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We're All Assholes... Facebook Lessons Learned!

I've always known that we are all essentially assholes. Facebook has really driven this lesson home. The question isn't whether you are an asshole, just what kind of asshole you are.

Who are the worst assholes on Facebook? Let me present my list:

• Political World Savers
• Any person who asks me to contribute to their Garden of Anything
• People who want to convince me that they are colorful and extremely interesting
• Republican haters
• Democrat haters
• Grammar correctors
• Anybody who insists that they have a comprehensive explanation about who and what caused the Great Recession

As you can see, this is only a partial list of assholes. I haven't even scratched the surface of all the assholes who have become gurus of a little pit of political ass kissing somewhere out there in the Facebook ether. You know what I'm talking about. Some guy and his cadre of 4000 worshippers spend 24 hours a day gloating that they alone know who's running the world.

Then, there are all of the groups pleading to be recognized as the latest victim. Last I checked, there is a War Against Women, War Against Gays, War Against Drugs, etc. It's amazing that a single asshole is still breathing!

Truth is, we're all assholes. Once you accept that, you're on the road to enlightenment.

The biggest asshole in the world (at least as of this moment), has to be Captain Schettino, who plowed the Costa Concordia into the rocks and killed 32 people to impress his young girl friend. But, you know what... that's the kind of asshole I can tolerate. Captain Asshole did it all for love.

Old Dawgz Play Kansas City!

Another Basement Tape from the Old Dawgz! The classic standard, "Kansas City!"

Some Old Dawgz Pictures… Finally!

The Old Dawgz had a great rehearsal yesterday. Most fun I’ve had with a band in many years. We’re good friends. We laugh all the way through rehearsal, and give each other the business.

Left to right… Big Joe, Mike the Mutt, Shouting Thomas and Puppy John. I’m standing right under the ceiling light, which is why I look like the whitest SOB who ever lived.

We’ve been rehearsing in Mike the Mutt’s house. His poor wife puts up with the noise, the dirt and the awful jokes. Thanks! We used to rehearse in the smallest room in the house. Now, we’ve moved out and taken over the living room.

Mike the Mutt adds a little vampire repellent in this pic. God knows, we need it. You can tell that Big Joe has posed for plenty of PR pics in his long career, right? Puppy John, there is no line that goes “take your bobbies out” in “Long Train Running!”

When Mike the Mutt turns his cap around, things are getting serious. Man, I wish you weren’t leaving us for Florida, Mike!  It's enough to make an Old Dawg cry!

Puppy John and I sing a lot of harmonies. Our voices really compliment one another. He’s belting out our signature Doobie Brothers’ medley. We’ve got to do an all Doobies set!

We’ll have a real picture shoot pretty soon. Gotta get it done before Mike the Mutt heads to God’s Waiting Room.