Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Beautiful Fat People



Do you tend to pig out a bit during the holidays? Maybe you favor the quadruple-stuffed Oreo over the plain ordinary ones. Well, if you are one of the "lucky" few who has the privilege of being featured on BeautifulPeople.com, you just might have gotten your waddling papers. The site which claims to feature only the most aesthetically gifted singles on the Internet makes no apologies for squeezing out the "fatties" who are harmful to their business model. Let me stop here for a minute. I have a friend who was recently told by some soulless corporate douchebag that his business was a "bad business model." If he had said that to me he would have gotten to "bad buis-" before I would have been standing over him, exhorting him to get up, like Muhammad Ali over Sonny Liston. If there is one thing that makes this blogger's blood boil it is when some snotnose whose mummy and daddy paid handsomely for him to get his MBA from University of Phoenix uses terms from that online business class in which he got a "B," terms which he really doesn't understand. My friend, far more of a gentleman than I, patiently explained how he has been quite successful doing what he does for a long time, then enlightened this nimrod about that little thing called the economy, which has been in a toilet spiral for the last few years. Unless your business model is magically making money appear from people's noses, you're going to have a little fall off these days.

What may seem to be a digression actually leads to this simple fact. Running off some of your stable just because there's "more of them to love," then issuing a smug confirmation of this fact is not only bad business, it's business suicide. We all know and love someone who is carrying a few extra LB's. Some of the most important people in my life would be considered to be generously proportioned. Why, some of my readers may be considered "zaftig" in some circles. Robert Hintze, the founder of BeautifulPeople.com, makes no apologies for running off the recently super-sized folks who wasted their precious time joining this less-than-important website. We were all young and thin and good-looking once. Some of us still are. But I have never met a person who was a bad person because he or she was a little Rubenesque. I have, however, met people who were Brad Pitts on the outside and armpits on the inside! Incidentally, how many of you actually look like the photo you put on that dating site?


Fat people make this country go. They drive the buses, like Ralph Kramden. They dine in our restaurants, like Wimpy. They crush quarterbacks, like Albert Haynesworth. They are rabid consumers of every product, an ideal demographic. How do you think they got fat in the first place? All kidding aside, most of us will fight, and lose, the Battle of the Bulge. From the looks at the cheek flesh on his well-fed face, Mr. BeautifulPeople himself may likely find himself someday using a bicycle mirror to read a scale. Hopefully someone in his merry band of pleasant-looking nitwits will remind him that, as said in Proverbs, "Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting."

It's time for Robert Hintze to do some damage control. Go into a Golden Corral. Hug the first chubby person you see. Realize before it's too late that the last thing we need less of is compassion. Bring back the big beautiful people. They need the Internet to find love too.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Gimme Back My Bullets!

In the intense world of athletic team competition, squabbles among teammates are nothing new. NFL Hall of Fame receiver Michael Irvin, while at University of Miami, had a vicious brawl with linebacker George Mira, Jr. Some of you are old enough to remember Dallas Cowboys QB Roger Staubach getting coldcocked by backup QB Clint "The Mad Bomber" Longley. Longley, after filling in and playing the game of his life, thought he deserved to be more than the clipboard carrier he ultimately should have remained. The two had fought once before, with Staubach getting the better of Longley. Slugging your team's Hall of Fame QB is not a real swift career move. The Cowboys summarily sent Longley to San Diego and to oblivion.

Well, move over Montagues and Capulets, those minor dustups have nothing on the Washington Wizrds' Gilbert Arenas - Javaris Crittenton feud. These two took the teammate pissing contest to a whole 'nother level, actually drawing down on each other! On Christmas Eve, no less! What's next? Napalm in the shower? A little C-4 in the toothpaste? Why, an errant pass could earn you some anthrax in your talcum powder! Gone are the days of cutting up a guy's suit to get his attention. If a guy is throwing a few too many bricks, you could arrange for a drive-by, with the equipment manager rising up out of a laundry bin blasting away. I suppose at this point it would behoove me to mention that this team used to be called the Washington (formerly Baltimore) Bullets. The team name was changed because it was believed the name glorified gun violence. Talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy! I say we go back to calling them the Bullets from now on! These two knuckleheads have changed the art of the locker-room beef forever. Don't like the way that fullback blocked on that sweep? Blast the varmint wide open! Reliever blew an easy save? Give him two in the hat. All the hallowed motivation and attitude adjustment techniques of the past are out the window. The prospect of your teammate busting a cap in yo' ass will likely keep you from addressing his shortcomings.

In all fairness, Arenas and Crittenton's beef was allegedly over a gambling debt. I hope this story was blown way out of proportion and they were actually shooting spitballs at each other through straws. Now we've all said, at one time or another, "I bet you a million dollars that..." These guys can actually say it and mean it. I don't know how much money Crittenton makes; Arenas, one of the league's elite, is in the second season of a 6-year, $111 million contract. The Washington Bullets are not a very good basketball team right about now. They are in the crapper and not getting better any time soon. They are a woeful 27th in the league power rankings. Arenas and Crittenton et. al. should confine their shooting to the court. Arenas has been known around the league as a born practical joker, a funny guy. Gilbert, stick to wedgies and itching powder next time you want a laugh. Or do like I do; read "Marmaduke" in your daily paper. Guns, as a rule, are not funny, except for the ones that have flags coming out of them.

Over 30,000 human souls are lost to us each year in the US due to gun violence. There's nothing funny about that.

Friday, December 25, 2009

This is a Ho-Ho-Holdup!


Merry Christmas all-

You know times are tough out there when Santa Claus has to resort to bank robbery! The Sun Trust Bank on Old Hickory Boulevard in Nashville was knocked over by a 9mm-toting white-bearded gent wearing the requisite red suit and hat. Before they were able to say "jingle bells" this bad Santa rolled up on the teller window, threatening that if they put dye packs in the sack he would "come back and kill everyone." Why, he wasn't nearly as jolly as advertised. No wonder those elves produce toys at the North Pole with such great speed and efficiency; no one wants to piss off ol' St. Nick! He escaped in a grey Nissan Altima, possibly pulled by eight flying reindeer. He remains at large, though witnesses have sighted him at shopping malls and in front of supermarkets, ringing bells, hiding in plain sight.

Note to Nashville PD: If you can lay out for a trip to the North Pole, this may be the best time to nab Santa at his own crib. After the night he's probably had, he's probably gonna sleep for a week! But be careful- he sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake.

If you like creepy, skeevy Santas like some of those you've seen at various malls all over the country, then sketchysantas.com is the site for you.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

What did I miss?


Dear Blog Is Not A Pretty Word Subscribers-

It has been a year and 5 months since my last "confession." I can't believe I haven't been moved to write about anything in that amount of time. To that end I'm freeing my blog from the glacier it's been in.

Hey Blog- first of all, a lot has gone down since you went into the witless protection program. We've elected our first African-American President. Childhood was celebrated with freak shows like Jon and Kate plus 8 and the Octomom. I would explain what those terms mean but at this point, who the Hell cares? Are you sitting down? Remember the Arizona Cardinals? They are the reigning NFC Champs, who came within 2:35 of winning the Super Bowl. That's right, the same Arizona Cardinals who always sucked so mightily all those years. Oh, and the Detroit Lions have won a couple games since you went underground. You missed their epic 0-16 season. Never before has losing been done so artfully.

Remember how tough it was to find Michael Jackson tickets? Well, as of June 25 this year, his tickets became impossible to get. He and his end-stage nose have joined the Heavenly Choir. But don't worry, you can keep up on what Tito, Marlon and Rebbie are doing by watching the Jacksons reality show on A & E. Not quite the same as the guy who gave 1500 Filipino prisoners something fun to do in the exercise yard.

You'll be glad I talked you out of investing the family hundreds with that nice Mr. Madoff. As it turns out, he's one of the Five People You'll Meet in Hell.

And speaking of screwing people, I know how you have enjoyed watching Tiger Woods demolish the competition. Well, he's doing a different thing for a while, largely because of what he was doing while he wasn't swinging the sticks.

Welcome back. Consider this my Act of Contrition.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

He's Got a Great First Name, I'll Give Him That...

Props to Tony Gonzalez for being in the right place at the right time to save a man on a dinner date from choking to death in a restaurant. I wish there were more stories like this one and less like the ones we usually see connected to NFL players. And props to the guy he saved for not finding some made-up reason to try to sue Tony.

I like Number 88 as a player, and obviously he's not a bad citizen, either. I'm sure he'll have that all-time receiving yards for Tight Ends in his pocket by the 3rd quarter of his first game in '08. And who's gonna take it from him? Shockey? Don't make me laugh. Antonio Gates? Maybe. Kellen Winslow, Jr? Fuhgeddaboudit! I also like his team's coach, Herman Edwards, whom I remember fondly as a player. The Miracle of the Meadowlands just shows you it ain't over 'til it's over.

Good luck to the Chiefs this season. Except when you play the Patriots...

Bernanke Puts It All Together...

Thank you, Fed chairman Ben Bernanke, for finally figuring out that the housing/mortgage crisis that has ruined so many lives is possibly the fault of the dirtball mortgage companies and their questionable array of products designed to put even the steadiest middle class homebuyer's finances into the crapper. Wow, that was a long sentence.

It seems that, since the beginning of this crisis, the borrowers have absorbed the lion's share of the blame, being all shiftless and irresponsible, causing the downfall of these nice, caring loan companies who just want to help people realize the Great American Dream of being house-poor. If those lazy borrowers would just stop losing their jobs and refinance those ARM's in time, everything would have been OK, Old Yeller wouldn't have had to be put down and Jon Benet Ramsey would be Miss Colorado by now.

But the Fed has finally come to the realization that the lenders might not be the shining white knights they have pretended to be. Rather, they have been preying on the desperate to increase their numbers and move product. I'm just a little old artist, Mr. Bernanke, but even I know that a family with a $40,000/ year income can't possibly pay off a $300,000 loan, especially an ARM. It's like the heroin dealer pulling in the addict. It's downright cheap at first, then next thing you're auctioning your baby on a street corner to pay for it.

These lenders have been the first to cry poverty, and the first to get any relief from a Bush-league White House. But that's the typical Republican-tinged response; help the companies, screw and blame the individuals. The greed of the lenders, realtors and speculators got us into this mess, just as it did back in the late 80's/early 90's. There was a Bush in the White Hose then, too. Coincidence or not?....

Bad Newz for Mike Vick

Go to fullsize imageJust saw that the best running quarterback in prison, Michael Vick, has filed for bankruptcy protection. The Don King of dogfighting apparently owes creditors somewhere in the neighborhood of $10 - 50 million dollars. That's some neighborhood, Michael. Most people, especially in cities out West, would say they live near an intersection, such as "Scottsdale Road and Shea."In Vick speak, that would be like saying you live near Nebraska and Iowa.

Now I know that in the Big House, guys have matters a bit more pressing than balancing their checkbooks. What with cons wanting you to join their "professional groups" and having to shower with your back to the wall, the contents of a bank account would seem like small stuff. I even cop to having trouble keeping mine straight, and I'm just a prisoner of my own celebrity. But I have never had to guesstimate my debt within $40 mil. Check with your friends and family members, Mike. I think someone is writing checks and charging things to your account that they shouldn't. You'd better stay in shape for football, because the good newz is, when you get out, someone will offer you between $10 and 50 million to play football again. And if you get that chance again, PLEASE don't screw it up. Based on Marcus's act, you still stand a chance of being the son of whom Mama Vick can be proudest.