair in the sink..... WOW... really? To make it worse they gave her the big hoop earrings with her name across the hoop... I think in order to save money on props they asked her to bring her real ones, and they renamed the character after her. She was smoking hot, and possibly the most believable of all the actors in their roles.

Channing Tatum as Shawn MacArthur was.... horrid. He's a terrible actor, completely incapable of carrying a movie. Now i know why they brought back Dennis Quaid for more scenes in GI Joe in order to put him more towards leading man. Channing Tatum couldn't lead a wet dream staring him. He may look good with his shirt off to the ladies, but seriously he was so systematic in his acting it was hard to believe he was anything more that a BTWDG. Big Tall White Dumb Guy. Granted his character was a wrestler and that helped his believability, but his range of emotions was never believable to me. The one thing I've always looked for in actors is whether they make their character have a weakness, something that almost anyone can relate to. Tatum had nothing of that, Terrence Howard did, but his role wasn't really necessary after he introduced him into the fighting circuit. they could have had him text him all the info and that was that. There was no need for him to be in the movie, except to parallel Lionheart a bit further.

Overall it was a total non-thinking movie. Fights, "underworld bare-knuckle fist fighting", and a hot chick. On a scale of 4 stars i'm giving it 1/2 a star as i should have watched whales humping for an hour and 45 minutes as opposed to this garbage.

Judgement:

Good mood to blood Boiling in .35 secs

Morning all, its been a quiet week here at the home.... Weekend went well, can't complain, i'm actually in the process of writing a few articles at the same time, as i get writer's block, i just change stories until i figure out how to finish the other one....

But i came into work , and in a span of 2 min, totally pissed myself off. I made myself a major sandwich, a manly sandwich, with like 4 or 5 different lunch meats and 3 different cheeses. Left that on the counter at home, i'm going to have to drive home to get it during lunch.... Let the pressure valve begin rising...

And while i'm on Facebook on my IPhone while walking over to desk... i found out my ex-girfriend was in vogue. I am yet to find the picture because i think it's this month... And i will be posting it when i find it.

God knows i am furious at this, *smacks self* "You really screwed that one up!" That was my brain not my friends...

The Hangover....

So, as you see above, The Hangover, has been in theaters for almost 2 months now, and still making everyone laugh. I myself have seen it twice. And before last night, i thought, if i experienced a quarter of what they did in one night, i can die a happy man. Well, last night, while having some drinks with a few esteemed colleagues, the conclusion was reached. We too would have the same sort of night, and probably more hectic, illegal and chaotic. We admitted that the Mike Tyson tiger would have been kinda hard, but we would have settled for stealing a penguin from the Flamingo hotel. Only after filling the hot tube up with ice and cold water. Can you imagine walking into a hotel room and having a penguin waddling around and trying to catch him to begin with!!!! Now that's hilarious comedy!!!!
What's probably worse is everyone of us last night knew exactly who would marry the stripper and who would get stuck on the roof after he passes out. I guarantee that a baby in the closet would be the least of our worries!!

Mondays Suck....

Well after an interesting and yet short weekend, Monday has once again been that demon which reminds us of our responsibilities. But due to some very hilarious antics all piled up after each other, i must admit that i was totally slacking on updates this weekend. So i will bring up a couple of key points from the weekend....

Points of interest from the weekend:

1. I love it when a boyfriend becomes so jealous that he "tries" me, not because i am paying attention to his gf, but because his gf is paying attention to me... Maybe if he wasn't wearing an Ed Hardy Sports Coat......
2. The Beach Boys would have been jealous from all the Hawaiian shirts we busted out on Sunday at Hooters. Sample:

3. I'm a firm believer that if i am at home and my girlfriend is there, it is perfectly acceptable for me to ask her to get me a beer. God knows I am probably doing something manly, like sanding, sawing, chopping, digging, or any number of things. But, it is in no way right for a man to ask his woman to get him a beer in public, let alone make her pay for it. This is in NO WAY RESPECTABLE, get your own fucking beer bastard.
4. Customer service that rots. Nothing is worse than people who work in customer service and they put themselves on too comfortable a level. Like instead of the standard, "..and can I have your name please?" they say, "Hey what was your name?" Or even better, instead of saying "Can I place you on hold one moment please?" he says "Hold Up." Go play in traffic.
5. The boyscout speech. "It's not you, its me" I forgot who I was talking to recently that their significant other gave them this speech, God that's such a cop out... I should know, I've used it in the past!

Don't get even, Go mad........

So AMC has a show called Mad Men which was nominated for 13 bajillion different awards, critically acclaimed, and yet still wasn't canceled, a la Arrested Development. Entering its 3rd full season, Mad Men is offering a "Casting Call." The person who wins, gets a small walk on roll on the show. As it turns out, a good friend of mine has entered, and is now asking for your my help, which in turn means I ask for YOUR help! You can only vote 1 time per day from each computer.... i know sucks.. But i am asking that you vote 5 stars for my buddy R. Fiallo. here is the link

Mad Men Casting Call

A thank you of sorts....

I will begin this post a bit differently than the rest, this is a big humongous thank you to the ladies and women of this world. I know that I come down hard on women for some if not most of the things you all do. But I have to admit, we don't appreciate you as much as we should. You get all dressed up and look pretty and sexy for any myriad of reasons, sometimes sacrificing comfort for it, and we don't acknowledge your efforts often enough. So again Thank you.

Now, don't let this get to your head!

Great find by one of our readers..

To the Belen Class of 1997

Whether everyone got along or not, we all feel the loss more or less the same. Some of us having spent 7 years together at Belen, we spent more time with each other than our actual blood family. We became a family of over 160, everyone that passed through those halls and shared the class of 97 spirit. We weren't all "jocks", or "nerds", or "quiet ones", or even "popular ones", simply put we were brothers. And the loss of 1 always reminds us of that bond we all share being class of 1997. Rene B put it best on Cal's page, a piece of me is gone with Cal, and we'll never get it back. I hope I am not the only one that thinks this way...

A somber day...

"Because we do not know when we are going to die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well and yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood? An afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it? Perhaps 4 .... 5 times more. Perhaps not even that." Taken from Brandon Lee's final interview, while making The Crow

I sit here, saddened and completely at a loss. My day started just like any other Monday, me fighting the sunlight coming through the corner of my window. Hitting the snooze button about 3 times, before finally crawling out of bed and wandering around the house for about 10 min while the cobwebs in my brain get shaken loose. I got dressed went to work and arrived like any other day. 10 min after i show up, my cell phone rings, which for me usually means I'm getting bitched at for something i forgot. My friend Alex was calling, dude he must be calling about the party this weekend.

Me: What's up bro?
Alex: Dude have you checked your email?
Me: No, why?
Alex: I got an email from the Alumni association, Cal Acosta died this weekend... This is the first i hear of it.
Me: what the fuck? are you fucking serious?
Alex: bro check your e-mail, see if your mom has heard anything through the alumni grapevine.
Me: Yea I'll call you back!

I hang up my phone, and instantly scramble to check my yahoo mail. I've since switched my main email to gmail, but my yahoo account is more for all of my alumni association emails, High school, Fraternity, etc. Probably the reason I don't check it as often. I open it up and sure enough its there. my mouth still hasnt closed, and i think i may have not have taken a breath in around 45 seconds. My hand starts shaking as I go to login to Facebook, i remember reading a status update from him last week about Burn Notice. I get to his page and its like reading a goodbye card from over 40 people to him. Of course, i instantly want to know details of what happened, and the journalist in me takes over, i start asking around, trying to get information from anyone who i know would have solid confirmed information.
The next person i speak to is Nick, who had gotten the call in the morning from his cousin. information starts pouring in from all the different sources. The picture is almost crystal clear. except there is one problem, It is a very hard pill to swallow. Not Cal, he was always so happy, he never looked like anything would get to him....
In an effort to not create a biased and or post false information, i will give that information which i know to be certain. Cal was at Sunset Place, there was an incident with his wife(this is still somewhat speculative, but the story has been confirmed by 3 different independent sources), he then walked to the top floor of the parking garage and jumped.... This is all that i will post as i cannot confirm or deny actions i did not witness, and at this point anything else will be hearsay and purely speculative. I do not want to smear anyone in any way shape or form, if someone feels that i have, i want you to know that is not my intention, and please accept my sincerest apologies if you feel that way.
Ultimately, what demons he fought, whether permanent or temporary, only he and God know what they were. I pray for him and his family and cannot express any more emotions than those that his closest friends have already expressed on his page.

"I will always love u bro. U will always be loved and we will meet again one day." - Mike Sotelo
"cal, a piece of heart was broken this afternoon but you will always remain one of my original "big brothers". i love you and will miss you always,"-Jeannine Riesco
"Breaks my heart to hear this kind of news. Hands down the nicest guy I've ever met. My prayers go out to you, your wife, family and friends. Rest in peace." - David Hernandez
"Cal...I love you man..A piece of me has left with you and will never come back." - Rene Barasoain

Their sentiments are exactly how i feel. one of the nicest guys I've ever met, always a smile on his face. I'll miss you big guy, see you on the basketball courts during lunch........

An exerpt from my Saturday night.

1:41 So as I sit here with friends at gatsbys, I am people watching the group of four next to me. A guy sitting next to a girl in yellow sitting across from another guy. Next to the douche across from her, is her best friend who is hitting on said douche. Meanwhile, the yellow top girl is getting hit on by the guy next to her, but she isn't paying attention to him. She is too busy playing footsie with douche across from her. Now I sit here and laugh because does her friend know she is playing footsie? It looks like her friend is really into this guy, isn't she just being a heartless bitch by trying to take this guy?
1:46 Now I just witnessed the yellow top feed the douche ice. What's funnier is the guy next to her is undetered he is still trying. My hat goes off to this guy for his determination. As well as to the girl for her complete and utter whore ability to keep him interested while hitting on the guy across from her. The body language is clear enough that any sane man would figure out that she isn't interested and yet he is blinded by the "I'm getting laid" mentality.
1:51 yellow top just kissed Mr. Determination. While tapping her foot at the guy in front of her. Could this be a prelude to some debaucherous type of incident that the average man has only seen in Internet porn? She may just be trying to be turned into an Eifel tower? She is around 21 years old and not at all unattractive, I'd definitely have to kick her out of bed for eat chcken wings without napkins though.
2:01 Mr. Determination just started playing air drums in an attempt to impress yellow top. I'll pause so you can insert the your own douchebag comment.... He now has his arm around her while her leg is reaching out for the guy in front of her. While sitting there, her arm is reaching out on the table trying to reach out for him. Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer just came on the speakers, Mr. Determination squeezed her close and she winced the sort of wince you see from a three year old being force fed asparagus.
2:08 the couple across from her left the table for God knows what reason, and she started making out with Mr. Determination... This girl has totally confused me in about 1.3 seconds....
2:10 the other couple came back and the make-out session completely stopped! The douche across from her looks like he got fired from american eagle outfitters, the guy next to her looks like a reject from pit bull's posse.....
2:12 The douche just started playing with her foot.... This is fucking hilarious!!!!! He's massaging her calf, while the other is determined to get laid!!!! Now, she can't stop rubbing her foot on his leg, but his friend doesn't stop. I've thought about how maybe they might be good friends, but the googley eyes she gives him tell me so much more! Meanwhile, I've informed my group of the situation and evertime something happens we all start cracking up. If the chick in yellow wasn't so ditsy, maybe she'd pickup on the fact that we all see through her cunty ways!
2:16 douche just asked me for a cigarette. Him and yellow top just started sharing it, so me being the nice guy, and let's face it, hoping to keep them around for further entertainment, said sure. Immediately, they start playing footsy and are "having a moment." Mr. Determination wants to interupt it as soon as possible, so he takes her cigarette and takes a drag, trying to stake claim to more than just her. Instantly they are playing with the cigarettes in the ashtray, having the tips touch as if the cigarettes were kissing. Excuse me while I pick myself off the floor from the hysteria that this is causing me.
2:22 footsy continues. The girl next to the douche has given up. All forward advancement has ceased, and I believe she may be checking out my friend Ed. Mr. Determination just walked away and the footsie intensity has increased. Now he's rubbing her hand. I really hope one of these poor schleps gets laid. She just called the other one into the bathroom, something tells me they will come back and switch seats lol!
2:26 the guys just talked it over and Mr. Determination called out his boy. I think it's been cleared up. They came back from the bathroom and took their original seats, interesting, possible orgy? I think my head hurts from figuring this out! I will walk away before my head just combusts.
EPILOGUE:
After spending a wonderful 2 hours with a friend from Boston who I barely get to see, I leave and begin the trek home with my comrade in arms, Ed. We've been discussing the incidents of the evening and apparently at one point the girls cleared the confusion up with hand signals, man I wish I would have caught that! At the end of us being at the table next to them, I couldn't help but crack up, throwing every possible footsie reference I could. Eventually, they left and my outside entertainment was gone. I do have to say, this emphasizes why I write this!! I can't believe such mayhem would ensue from a simple gathering. Although I admit, it provided plenty of entertainment for me and my friends! Now I can't help but wonder, if this is the future of this town? Do the generation after us really have their heads this far up their ass? I pray this was just a bad representation of the generation to follow....

Mohawks and Douchebags, 1 in the same?

Now, this is something that really bugs the living shit out of me:

Are Mohawks really coming back into style?

Now if I may, let us look over the history of said haircut. The mohawk hit "main stream" in the early 1980s. It became popular as a result of the "Punk" and "Rivethead" subcultures. Punks were all about rebelling against established norms. And if one can further infer, the haircut itself was a big way of giving the finger to the "status quo." Named after the Native American tribe, the mohawk was actually not that common a hair cut for those ancient Native Americans. The earliest known case of a person "sporting the do" was Clonycavan Man, a 2000 year old body found in a bog, which kept it decently preserved(found in Dublin, Ireland).

The modern day re-emergence of the haircut can be loosely attributed to Angelina Jolie's Adopted son, Maddox(New York Times Article, "The Mohawk Becomes, Well, Cute," Eric Wilson, 2005). Since then the, "Fauxhawk" has entered into its popularity with the likes of David Beckham(see above).

Now, I have to say I find it hilariously stupid that someone would actually give their child a mohawk. take this poor schmuck whos doomed to have scars that cut deep enough to make a stripper wince:

You are probably thinking, oh no big deal its a haircut. But this poor sap got suspended from school because of his haircut, that his parents probably forced on him or better yet, ALLOWED!

Now, all that having been said, the term douchebag has come into modern day slang to describe, "arrogance and engaging in obnoxious and/or irritating actions without malicious intent."

Now consider this, almost all of the people sporting the mohawk seem to be "irritating and obnoxious." and they do it because they "like" it. In turn that can be called "without malicious intent"

So I've put thought into it, and any douche wearing a mohawk will indeed be dubbed douchebag. And for the ultimately annoying and total assholes out there, Douche-hammer. I'm going to be updating this post in a bit to include pictures from a very important website, www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com in order to prove my point.

First Blog... From Comic-con to Beer Summit and Beyond

So, as I sit here and as I consider all that I want to talk about, I find myself having a difficult time finding an actual coherent path to my thoughts. Tack on to that my own hatred for gossip/trash blogs I find myself in a conundrum of sorts. Thus, I will proceed while trying my best not to turn into that which I hate so much, i.e. Perez Hilton. Let me begin by explaining why the name of this blog is Molar's Vent

At the beginning of every week the weekend provides for me a release of pressure, much like the valve to the left. But sometimes by the end of the week stupidity is in full effect and this happens:

Let me begin by speaking about this past weeks events, starting off with last weeks Comic-con in San Diego. As most of us have read or seen(through the luxury of YouTube) Comic-con was a resounding success for all parties involved. Movie Premiers, game trailers, celebrity panels, and scantily clad women dressed up like their favorite characters from just about any genre of game/comic. From the battalion of storm troopers, to the short blond in pig-tails dressed as Cammy, there was no doubt that it showed this current generation's love for the latest incarnation of "art." Needless to say, it gives "nerds", "geeks", and "weirdos" of all types a Mecca to travel to at least once in their life. I have to admit, that I myself and curious about this phenomenon and will be trying to find a way out there over the next couple of years. I loved watching the highlights with actors like Scarlett Johannson, Sam Rockwell, Robert Downey, Jr., and Megan Fox , the credibility of the event continues to increase every year with more and more production studios, movie studios, comic companies participating every year. now you are probably asking, why am I venting? Well I'm not, I'm just extremely jealous that some nerd dressed as young Anakin from Star Wars got to go while I was stuck working!

Now I will move on to a few more fun moments in our lives recently, most importantly being the Beer Summit. Under normal circumstances, I would think that this is a meeting between my friends Nick and Miguel trying to decide who's pancreas works least, I found myself appalled and disgusted by our President Obama's actions. Not because he tried to play mediator, but because to be damn honest, stop playing the damn RACE CARD. First off, from my understanding from reading different articles and such, Professor Henry Louis Gates, acted like a complete jackass when he immediately played the race card on Officer James Crowley. Crowley is a cop doing his job, a man looks to be breaking into a house, and an officer says what are you doing? This was something that should not be an issue, except Obama made it an issue. This is depressing.... Has our country become so scared of hurting someone's feelings that the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES has to apologize for a police officer DOING HIS JOB. We all know that being a police officer in this day and age is much different from being one 20 years ago. We live in the age of the law suit, where everyone is looking to "stick it to the man." Most grow up thinking that its our God given right to sue someone. Let me explain why being a police officer is a lose-lose scenario. You are an officer, who is told to report to a department store because there is someone in the bathroom stall for over an hour. You arrive and you bang on the door, the man ignores you, you try talking to the man, he ignores you, you try explaining to him that he's going to be in trouble, he ignores you still. You threaten to use pepper spray, he ignores you, you spray the pepper spray on the floor of the bathroom to show you mean business, he ignores you. What do you do? You go through your mind, back to your training, this is a man who doesn't want to go to jail, be ready for anything, you force open the door with a stun gun in hand ready for anything, only to find the man wielding an umbrella like a weapon, you taser him and arrest him. Under normal circumstances this is no big deal, but the man is deaf and mentally disabled, he was hiding in the bathroom because he though the "demons were going to get him." What happens Now? The Police Department gets sued, you are asked to resign in shame and your family is shamed by an incident that in your mind and the mind of your superiors, was by the book. Tell me why any man would WANT to be police officer. It certainly isn't for incidents like this or the one in which Officer Crowley found himself. It's no surprise that officer's live with a chip on their shoulder all the time. To my friends that are Police officers, i say "Thank you, and I'm sorry."

Next item up for release from the pressure valve, the dropping of the charges against Black Panthers who were intimidating voters. If you haven't heard about this, here's the YouTube link to the news story, Black Panther Security. And here is a second video of the same voting location: Black Panther Security 2

...taken from the washingtontimes.com, "Associate Attorney General Thomas J. Perrelli, the No. 3 official in the Obama Justice Department, was consulted and ultimately approved a decision in May to reverse course and drop a civil complaint accusing three members of the New Black Panther Party of intimidating voters in Philadelphia during November's election, according to interviews."

First off anyone can see from the videos they weren't there to make sure the old ladies punched the "chad" correctly, and why were charges dropped, that was a private location and being under the roof they technically were not able to "protest" they have to be on public property, so how was this "dismissed?" Oh they don't want it to seem like there was impropriety in it. Okay so it's criminal? Alright, I don't think i need to go on anymore.

Moving away from politics, I find that I am only sane because it occurs to me that stupidity is abundant in the world, and although i may be stupid at times, I'm not "stuck on stupid." Being that this is my first blog, I will begin with this somewhat average length blog, I will be randomly blogging from here on out, maybe once or twice a day, depending on how close to the red line my stupid meter is. Hope you enjoyed this little rant, there will be more interactive ones, with pictures, mazes and maybe even a little coloring section with popups!