Brack History
Sno more SNOW
I have a feeling that Malcolm X and MLK have teamed up in heaven to bring this wrath upon us, in honor of Brack History Month. I support it, we deserve it.
So this crazy blogger donned a winter hat and headed to the unforgiving terrain of North-Central Maine for a weekend of Nordic Skiing. For some reason, I found it necessary it growl like a bear as I was trudging along. I found power in the growl, growl-power you might call it. The trip was a success, but I think more than anything it was a wake-up call about how much of a gross-foul-fat-pig I am.
My lovely editor-in-chief and I had the opportunity to listen to some Northern Maine talk radio on our return trip. The host of a weekly show had an agricultural rep on the air. This man had a FANTASTIC accent which I can’t even start to replicate. He was talking about how the wolves are coming back to the area, bobcats and lynx have already returned, Mountain Lions are gaining in numbers. This caused the hair to rise on the back of my neck, and I started to want a gun. Am I sick? Don’t answer that.
I have a mixed opinion on the whole gun control argument. I think people who tote guns and join the NRA are paranoid, silly, and have small penises. That said, I want one. I’m not gonna get one, but damn, they look cool. There has gotta be a sense of power and thrill to have some steel on you. Bam, no more problem. Why is it that Republicunts get to have all the gun-fun?
I have been feeding my argumentative side, which my sponsor and I decided I shouldn’t be doing. (resign from the debating society is the phrase he used) But I have been spending time reading the Letters to the Editor of my local paper, the Metro-West Daily news. You can read my replies if you check out the opinion/letters to the editor section of the site. I just can’t sit by while ignorant asses make arguments that don’t make sense. I’ve been shooting holes in their theories for weeks now. I use my favorite weapon, the keyboard. They are not happy to have this guy on their message boards. Well, fuck em. I’m making George Carlin proud.
Speaking of George Denis Patrick Carlin, I just finished his autobiographical work of genius Last Words. That guy was AWESOME. He writes even better than he performed. I recommend the book to anyone. It inspired me to act more on my creative impulses, and do more writing.
The Red Stockings will begin a season of Beisbol soon. All I have to say is Carl Motherfucking Crawford baby. And also, an observation I have about our other new ringer we picked up: Adrian Gonzalez: If you look at a picture of him, he is a Spanish speaking version of V-tek. Take a picture of his face, and put it next to Varitek’s mugshot. Same Guy. I want them to mess around with that look alike thing at some point, like have Jason trot out with a first baseman’s mitt, and see if anyone notices.
Thanks for reading, check back next week for some more incoherent ramblings from:
PW Hatsley
