How to Get Kicked Out of Big-Time Sports

So Democrat donor and Clippers owner Don Sterling has a lifetime ban from the NBA, and a $2.5 million fine, This is because he made racist remarks on tape, which is not, in fact, against the law. The nooze media are enjoying an orgy of back-slapping: “Hah, we really got that no-good racist pig!”

To put it in historical context, consider some of these other suspensions.

In 1947, Brooklyn Dodgers’ manager Leo Durocher was suspended because of allegations that he was involved with “gamblers.” Since the Black Sox scandal of 1919, baseball has been acutely sensitive about gambling. (That’s why the all-time base hit leader, Pete Rose, is on a lifetime suspension.) My wife’s family remembered it as Durocher being suspended for writing love letters to movie star Laraine Day–whom he later married,  but who at the time was married to someone else. But the official reason given was consorting with gamblers. You’d think, if there was substance to it, that charge would have gotten him more than a one-year suspension.

In 1973, New York Yankee pitchers Fritz Peterson and Mike Kekich were suspended for a year for swapping wives (and, later on, the family dogs and children, too). Baseball Commissioner Bowie Kuhn said he levied the suspension because it was his duty to serve as “the conscience of baseball.”

From 1996 to 1998, Cincinnati Reds’ owner Marge Schott was suspended for allegedly making racist comments about all sorts of people. I think her problem was that no one in the baseball establishment liked her because she was a loose cannon. Owners are not supposed to be colorful. (That was George Steinbrenner’s problem, too.)

We observe, then, that what happened to Sterling has happened to others, more or less.

What is different about this example is that the nooze media arm of the Democrat Party intend to use it as campaign fodder in this year’s mid-term elections.

When your policies fail, one and all, and your leaders are schmucks, and it looks like your gang is about to lose the Senate–well, that’s when you play the race card. Over and over and over again–and hope you scare your voting base into turning out for you.

Which is more despicable–big sports or big politics?

Upskirting Update

The day after the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts ruled unanimously that it was not against the law to point your cell phone camera up a woman’s dress and take a picture, the state legislature passed a law to make “upskirting” illegal.

I was behind in my reporting of this story. Sorry! My error.

So now you can go to jail if you “upskirt” some woman on the subway, or any other public place. We are glad to see that there is that much sense left in Massachusetts..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your First Amendment Right to Point Your Camera Up a Woman’s Skirt

In these days of hate speech laws, forced payment of other people’s abortions, threats to jail Climate Change Deniers, and “free speech zones”–our masters set these up to remind us there is no free speech outside of the teeny-weeny little zone–a recent ruling by the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts comes as a breath of fresh air.

Don’t tell me our ruling class is trying to restrict our freedoms. Not in Massachusetts!

You may not be able to keep your five-year-old from being taught “you can be a boy one day and a girl the next, depending on how you feel”; but the highest court of Massachusetts has upheld your sacred First Amendment right to stick a camera up a woman’s skirt and take a picture of her undies–or, if she isn’t wearing any undies, something else.

It was a unanimous decision (see http://www.theregister.co.uk/2014/03/06/boston_court_confirms_peeping_toms_right_to_upskirt/ ). Ruled the court, “upskirting” is not prohibited under existing law in Massachusetts.

Gee–did you know there’s a whole “upskirting” subculture, with lots of websites on the Internet? I didn’t. Anyhow, one of these clowns got arrested for pointing his cell phone camera up women’s dresses on the subway. Although the prosecution argued that it was only reasonable that a woman should not have to put up with this in a public place, the court said no dice.

Normal people’s rights, it seems, are there only to be trampled on: but our rulers will do just about anything to protect the obscure and unwholesome “rights” of just about any little class of perverts they can find.

So, no, you can’t refuse to take part in a homosexual pseudo-wedding.

But you can stick your cell phone up a woman’s skirt and take a picture. You can even post the picture on the Internet.

That’s what libs ‘n’ progs mean by “freedom.”

Who’s Dumber? The Student or the School?

Every high school class has a kid in it who plays really dumb tricks because he thinks he’s just so unbelievably cool. You remember him, probably, as a tail-less monkey without much hair. Or, at best, the Klass Klown–and how wonderful it is that you haven’t seen or heard from him in 30 years!

One such klass klown got into the national news recently–yes, you read that right: “national news,” like presidents and movie stars–when his Pennsylvania high school had Miss America as their guest at an assembly ( http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/pennsylvania-teen-suspended-america-prom-school-assembly-article-1.1761713 ). School administrators got wind of his plan to ask Miss America to be his prom date. They took him aside and told him not to do it. Heck, the gag has been pulled a zillion times already: Joe Nobody gets his 15 minutes of fame by asking Ms. Celebrity for a date.

Of course the klown didn’t back down. He’s way too cool and way too stupid. So he went up to the stage and handed Miss America a plastic flower (some people have no class at all) and asked her to come to the prom with him, and she tee-hee’d her way out of it… and the school administrators gave the klown a three-day suspension.

They could have ignored him; there was no harm done. They could have kept him out of the assembly in the first place, kept him busy cleaning erasers in the janitor’s room until Miss America had come and gone. But, no, they had to suspend him–and they played right into his hands. Now I’m writing about him and you’re reading about him. That’s what he wanted.

As I’ve observed before, fame ain’t so famous anymore. You don’t have to do much to earn it, and there’s no way you can keep it.

Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, this shameful age in history will be over.

 

 

At the Doctor’s Office

I had to go to the eye doctor today, for a 10:00 appointment. I was on time, so naturally I had to wait for an hour or so as people strolled in late for their 9:00 appointments and got pushed right to the top of the line.

Does it seem wrong to you, as it does to me, to reward people who come in late and punish those who come on time? More culture rot.

As if that weren’t bad enough, they had The View on television. That show really bugs me.

They had Morgan Freeman come on to plug his new movie. The guy is as old as the freakin’ Parthenon, and yet he comes out with earrings in his ears. I couldn’t help thinking, “You old ass, you.”

They asked him about another movie in which he played God, and he took the opportunity to dispense a bit of pop theology. It wasn’t at all hard to play God, he said: anyone could do it. Why? Because, he explained, “Each and every one of us is God.”

Sheesh. Personally, I’d be rather stuck if I had to create the heavens and the earth. Maybe he knows how to do it, although I doubt it.

I wonder how much you get paid for coming on TV and blathering.

My Answer to a Schlub

Yesterday some stunata on the Internet, confounded because I wasn’t buying into his vision of Big Government, Big Science, Big Sodomy, and atheism as the keys to the earthly paradise, responded with this rhetorical flash: “You still don’t get it, do you, grandpa?”

Yes, it makes me mad to be insulted by a pygmy. I will have to learn to ignore it. Someone calling you names online is like a monkey throwing feces at you from way up in the treetop. Nothing you can do about it. You might as well argue with a cinderblock.

So, let’s see… I am worthy of disrespect and contempt because I’m old. That’s the Loving Left for you. My ideas are invalid because I’m old.

And yet I’m able to feel some compassion for this clown.

You poor sap. Because I am old, I have seen better things than you will ever see, and known better people than you will ever know. Because I’ve had more time than you, and used it as wisely as I can, I have accumulated much more knowledge than you will ever have. Because I read, I have access to times before my own.

That’s how I know that your warmed-over citizen-of-the-world, softcore Stalinist, repackaged 1930s socialism never has worked, anywhere, and never will. Because you are ignorant, you think these are all hot new ideas.

Well, OK–“gender choice” does seem to be a new idea. But because you have been maleducated in the left-wing bantustan of the university system, you just can’t recognize a truly lousy idea when you see one.

Lefties are people who never outgrow their ignorance and immaturity. That’s why their most trusty devices of argumentation are to shout and call names. Sometimes physical assault is on the menu, too, when the opportunity presents itself.

I guess the only thing you can say for so much ignorance is that the poor schlub doesn’t know he’s ignorant and doesn’t feel his lack of understanding. A few words from Harry Reid, a few minutes watching MSNBC, and he’s as right as rain.

But I am sure I would have more compassion for them if they weren’t allowed to vote.

 

‘The Right Side of History’ (Barf Alert)

Have you noticed the libs’ ‘n’ progs’ new catch phrase–that is, words introduced as a substitute for thinking?

Now, anyone who doesn’t embrace “gay” pseudomarriage and the “gender fluidity” twaddle is (drum roll)… on the wrong side of History!

Marxists have always been keen on impersonal, irresistible forces blindly propelling humanity toward, well, perfect communism, or whatever else they think ought to be the goal. This used to be called “the dialectic,” but that term never appealed to anyone but nerdy pinheads who called themselves citizens of the world.

So now, see, The Right Side of History is men marrying men and women getting their boobs cut off and getting shot full of hormones so they can grow bad-looking beards and say they’re men. That is The Right Side of History, say lefty dingbats, and there’s just no point in trying to resist it.

Other things that are on The Right Side of History are Man-Made Global Warming, Redistribution of Wealth (coercively, by the government, of course), and Bringing Back Communism because it’s really the only form of government that can push us over into the earthly paradise.

Why do I use capital letters for this bilge?

Because the ninnies speak so portentously when they use these terms, you’d almost think they expected us to believe in them.

A Game of Drones

We have to go see my sister today–two to three hours on the Road of Doom, the Garden State Parkway–so I don’t have time to be terribly creative. Instead, let me pass you on to the wags at Honest Trailers, who have whipped up for us their take on “A Game of Thrones” (see http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/videos/game-of-thrones-honest-trailer/ ). A new season of “Game of Thrones” is starting up on television, so here are some laughs at the show’s expense.

Let’s see… What is “Game of Thrones” about? Uh, the bad guys always win. That doesn’t really matter because nobody is really all that good, anyhow. Everyone who is able to do anything does evil.

Oh, and lots of bare-breasted women. They could have called this something that rhymes with “Your Hit Parade.”

This is supposed to be a fantasy, but it sounds more like a day’s sample of The Drudge Report. Why would anyone want to invent a world as lousy and befuddled as ours has been lately? They call it “dark fantasy.” I call it news.

Oh, well, the Honest Trailer is funny. A lot funnier than being tailgated on the Parkway, at least.

I’ll let you know if we come back in one piece.

“No, No… Not That! Aaaaagh!”

I try not to know a lot about our popular culture. But it has a way of jumping up and butting me between the eyes…

Today at the supermarket I discovered Ever After High, a new series of Young Adult fantasy books… based on a web series and a fashion doll franchise. in other words, a money machine. They’re selling the dolls, they’re selling the video games, and now they’re selling books.

It should be a good idea. The premise is, these are the teenage offspring of various fairy tale characters, preparing to follow in their parents’ and grandparents’ footsteps so that the tales can go on for another generation. Only some of the youngsters don’t want to follow in those footsteps–especially the children of fairy tale villains who don’t want to get killed or embarrassed for the umpteenth generation in a row. They want to branch out into their own tales. So there’s a conflict.

That could be cool, right? But there’s a catch.

All these characters currently attend a fairy tale high school.

No… no! High school???

Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t most of the readers for these books already in high school, or middle school, and already know all about it? What kind of fantasy drops you right back in where you already are? Where is the escape?

Do you know anyone who looks back on high school as the very best days of his or her life?

And so we have yet another example of YA fiction mummifying young readers’ imaginations, equipping them with lead wings, binding the feet of the spirit… Is this so they’ll grow up with the ability to believe in Global Warming? Is this to turn them into docile little subjects of the king, perpetual consumers, and conformists?

Probably.

A New Way to Pay for College

Everybody has to go to college, and college ain’t cheap. We hear of one young lady who goes to Duke University for $60,000 a year… and pays for it by being an internet porn star ( http://www.americanbazaaronline.com/2014/03/13/porn-star-belle-knox-aka-miriam-weeks-mother-half-desi-mother-indian-american/ ).

Wow, that’s a lot of money. I wonder what her major is?

OK, I guessed it in one. Can you? Go ahead, try. Cover the next line with a piece of paper and see if you can guess her major. (Suitable interval elapses)  Ready? Ms. Porn Star’s major is….

Women’s studies! What else?

Those who are worried about Christians “imposing a theocracy” on America… Are you out of your cotton-pickin’ minds? I mean, take a good, long look around you. A pornocracy, maybe. We have a shot at that. Unless, of course, we can manage something even more degrading.