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Nobody for President... Again in 2012!

I’m ready to commit.  My choice for president in the great campaign of 2012 is… nobody!  Since it appears that the candidates will be Mitt Romney and Barack Obama, I don’t see any other choice.  What to make of the absolutely non-responsive nature of our political system?  Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

The Nobody for President campaign has been running, on the hippie side of the ledger, since 1975, when Woodstock Festival legend, Wavy Gravy, initiated the great quest.  For once, I can return to my hippie roots and join my old hippie brothers in common cause!  If we’re going to elect some clown president, then that clown ought to be a genuine Nobody!

A Facebook page for the Nobody candidate has already been launched. Be the first to join!

One thing is for certain…  The upcoming presidential election won’t amount to shit and nothing will change.

Goldman Sachs will be in charge of economic policy no matter who wins.  Looks like we’re headed for another war in the Middle East nobody wants regardless of who wins. 

So, you’re on your own.  I welcome this opportunity to abstain from the political process, because it don’t amount to shit.  All that carrying on by the Tea Party and those Occupiers, and… nothing.  Romney  vs. Obama!  For God’s sake!

I’ll probably vote.  It’s a habit.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Hell on Heels... Pistol Annie!

Every once in a while a group comes along that just breathes fire. I heard Pistol Annie's "Hell on Heels" on Sirius Radio while I was driving to the city on the Thruway. One hell of a funny, hot song about gold digging pretty young women.

When the girls sing "Sugar daddy I'm coming for you," I just about screamed; "Come and get me girls."

Some very clever country songwriting here.

Life continues to be resolutely unfair. If you look like these girls (see pic below), people are going to give you a lot better shot at becoming a country music star. Maybe our leftist do-gooders can find a way to fix this injustice.

What's the old saying? "Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go everywhere!" It's true.

Wish I could find me a bad girl. Unfortunately, this sugar daddy doesn't have that much sugar to hand out.

Duluth Launches Racist Attack on Its Own Citizens

The city of Duluth, MN, has launched a racist slander campaign against its own citizens! White citizens of Duluth stand accused of "unconscious racism." This accusation is, of course, impossible to prove. In fact, it's impossible to even say what it it means.

But, white citizens of Duluth stand accused of some offense against their non-white neighbors. In fact, since a government agency is hurling the accusation, you might say the white citizens of Duluth have been declared guilty without trial of some offense against their non-white neighbors.

But, of course, nobody can specify or prove that offense.

Duluth is encouraging racial hatred, envy and quite possibly violence, with this racist campaign of slander against its own citizens.

Amazing, isn't it, how quickly we become precisely what we profess to hate? Attack racism. Become a racist.

I don't want to get carried away or hysterical. But, these tactics are surprisingly similar to the tactics used to vilify Jews. Jews are supposed to have secret powers over their non-Jewish neighbors. Those powers, of course, allow Jews to victimize and rip off their non-Jewish neighbors.

This campaign is, undoubtedly, being sold as some sort of consciousness raising for whites. It's more clearly a signal to non-whites that the government considers whites fair game for revenge.

Duluth needs to put an end this campaign immediately.

No, I'm not going to go on a crusade or get excited about a cause. Just putting this in front of you. It's good to know reality.

My Favorite Super Bowl Moments

Two Illini played big roles for the Giants in their Super Bowl victory. Dave Diehl, the Giants’ tackle, introduced himself as hailing from  “the University of Chief Illiniwek.”  God bless him.  The Chief was killed by the bonehead NCAA bureaucracy because he was deemed un-PC.  And, Steve Weatherford placed a couple of punts that pinned the Patriots deep in their own territory.  Oskee Wow Wow! That's a pic of Diehl below.

My favorite commercial was the one that ended with the octogenarian, Betty White, coyly scolding the boys for looking at her boobs.   Very clever.

The running gag throughout many of the commercials was switching in the middle or the end from pitching one product to pitching another.  One commercial even featured a pitch for Twinkies in the middle of a pitch for the Chevrolet Silverado.  Concealing the purpose of the pitch has been a conceit of commercials for some time.  The product is just too boring, so you’ve got to jazz things up with graphics and animation. 

Nobody had anything to say about the game at the shop this morning, but everybody was interested in the commercials.  We’re in the biz… so, that’s what gets our attention.

I was surprised by how many of the pitches were for movies.  Of course, movies are great products for pitches, especially action movies with fast moving trailers.  The beer commercials were just awful.  A sense of humor goes a long way in commercial production, and the beer pitches had none. 

Rooting for Big Blue on Broadway

I’m picking the Giants by 3 over the Pats. Passed by this inflated Giants figure on Eighth Avenue on Friday. The Celtic Pub is hosting a big party for the Super Bowl. New York is definitely a drinking town. Too bad, because I’m no longer a drinker.

I’m not a home grown Giants fan. In fact, I’m not a big pro football fan. Prefer college football, and especially the games of my alma mater, the University of Illinois Fighting Illini.

But, you gotta watch the Super Bowl. Got a big steak at Sam’s yesterday. I’ll eat dinner in front of my new flat screen TV. Commercials galore!

I'm interested in the commercials... because it's my biz.  With millions to spend, the producers hire the best graphics and animation nerds in the biz.  It will be interesting to see what they do.

Madonna... I can do without.