I’m not going to do a podcast this week. Just too many things to do – the meth won’t smoke itself, after all (maybe if I snorted it instead…oh well, whatever). I am still hoping for a future in which a minor league radio podcast get posted consistently every week. So, in lieu of a podcast, here is a general blog post about some of the things I am thinking about:
Why is it racist to want some control over who comes in to the country?
Media bias – It’s real…it’s damn real. I just watched Charlie Rose and Erica Hill from CBS news go after Tim Pawlenty over Mitt Romney’s tax returns from 10 years ago. Does it really matter? Romney’s a rich guy. Name me one president who wasn’t. Where is this same passion when it comes to the fast and furious inquiry? A border patrol agent is actually dead, and it looks to me like President Obama is helping to cover it up.
Why do I not care about “The Dark Knight Rises”? I actually had raging nerd wood when “The Dark Knight” came out.
I can’t wait to see Louis C.K. live in October. The man is one of the giants of comedy, right up there with Carlin, Cosby and Prior.
I wish I lived in Egypt, where I could join with my Muslim brothers in chanting “Monica” at Hillary Clinton, followed by a nice goat soufflé. I bet I’d smell like a man, too. There I go, judging again.
Reshma Shetty = The hottest girl on TV.
Even if I could afford a hooker, I wouldn’t have the faintest idea where to start looking for one.
When I was ten or so, I would often go to the local drug store in the downtown area of my hometown and read comic books. After 30 years, I am reading comic books again – thanks Robert Kirkman.
Speaking of reading, I recommend: “Not Taco Bell Material” by Adam Carolla, “Still the Best Hope” by Dennis Prager and “The Thomas Sowell Reader” by Thomas Sowell.
“Breaking Bad” is back – yessssssss….
“Big Brother” is back – nooooooo….
I suppose that’s enough for now. No promises, but I will try like hell to get a podcast up next week, but if not, you’ll get another rambling missive like this one. These are truly heady days…
Cheers,
Jim Gardner