Ed Schultz called Laura Ingraham a slut last week and the shit hit the fan. He’s lost his MSNBC show, at least for a while, because of his “vile” words.
So is Ingraham a slut? I have no idea. I’ve only listened to her radio show a few times and I’ve seen her on FOX news, again, only a few times, so I don’t know much about her. Having said that, I’ll voice an opinion on what little I know. You know you want me to.
Ingraham is not a bad looking woman but I seriously doubt if she’s a slut. Ed probably got it wrong. Having listened to her speak, I think she would be considered more of a bitch than a slut. Yes, if Ed had said that word, maybe his teevee show would still be on.
Of course, it’s only my opinion. You’re welcome.
(Images of Laura’s front and back sides found on Google)
With today being Memorial Day, many of you will get out the old grill and do a little “cooking” outside. Not me. Watch the video down below and you’ll understand why.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. Cincinnati is a lazy city.
Is Cincinnati the bedbug capital of the world? Apparently not. We are only #2. New York City has beaten us. Click here to read the depressing report.
Come on, people. We can’t let New York beat us on this. If you have bedbugs in your house or apartment, take some to your neighbors, friends or family who don’t have them. In other words, share. Stop being so selfish.
We can be #1 here. We must try harder.
(Photo from WordPress)
I don’t like hairy man sex. I like sex with females. To put it more simply, I’m not gay—not that there’s anything wrong with that. Yes, that’s the old Seinfeld line when a reporter thought that Jerry and George was a gay couple. They weren’t and I’m not with a guy either, but again, to each their own.
To read more of my latest Living Out Loud column in CityBeat entitled “Not That There’s Anything Wrong With That.” click here.
(Photo from noliesjustlove.com)
As you well know, tomorrow is Saturday, the start of the weekend and we’re still here! Last Saturday, May 21, was suppose to be “it,” you know the rapture and all that, but god spared us. Thanks God!! Praise Jesus!!!
Or maybe not. I figured since the world was coming to an end last Saturday, it was pointless to pay my cell phone bill. Now, I’m going to have do. Yeah, a bit bitter about it.
Regardless, just for fun, let’s go back to last Saturday when Wonkette did some live blogging, covering the end of the world. At least they were having some fun with it.
(Image found on Google).
Just when I think I’m more or less a decent mandolin player, I found something like this. This kid is only 15 years old.
I don’t play much Bluegrass on my mandolin. Yeah, that’s it. That’s why I don’t sound like him.
In yesterday’s post, I wrote about things I no longer do.
One thing I have never done is give kids cigarettes.
Last week while waiting downtown for a bus to take me back
to Westwood, a couple kids saw me smoking and approached me.
“You gotta a couple extra cigarettes on you?” the kid
wearing a Reds cap asked.
“How old are you guys?” I said.
“Fifteen,” the kid replied back.
“Find me again in three or four years and then ask again,” I
I’m not proud of myself very often, but I was proud of that.
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I don’t know why my brain works the way it does, but right now I’m thinking of things I no longer do. I’ve compiled a list.
I no longer drive. I guess I still could, but I have no desire to own a car and put up with that expense and I like the idea of being urban. I’ll take the bus and if I really need to get someplace quickly, I’ll take a cab.
I no longer give out cigarettes to people who can afford them. If a person is poor or homeless, no problem, but if you come up to me in downtown Cincinnati wearing a suit and wanting a smoke, forget it.
I no longer eat white bread and haven’t for years because it taste like white bread and isn’t good for you.
I no longer watch television. If there is something I really must see that’s been on the teevee, I go to YouTube.
I no longer give out directions if I’m not sure if I know what I’m talking about. Once upon a time, if someone would stop me and ask for directions, if I had some idea where a street was or an area or whatever, I would give out directions based on that slight idea. No more. Now I just lie and say I don’t live here.
I no longer have a land-line phone. What’s the point? A cell phone will do.
I no longer am nice to people I don’t like. I’m not mean to them, I just go out of my way to avoid them.
I no longer cut the grass, mainly because I have no grass to cut.
I’m sure I’ll be adding more to the list. Perhaps I’ll be sharing those additions in the future. Or maybe not.
(Image found on Google)
Get this. The Cincinnati Enquireris taking a look and doing a major study on Cincinnati City Council and trying to get to the bottom as to why they suck. Click here for more details.
I have to admit I like what Ray Cooklis wrote. He pretty much said it the way it is and, of course, I have a few thoughts on this. You know how I am.
First off, we the voters vote these “clowns” in. Progressive candidates don’t have a prayer in this city because we’ll not progressive. We like things the way they are. That’s pretty much a given here and doing a major study won’t change anything. It’s kind of a waste of time.
And many of us won’t take this Enquirer story seriously because it’s being done by the Enquirer which more times than not has also been a bit of a joke. Ray, you’re not working for a very good newspaper.
Having said all of the above, I’ll follow along in the days and weeks ahead and see what Ray comes up with. Sadly, I don’t think I’m going to be surprised by any of his findings. Cincinnati City Council is what it is.
(Photo from 1230, The Buzz)
Some days back, I wrote about encountering my first fly of 2011, but I have yet to see my first robin of this year.
This is my third spring living here in Westwood and in the past, I’ve seen robins as early as February. Here it is approaching June now and I have yet to see one.
I can’t convince myself that warm weather is finally here until I see that first robin. I know they’re out there and this afternoon, I’m going for a walk until I see one. I don’t care if it takes hours.
Is this some kind or closure?
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