Unsolicited Reflections of Jake Busey

Attention, Football Fans of Maine

'Pessimism vs. Optimism': A Play in One Act

Unsolicited Reflections of Jake Busey
Gary Busey died today.**(NO, HE DID NOT. I just figured that would be more of a "grabber" opening for a post about that very much (?) alive man's offspring than the actual truth that a twitpic made me think of said spawn.)Somewhere between ten and two hundred years ago, I lived out in Santa Monica (California...near the ocean). A stone's throw (literally--my roommates and I even had a girl do

'Belicheat...'? 'Belichoke...'?
Nay.I'll sacrifice alliteration for the sake of game-specific bluntness and propose "Beliterrible"--as in:That was an absolutely terrible call that Bill Belichick made on Sunday night when he decided to go for it on fourth down, in doing so handing the game over to the Indianapolis Colts for no good goddamn reason other than that he's an egomaniac...."Belimaniac"? Nah...sounds too cool.

Health Care Reform in da House
On Saturday night, the House of Representatives finally, barely passed the Affordable Health Care for America Act. All it took was 219 Democrats and 1 Republican, the latter of whom likely wouldn't have voted for H.R. 3962 if the former hadn't agreed to go all Christian-fundamentalist on the issue of abortion.But a win's a win.That is, until the bill gets further bastardized or obliterated

Attention, Football Fans of Maine
You like the New England Patriots? I do...because I was born and raised in Massachusetts, 34 miles from Foxboro--where the Patriots actually play.By comparison, your state [capital] is two states and 144.58 miles away from Foxboro--which is in Massachusetts, where same-sex marriage is legal.You don't like same-sex marriage? Then you don't like the Patriots.Go ahead and abscond to Canada...and

World News for the Narcissistic American
People are leaving Venice, and nobody knows why.I used to live out near Venice--before I moved back east into West Hollywood--so I am uniquely equipped to offer a theory:Homeless people. They smell, and they make me feel bad for owning a dope-ass flat screen.If the people of Venice kick enough homeless people out in time, they'll be saved.In which case...you're welcome, America.