Some eggheads justifying what I’ve already been saying

Duh: some economics professors proclaim that Super Bowls and other stadium bullshit is actually in fact, bullshit

Do I even have to make another post about this again?  About how stadiums are bullshit, Atlanta is an unfortunate bombing ground of greed and criminals building all these stupid stadiums, and the 2019 Super Bowl is the grand daddy of greed, corruption and more fucking greed?

Nah, because coming from me, it just sounds like mindless ranting.  So it’s a good thing that some economic professors and experts have decided to chime in to basically state the obvious to those with brains: new stadiums and the events they host spout metric fucktons of rhetoric and inflated numbers of all the money that they can potentially bring, but when the days are over, only the corporations and the investors truly win out, while everyone else suffers.

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The world is a terrible place, July 2016 edition

It’s mornings like this that I dread.  Where something tragic occurs in the world, and it’s unfortunately the hot topic that the media is over.  News, is inherently mostly bad, but it’s times like when some psychopaths charge a runaway truck into a crowd particularly peaks, further justifying the notion that terrorists are shitheads, religion is lethally divisive, there are some truly evil people in the world and the world is a shitty, shitty place sometimes.

Everything becomes disgusting at times like this.  Faith in people, the idea that there are networks of terrorists out there that seemingly will never come to justice because of the idea that they’re secretly supplied by supposed allied forces in order for rich people to profit on the idea of war.  Disgust in the media that can’t stop running gruesome imagery in the name of journalism and throwing discretion and sensitivity to the wind.  Disgust that among the dead, numbers of those belonging to particular nationalities emerge, as if it’s more important that Americans, Canadians, Italians, or British people were killed amongst the French celebrating Bastille Day.

Honestly, it’s all tiresome.  It’s tiresome the alarming number of incidents like such that the entire world hears about, where people are senselessly killed for absolutely senseless reasons.  It’s tiresome to read, listen or see the aftermaths of the same songs and dances, that have been uttered so many times over the span of the last year that they’re completely losing meaning.  Thoughts and prayers aren’t fixing anything.  When is love going to triumph over all this hate?

It’s tiresome seeing the collateral effects of these incidents, like all the observations about how France gets all the solidarity and support of the world, while Istanbul is glazed over; or perhaps these fucking attacks are just happening with such frequency, that people just don’t have time to console another before the next terrorist ambush occurs?

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Enzo and Cass are already boring

Enzo: my name is enzo amore and I am a certified g and a bonafide stud and you can’t teach that.  this here is big cass and he’s seven feet tall and you can’t teach that.  badaboom, realest guys in the room, how you doin’?

Cassady: (improvised remarks about Dudley Boyz opponents) and there’s only one word to describe you (period) and i’m gonna spell it out for you: s-a-w-f-t

Here’s the thing; I just wrote all that out from memory.  I’m 90% sure that I’m 100% correct on the entire spiel, because I’ve heard the exact same fucking lines every single RAW since Wrestlemania.  And the fans eat this shit up, reciting the whole routine, word for word along with them, while popping like they’re cheering for Hulk Hogan in the 90s all the while.

Personally, I’m already bored of Enzo and Cass, and I’m at the point where I know that 4-5 clicks of the 30 seconds forward button is sufficient to skip the entire entrance routine, see that they’re wrestling the Dudley Boyz for the 74th time, and then start clicking some more to skip the match outright.

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Right on so many levels

Love this so much: Mexico City science teaching assistant discovers ways to engage students’ attention – by dressing up as Spider-Man.

This right here, is some absolutely amazing (no pun intended) ingenuity and outside-the-box thinking.  Students of today ADHD and Ritalin generation have no attention spans, and need shiny objects and fluffy curriculum to hold their hands into growth.  They’re also being raised to believe that the only acceptable movies out there are all based on comic books.  What better way to kill two birds with one stone than teaching dressed as a comic book character?

This guy, Moises Vazquez, hits the nail on the head on so many levels that absolutely love it.

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Oh Georgia, #546

IT’S REAL GOD DAMMIT: Woman pulls gun on professional wrestler during a live event

I don’t even know where Ringgold is.  I had to look it up on Google Maps in order to see that it’s basically in Tennessee.  That’s kind of a relief, because I’m glad to know that psychopaths like this lady are at least a good two hours outside of Atlanta.

Anyway, this is definitely one of those stories that, regardless of the progression that the professional wrestling industry has made with becoming slightly more acceptable and not quite as the guilty pleasure that fans have had to hide their enjoyment of, brings it all crashing back to the days of ridicule and embarrassment.

Also bonus embarrassment for Georgia’s lax concealed carry laws, as an unhinged person is somehow allowed to wander into a glorified bingo hall, where a wrestling show that has a heel character that is known to antagonize fans – with a gun (and a knife).

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This might actually be the end

fin: Gawker files for bankruptcy, after jobbing to Hulk Hogan

It’s funny, since this whole debacle began, and the ensuing result of Hulk Hogan doing what Hulk Hogan does best, triumphing over evil, I stated that I don’t think I could ever be disappointed about any news in relation to this subject.  But I have to say that I was wrong about that, because I can’t help but feel a modicum of disappointment to hear that the storyline, is actually coming to its conclusion, with Gawker basically throwing in the towel and raising with white flag.

Honestly, I’d have preferred to read about at least four more courtroom battles between the Peter Thiel-powered Hulk Hogan and Gawker lawyers, and read about repeated the jobbing that would inevitably have ensued.  It’s not really a surprise, given the fact that money owed to Hulk Hogan was well beyond what was in Gawker’s coffers, but stories like this always have a tendency to drag out longer than they should; maybe they did, and I was just too giddy with enjoyment at seeing a slimy news rag get their comeuppance that it all just felt like a ride ending too soon?

Either way, I’m not surprised to see that this is happening, and the notion that Gawker thinks they will be absolved of paying Hulk Hogan the $140 million dollars they owe him.  Sure, a lot of it will be wiped out I imagine, but I also imagine that when Gawker inevitably sells, the Hulkster is going to get something for his troubles still; I know bankruptcy is often seen as something of a shrewd strategic maneuver to the 1%, but I’d like to know that Hulkamania will be getting something from his victory over Gawker.

Anyway, as fun as the ride was, I’m sad to see that it’s actually coming to a close.  The aftermath of the trial was pretty entertaining, with the reveal of Peter Thiel’s involvement and agenda, but the end result really isn’t that surprising to me.  Gawker goes belly-up, Hogan doesn’t get all the money he’s owed, and someone will inevitably buy Gawker’s remains, because there’s still some value in their name and notoriety itself.

Hopefully, the rest of the world will remember now that even at his old age, nobody should fuck with Hulkamania.

Clearly humility doesn’t classify as curriculum

TL;DR –  Texas high schooler brags about all her accomplishments in spite of being an undocumented resident, internet explodes.

Either this broad is a sad representation of what a valedictorian today is, or the bar at Crockett High is really, really low.  Because behavior like this is pretty stupid and foolish, and those are typically decisions people don’t expect from valedictorians, often perceived to be the smartest student in the graduating class.

Or perhaps vapid, narcissistic bragging on social media is just so commonplace today, that even those who are expected to be intelligent are not immune to the temptation to do it as well.

A 4.5 GPA is impressive, undoubtedly, but without any context, the achievement could also be hollow.  How many AP classes?  Or was it a curriculum full of cush classes and basic-level necessities?  That’s what’s convenient about Twitter; the character count often makes it impossible to provide context, and people simply don’t have the attention span to inquire about it.

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