Posted By kage / 21st July 2010
Went to the Royals game last night.
I’ve decided that the redo of Kaufmann stadium is asstastic. It sucks. It’s become baseball for the ADD crowd.
Every break in the action during the game was filled with some stupid video of some stupid, inane thing meant to entertain. Entertain a nine year old kid who eats a pound of raw sugar a day apparently. Or maybe entertain a crack addict. Not sure.
The “Kiss Cam”, some idiot “interviewing” people between innings, another idiot once again roaming the stands enticing people to play some stupid game or another like a Price Is Right kind of mountain climber guess the price game. A Slugger this, a slugger that…
There was, unbenownst to us, a t-shirt giveaway last night. High quality tee’s featuring the hotdog race. People were very, very anxious to get these shirts. Really people? Really? Scrambling to get a t-shirt of the hot dog race video? What, is everyone suddenly mustard dog fans to the point of fighting over a stupid 97 cent shirt of the goddamned thing? Really?
Fireworks for when a player farts, signs advertising on every spare inch of space in the stadium. Everywhere signs. Everything from Big Daddy Weiners, to Stop ‘Em Up Tampons to Ol’ Rotgut Irish Whiskey.
It’s kind of like those flashing light displays that epileptics aren’t supposed to watch. I was afraid I was going to have a seizure at any moment. I didn’t but I did get kind of slobbery.
Posted By kage / 15th July 2010
Saw this the other day at a huge home repair kind of place in Blue Springs…if only there was some way to repair this door…if only there was somewhere to get the stuff needed to repair this…
Posted By KJ / 20th January 2010
We are surrounded by idiots, morons, dumbasses and did I say idiots?
It’s been foggy here in Kansas City. Every day for the fast week or so it’s foggy as hell in the morning and foggy at night on the way home. Yet every single day there are wreck after wreck after wreck on the highways. Multiple car accidents. Repeated multiple car accidents.
I’m totally convinced that the collective public IQ is probably that of mud puddle. I mean no disrespect to the mud puddles of the world.
Everytime the weather is a bit different. Everytime it snows, rains, spits, mists, has no clouds, is cloudy, blows, doesn’t blow, is hot, cold, in between…whatever…the idiots of the world get out in the cars, talk on their stupid, stupid bluetooth headsets to their grandma/wife/lover (often one and the same), drive around town and crash. Then they look surprised, are on the news and are generally heard to say something like “well I don’t know…sure we caint see nothin on count of the fog and whatnot, but that ain’t no reason for me to slow’er on down. Hell no, if you cain’t run with the big dogs, then get the hell off of the porch. Am I lying to anybody?”
Idiots.
Posted By KJ / 20th August 2008
So at a town hall meeting or conference or whatever sort of gathering those who would support and vote for McCain have, a lady stood up and said that we needed to reinstate the draft. As the father of two teenage girls, I’d have to strongly disagree and in fact I might say…are you f*#!Qcking nuts!?!
Seriously Republicans, do you really want a draft? Why don’t each and every Republican member of congress send their kids down to the Army recruiting center? Then how about each and every person who claims to be Republican and who wants to vote for McCain send their kids?
The problem w/this stupid idea is that those going off to war would be, and in fact are, the poor kids who don’t have a daddy in Congress or a daddy who is a bigwig in a large corporation. For most of us normal people who work for a living and who love our kids, we can’t pull the same shenanigans. Granted there are several members of Congress who have sons/daugthers who are serving in the Armed Forces as we speak. To them, I say thank you.
To everyone else who supports this moron, I say, screw you. My kids are not going to Iraq to fight this war that Bush got us in to so that people would quit talking bad about his daddy. Up yours.
