(BBWW) At any rate, the Koch brothers, for whatever reason, are phobic about publicity and they go to great lengths to hide their connections to seemingly independent and grass-roots movements. I’m sure they have their reasons; not everyone likes the limelight. But you would think that if they believed their causes were noble and good for everyone in America, they wouldn’t go to such great lengths to keep it under wraps.
Modesty is one thing, and anonymity is admirable when you want the focus to be on the result rather than the benefactor, but it almost sounds like they know what they’re doing is nefarious and that they’d be ridiculed or even prosecuted if the bread crumbs led back to their lair.
I couldn’t have written it better myself.
That is all.
Move along. Nothing to see here.
Actually, I’ve taken a break from cleaning the house. I’ve managed so far to vacuum off the furniture, dust, sweep, and mop the living room floor. I’m now warming beans and cut up Polish Kielbasa on my gas stove. I might not have mentioned this when I first posted about my new apartment, but I have a gas stove and oven. I really, really love gas! It heats so much quicker. Plus it’s easier to control.
We have the latest development in the national joke known as “Stand Your Ground” gun laws. The murderous jerk who killed a man in a Tampa theater yesterday because he wouldn’t stop texting may be planning to use a “stand your ground” defense.
Curtis Reeves, Jr., a retired police captain says he feared for his life after the victim ‘assaulted’ him with a bag of movie popcorn.
Really? The man left the theater and came back. How much you want to bet he left to go get his gun. That’s premeditated. That’s not fear of his life.
My plan today is simple: sit about the house and read.
That is all.
And Kang preceded to look at the world.
I Was An NFL Player Until I Was Fired By Two Cowards And A Bigot.
(deadspin) Near the end of November, several teammates and I were walking into a specialist meeting with Coach Priefer. We were laughing over one of the recent articles I had written supporting same-sex marriage rights, and one of my teammates made a joking remark about me leading the Pride parade. As we sat down in our chairs, Mike Priefer, in one of the meanest voices I can ever recall hearing, said: “We should round up all the gays, send them to an island, and then nuke it until it glows.” The room grew intensely quiet, and none of the players said a word for the rest of the meeting. The atmosphere was decidedly tense. I had never had an interaction that hostile with any of my teammates on this issue—some didn’t agree with me, but our conversations were always civil and respectful. Afterward, several told me that what Mike Priefer had said was “messed up.”
Not that I am a rabid Vikings fan. In fact, far from it. But I would have to say that I will definitely not watch the Vikings if Mike Priefer is named even interim head coach.