Cut Me Pauly!

Let That Be Your Last Battlefield

Here at PTB we make fun of religion all the time. It’s not that we don’t think people should put all their eggs in the basket of the “Invisible Man in the Sky” – we just find it odd that the more religious one seems to be, the less likely they are to act in accordance with scriptures.


Islam is a religion of peace.

Judaism is a religion of peace.

Christianity is a religion of peace.



So why don’t zealous followers of their religions practice what they preach? To that question, we haiku…




Holy Shrine melee.

Can’t we all just get along?

Who would JZeus punch?


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One Man's Taboo is Another Man's Custom

If all the FLDS MoMo was goin’ on between the young girls and their substantially older husbands…why are all the kids bein’ taken from their mommas and why aren’t the daddies behind bars?


The authorities in Texas say that girls as young as 13 were getting pregnant at the FLDS. Don’t they get the MoPo Show in the Lone Star State? Young girls are getting pregnant everywhere! “You are NOT the father!” SHEESH!



Americans think we’ve got it made with our “freedom of religion.” But that’s not the case at all. We ain’t got freedom of shit.


-- Wanna use hallucinogenic substances in your services? Not gonna happen.


-- Is sacrifice a part of your religion? You’re in big trouble.


-- Don’t want to take your kids to the sawbones in town ‘cause your religion forbids it? Busted.


-- Does your religion allow you to have multiple spouses? Not in America it doesn’t.


-- Do you worship an alien, a woman or the devil? Sorry, you’re S.O.L.


These are just five examples. There are millions of instances of religions doing something their God has allowed and that the Government-Cheese has deemed “unlawful.”



The crux of our biscuit is simple…what part of “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof” don’t the mutherhubbards get?

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Will Play For Food

We know that readers of PTB have higher than normal vocabules. You’ve gotta know your stuff wandering around here. Those who don’t, will never get jokes like: “Obama-tude”, “crackufacturing” and “chimp-dick”.

Now, we love helping those less fortunate than us. Our problem is, there just aren’t that many people less fortunate than us. C’mon, living in mom & dad’s basement, working for the minimum wage and blogging in Cyberia is pretty far from being “fortunate”. But being poor in the USofA is NOTHING like being poor in say…Sudan, Colombia or Nepal. That’s where we’re asking our readers to help.

FreeRice is an online word game. Pretty simple to play…read the word and pick the correct definition. Get the word right and sponsors will donate twenty grains of rice to the U.N. World Food Program. We know what you’re thinking -- twenty grains of rice doesn’t sound like much. But if enough people play, things’ll add up quickly. So to you dear readers, please, take the time, drop in and play a few words. You’ll be doin’ it for a good cause. And like Uncle Bill always used to say “Be careful, you just might learn something before it’s done.”


If you haven't already...click here to play.

Peace.
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Why JZeus Spins in His Grave

A couple of quick thoughts on PoBen bein’ on this side of the ATL…

If the Pope is the voice of God on earth…how come he needs such tight security? Wouldn’t the invisible man in the sky take care of that stuff? Pope’s got so much muscle, he looks like skeevy Uncle Fester visiting a market in Baghdad.

The Pope mentioned that Americans need to make their political choices with compassion. Does that mean he’s against the war? If the Pope is against the war but pResident chimp-dick isn’t Catholic, can we still bomb the shit out of Iran?

Wouldn’t the two BILLION dollars y’all had to pay to clergy sex-abuse victims been better off helping the poor rather than buying off accusers? BTW…how the hell does a church get BILLIONS of dollars? Something about throwing out the money changers comes to mind here.

With all your secret church rituals (think The DaVinci Code), your way out there ideas (no birth control, a couple of times around a rosary and you’re clean as a whistle) and your clergy’s penchant for pedophilia…what makes the Catholic Church different than the FLDS?

If Catholics have to go to marriage counseling before they get hitched in the church, why are they counseled by a priest who’s never been, and never gonna be, married? WTF does a priest know about marriage?

One last thing straight to you PoBen. You said today that the clergy sex-abuse scandal needs to be viewed in the “wider context of secularism and the over-sexualization of America.” Do you really believe that horseshit? Look bro, 26 million Americans might think you’re the mouthpiece of God but here at PTB we know better. The only difference between you and the motherhubbards that excommunicated Galileo is a couple hundred years. Quit blaming your problems on people who don’t believe in your magic fairies and quit blaming your problems on American’s sexual appetites. You know little to nothing about either.

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Here's to You Mr. Robinson

We’re a day late and a dollar short puttin’ in our two bits (two cents ain’t worth a plugged nickel anymore) about Jackie Robinson Day in MLB. When blacks were finally allowed into the bigs, Americans saw what diversity could do. Almost single-handedly Robinson turned the perennial loser “Bums” into one of the best teams in baseball. Diversity is what made Brooklyn a great team and it’s what makes America a great country. Check it:



Have you ever met a blonde Chinese person? No.

Not one Mexican has the last name of O’Malley. Not one.

Ever seen a brown-skinded brother from Norway? No.

Any Shlomo Liebowitzes in Nigeria? Ain’t happenin’.

You’ll never meet an Iranian named Shaniqua, RaShawna or Dikembe…

or an Egyptian named Bill or George or Doogie.

Ya see, America is one big fat melting pot and anyone is welcome to bubble in the stew with us…makes things mighty tasty. That’s what makes this country great.

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Not-tional Geographic

It's not a big secret -- most Americans suck at geography. It's because of our superiority complex. Who the hell cares where anything else is in the world? If they’re not here, they must be losers.



Still, you’d think someone whose job description includes the need for a moderate level of geographic knowledge would, you know, actually HAVE said knowledge. And then we get the video right here.



Stephen Hadley goes on for two and a half minutes about China’s issues with…Nepal. That’s right…Nepal. Not Tibet. Nepal. And it’s not like it was a slip of the tongue or a verbal hiccup or, as Skeevy Uncle Fester would say, a “senior moment.” No, Hadley refers to China’s trouble with Nepal EIGHT TIMES in two and a half minutes.



So, why are we making such a big stink over something as trivial as a geographical mistake?

Stephen Hadley works for the United States Government. In 2002, he was a member of the White House Iraq Group. He was the one who made up the “Yellowcake from Niger” bullshit. Instead of getting fired, he got a promotion. Stephen Hadley is now the friggin’ National Security Advisor to the President of the United States of America…and he doesn’t know the difference between Nepal and Tibet.



If you ever wonder how America got so messed up…look no further than this shit.

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Gun Nuts

We have a couple of questions...

WTF does the Governor of the State of Nevada need NINE concealed weapons permits for?

You goin' out on a buffalo hunt there Gov.?

We know that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Gib...is that what you're afraid of?

Don't you have security?

Or maybe you're just trying to impress off-duty cocktail waitresses.

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Random Acts of Mindless

There’s so much goin’ on ‘round the place we wanted to talk about as many of ‘em as time would allow. So today, we’re all over. Think of it as “drive-by posting.”



There was so much security around the Olympic torch yesterday, it looked like John McCain visiting a Baghdad market.



The city of Reno has to pay $100,000 to a couple of dancers and their boss ‘cause they got roughed up by the RePoPo. Their crime? Stripping without a license. SHEESH! Yo Reno-911…go find Brianna’s killer and leave the strippers alone.



You can’t go on strike and picket your work unless you give ‘em an exact time? That’s one of the stupidest friggin’ rules on the book.



A couple of cops in the NYC get busted for buying illegal steroids from the bad guys. Now NYPD Blue is gonna randomly test all 36,000 officers. Another example of why “Rudy in the Booty” are BSC!



No one wanted the biomass plant down in the Capital ‘ceptin’ the government-cheese. Turns out the people were right. The bugger’s gonna cost us more than it earns for the next 17 years. And now, we’re spendin’ more than a half a million dollars to hire peeps to work the thing ‘cause the state doesn’t have anyone qualified to run it. Who was gonna run it originally? Inmates. Wonder why we hate politicians?



Finally, Sgt. Timothy Smith. Another life wasted on the lies of pResident GWB. This fuckin’ war is NEVER gonna end. Saddest part is that most of the 775 voted for chimp-dick. TWICE! They tell you they support our troops and you believe ‘em. Then the troops get tagged and bagged and you STILL believe ‘em. Must be easy bein’ a sheep.




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Fox Trot

Last week Nevada hoops fans dodged a bullet when Cal hired Mike Montgomery as their new head coach.

But the bullets are still flying. Former Pack head coach Trent Johnson is leaving Stanford and is headed off to coach the Bayou Bengals. You know what that means?

Mark Fox is outta here faster than a Metamucil milkshake goes through John McCain.



Guess that's two asses getting hit with the exit doors out the 775.

We'll lay 2-1 odds that coach Fox is headed west by the end of the month. Hell...we'll lay 3-1 he's outta here by the end of the week.

No worries though, Pack fans. Next in the big chair...another ass-kicking coach.


Go Pack!




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Fabrication Nation

The surge is working.



The economy is not in a recession.



The Bible is Americans' favorite book.



Freedom of religion.



Freedom of the press.



We're winning the war on terror.



America is the greatest country in the world.



If your head is spinning from all the crap they've been feeding you, you're not alone. Problem is, they'll keep cramming it down your pie-hole as long as you keep gulping it down. The only way to stop it, is to stop it ourselves.



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Fine China

We've got no problem with people protesting. After all, this is the USofA and that's kinda our thing. We do have a problem with people protesting the wrong way.



If you wanna protest China for their Tibet policy, why turn everyone's day to shit by climbing the GGB? That's just as crappy an idea as boycotting the Summer Olympics. You really cheesed-off at China? Wanna make a real difference? Go home...look through ALL your stuff and toss everything into the garbage with a "Made in China" tag. EVERYTHING.



'Til then, you're all just poseurs.


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Minute Rise

There are myriad ways men-folks try to prolong the act of doin’ the nasty.


Foreplay that lasts so long it’s called sevenplay.


We hold our breath…we think about dead puppies…and the ever-popular Babe Ruth statistical rundown.


Now we find out it was all for naught. Three minutes is enough time for sex? SHEESH! We were good lovers all that time…we just didn’t know it.


Now that we DO know, we’re gonna have a bit of a swagger next time in the bedroom (or the kitchen or the bathroom or wherever).


No more man-Kegels, no more Super Bowl matchup stats and no more Tequila shooters. No, if the MD’s say three minutes is enough…three minutes it is. Any longer and it’s back to Brady Bunch episode rundown.



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Playing Politics

It was 1979 and the Soviet Union was getting’ pounded by a bunch of bass-ackward, poppy-farmin’, opium tokin’, Mujahideen. Yup…’79 was the year OBL got all his money and all his weapons from Uncle Sam so he could fight the good fight against the Godless Commies.



The President at the time was Jimmy Carter. Before Chimp-Dick showed up, Carter was considered the worst President ever. Why? Because Peanut Head thought a good way to dissuade the Soviet Union from fighting in Afghanistan was to boycott the 1980 Olympics in Moscow. Worst. Idea. Ever.



Sixty-two countries and regions stayed home that year. Hundreds of athletes lost lifetimes of work and sacrifice and sweat ‘cause Shit-For-Brains wanted to flex a little muscle. It didn’t work. The USSR stayed in Afghanistan for ten more years. Then they tucked their tails between their legs and lurped home. The only people hurt by the 1980 boycott were the athletes. They paid a high price for a massive political blunder.



Now, we’re hearing rumblings about a boycott of this year’s Olympics in Beijing. WTF is up with that? Does anyone even remember 1980? Does some politician with head-in-ass disease think that a boycott will change the way China does business? It won’t.



There’s no place in the Olympics for politics…just ask Adolph Hitler. The sight of that rat-bastard skid-marking his Underoos while watching Jesse Owens kick the living snot out of the “master race” was priceless. The Furher thought he could use his athletes to further his political cause. All he did was show the world how wrong he was.



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About Face at Wally World

Less than an hour after PTB hit Cyberia yesterday, Goliath got the message -- Wal-Mart decided to drop their claim against Deborah Shank.

One of their honchos wrote that Shank's situation had made the company “re-examine its stance.” No, you silly corporate weasel…y’all changed yer tune ‘cause of the bad pub. You know, Larry Craig-like bad pub.

We’d like to think y’all did it out of the goodness of your tiny black hearts…but we know better. It’s all about the green.

Now, if we could just find a way to kill off all those succubus lawyers, we’d be just like a sesame seed…on a roll.

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Why Wal-Mart SUCKS!

It’s bad enough Debbie Shank worked at Wal-Mart but a J.O.B. is a J.O.B. Then, eight years ago, Shank suffered severe brain damage in a traffic accident. She lost much of her short-term memory, was confined to a wheelchair and had to live in a nursing home.


Shank won a million dollars from the company of the driver who hit her. After the succubus lawyers took their bite of the pie, Shank was left with $417,000 to take care of her for the rest of her life. Then came Wal-Mart.


It seems that “Satan’s Little Helper” has a clause in their employee insurance policies that says if you win a lawsuit, they can get back the money they paid you in benefits. So Wal-Mart sued. They sued and fucking WON!

The Shanks appealed all the way to the SCOTUS and the rat-bastards refused to hear the case.


Now the Shanks are destitute. Dirt poor. They got NOTHING! Wal-Mart’s third quarter of ’07? $90 BILLION. This is the kind of repugnant shit that makes us wanna go “Guns of the Navarone” on their dumb asses. But it gets even more fucked up.



Last summer, shortly after losing her appeal, Debbie Shank’s son was killed in Iraq. You remember Iraq…don’t you? That’s the war we’re fighting so those brown-skinded brothers can live in freedom…in democracy. That’s what he fought for. That’s what he died for. And every day Debbie Shanks wakes up and she asks how her son is doing. She doesn’t remember. She has to be told, every day, that her son died. And as of this posting…Wal-Mart is still screwing the little guys. Fuck. You. Wal-mart.


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Mommie Dearest

Call him what you will – Little Mac…Baby “J”…Doc Hollywood – but don’t call him a Nevada basketball player anymore. That’s right. JaVale McGee, smoother than a Brazilian bikini line, took his mama’s advice and will now take his game to the bank.



Those in the know have pegged McGee to go in the middle of the first round. That’s instant millionaire turf there but that’s as far as things could go for him. Nevada basketball players have fared poorly in the big show recently -- Fuzzy…Sesh…Kirk – none making any impact for their teams (if they’re on a team at all) and all soon to be working with the rest of us shmos, punching a timecard and shleppin’ ‘til 5p rolls around.



The difference between them and Nevada’s newest defector is that they actually won something – you know, like conference championships, NCAA Tournament games, those kinds of things. JV never won diddly. He was a good follower, not so good a leader. Sure, he’d get his stats – HIS stats – but his teams, as a whole, were underachievers. The older JV got, the more he read his clippings…the more he believed them…the less his team won.



He’ll get his spot on the end of someone’s bench next year. He’ll learn quickly about lawyers, baby-mommas and scam artists. He’ll put in his two (or three…or one) and then he’ll be done, just like the rest of ‘em. What he’s gonna miss out on is the opportunity to grow as a player, as a leader, as a winner. No, he’ll be pickin’ splinters outta his ass next year – wearing the same old hang-dog expression -- like someone just kneed him in the cojones – leaving Nevada fans wondering what one more year would have taught him...and given us.



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Danger Will Robinson!

Huzzah, and a “Golden Pickle” to the NV. Yup, according to a new report we are the most dangerous state in the whole USofA. But hell, we already knew that. What a lot of people don’t know are the less visible reasons why Iceman won’t fly with us…

5. The Nevada Test Site. Shoot-fire. It’s not neon that lights up those casinos. Dangerous to those who are pregnant, thinking of becoming pregnant, alive, thinking about staying alive and people with a half-life of less than a hundred million years.

4. Ho’s. The existence of disease-free, well-maintained, goodly-attended brothels make Nevada a danger to marriage, religion and the reps of puritanical politicians everywhere. Remember…sex doesn’t kill…people who have sex kill.

3. Cute & Fuzzy Bunnies. If you think marmots bringing down the house is scary…wait ‘til the wolverine goes C. Thomas Howell on a picnic full of hikers. Dangerous to anyone doubting PETA, dropping popcorn on the trail or has ever watched the Outdoor Channel.

2. Hope and Despair. By virtue of our dalliances in the gaming industry anyone, anytime, can go from the outhouse to the penthouse and back to the outhouse in a matter of seconds. A large contributor to Nevada’s high heart-attack rate. Dangerous to bi-polar, moody, excessively happy/optimistic people, depressed/pessimistic people and people with emotions.

1. Two words. Buffet. Food. Un-wiped sneeze-guards give selections an ethereal glow. Stacked food exudes a third-world aura. Most dangerous to vets returning from Iraq. Flashbacks to Basra Market are common. Side effects may also include: keno-hole…silver and/or blue balls…visits from the Prince of Darkness…Romney-itis and bitter beer face.

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Leave it to Beaver(s)

Check it...if a couple of fuzzy rat-bastards can flood an entire city, whadda ya think a few dozen evil-minded BSC's can do?



Bridges crumblin' to shit.


Levees softer than Oreos in milk.


Dams that haven't been upgraded since Orville and Wilbur were still in their Underoos.



Infrastructure is as important a national security concern as anything. But we treat it like it was a smog check or an oil change -- only do it when you have to while paying as little as possible. Guess what folks, the engine light just came on. Are we gonna pay the man now or are we gonna pay him later?


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Sloppy Seconds

It looks like the powers that be wanna get another shot (pun intended) at the University of Houston. After the Cougars handed us our asses the other day, we're not sure this is a good idea.


Playing another game against a mid-major team that didn't make the NCAA Tournament is like getting a divorce, going out to the Bunny Ranch and hooking up with your ex-wife. Been there, done that.


Yo Wolf Pack Hoops...more games against teams who actually made the Big Dance and fewer games against the scrubs.



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Stack 'Em All...Let God Sort 'Em Out

Anyone remember Lynndie England? Anyone? Bueller? Well, here at PTB our memories are longer than John Holmes’ woody…we remember.



Pfc. England is the moon-faced cherub who gets off stackin’ men “Giza” style. Yeah, she likes her some nude Twister -- tokin’ on a ciggy, pointin’ and smirkin that BSC little smirk of hers. She’s the kind of pervert that tiddles her thingy at night while fantasizing about abusing “towelheads.”
Just when you thought Pfc.E’s fifteen minutes had come and gone she’s back. Earlier this week she was coppin’ a ‘tude when she told a German newspaper that, “…what we did happens in war. It just isn't documented,".”



She’s got a point there but that kind of stuff should never happen at the hands of an American soldier. That might be how the Nazis rolled or how the commies rolled or how WWII Japan rolled but that’s not how we roll. That’s why you were a guest of the government at the Gray Bar Motel.



She went on to blame the media for the shit-storm, “…I felt pissed off,” she said. “If the media hadn't exposed the pictures to that extent, then thousands of lives would have been saved. If it had been broken by the news without the pictures it wouldn't have been that big." Talk about killing the messenger.
So, in her twisted logic, if the network news wouldn’t have showed the towers coming down on 9/11, it wouldn’t have been as big a deal. Talk about a tree falling in the forest…SHEESH!



Listen up you bass-ackward, uneducated, redneck…what you did (and what we’re STILL doing) to those prisoners in Abu Ghraib is torture, it is un-American and it is wrong (Are you listening Bush-Wipes?). The media did what the media is supposed to do – report the story. None of this happened because of the media. It happened because you and your cronies are immature, skeevy, abusive, power-trippin’, sadists. That’s the kind of behavior that pisses off the bad guys!



Look, you can nude pyramid all you like in the privacy of your own whatever. But when you’re wearin’ the uniform of the United States Army, your reprehensible conduct should be dealt with harshly. Like strippin’ YOU nude and stackin’ y’all in a pile. We’d pay to see that.


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Happy Anniversary Baby

“No one knew what to expect when the Iraq war began March 19, 2003.” That, from the front page of today’s RGJ. We don’t mean to harsh the Gaz’s mellow but PTB saw this clusterfuck coming a mile away and we’re dumber than a bag of Skittles! We shouted from the rooftops, we argued and we sounded the alarms. What did we get in response? We were called Frog-lovers. We were called pacifists. We were called traitors. Funny, we haven’t heard from those folks lately. Guess it’s pretty hard to talk with a mouth full of crow. But we weren’t the only ones who knew.



Bush-Wipe knew. Rummy knew. Colin-Blow knew. Dick knew. Brown Rice knew. Halliburton knew. KBR knew. War-profiteers and hatemongers all.



So, it’s five years down the line. What’s changed? Did we find WMD’s? No. Did we give the Iraqi people democracy? No. Have we quelled the insurgency? No. Are Iraqis better off now than they were five years ago? No. Is the M.E. more stable now? No. Is America safer now? No. The list is as endless as this war.



What’s changed? Four thousand brave American soldiers – DEAD. More than a half million Iraqi civilians – DEAD. Gas is three dollars a gallon. Oil is $110 a barrel. OBL is still on the loose and neither the pResident or any of his wannabe successors mention his name anymore. Hell, crazy Uncle McFester wants us to stay in the Bag for a hundred more years. SHEESH!



No folks, this war is wrong. It’s just as wrong now as it was five years ago. When our kids look back at this dark chapter in American history they’ll see the beginning of the end. We were the greatest nation in the world once. That was before the Iraq war. How far the mighty have fallen. You might not have seen it coming but we did.




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Mister Christian

Damn. We haven’t bagged on religious hypocrisy in about twenty minutes. Well, it’s a new day peoples!

First of all, full disclosure: EVERY TIME YOU TURN ON YOUR TELEVISION, WE HERE AT PTB MAKE ONE MILLION DOLLARS.


Last week the pResident-in-Chief spoke at a gathering of religious broadcasters. You know the rat-bastards…Pat Robertson...Jimmy Swaggart…James Dobson…Jim Bakker…all “theocons” who swear you’re goin’ to hell ‘cause yer sinnin’ while they’re five finger discountin’ the collection plate, bangin’ their secretaries or their altar boys and pimpin’ out their rides.


What really bunched our knickers though was when chimp-dick started talking about staying the course in Iraq, widening our role in Afghanistan and basically keeping us at war for the next couple of decades…or centuries. And the crowd CHEERED! Yup. They were hootin’ and a hollerin’ like it was homecoming or Mackay Week or something.


Whatever happened to “Turn the other cheek.”? Whatever happened to “Love thy neighbor.”? Whatever happened to “Thou shalt NOT kill.”? Meanwhile, seventy-eight blasted to bits today. Forty blown to smithereens yesterday and it goes on and on and there’s no end in sight. And the National Religious Broadcasters Convention stood and acted like it was an encore at a Cher concert! The only solace we have in this whole mess is Matthew 6:1-6:

"Be careful not to do your 'acts of righteousness' before men, to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven…
…And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men.”

Open question to the NRB: Have ANY of you motherhubbards ever even read the Bible? You’d say “yes” but your actions say “no.”

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Commitments on StPD

The Irish are the blacks of Europe.


And Dubliners are the blacks of Ireland.


And the Northside Dubliners are the blacks of Dublin.


So say it once, say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud!



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Losing to Ron Mexico State

Nothin’ puts a skidmark on a party quicker than an “L”. All night Friday we were dipping nachos of hope into the salsa of naïveté. Talkin’ trash. Downin’ shots of hubris with chasers of audacity. Pimped out in our silver and blue, we thought we would win. We were wrong.


But after a few days of denial, anger, bargaining, depression then, finally, acceptance, we had an epiphany. Remember when Wolf Pack basketball sucked? Remember when making the conference tournament was a big deal? We’ve come a long way from those days baby. Now, when we don’t make the Big Dance, it hurts. It hurts more than we could have ever imagined and that’s good. We’re not wannabe’s anymore. We’re a full-fledged basketball school. That’s why missing the tourney makes us wanna sneeze in agony and blow the snot of remorse into the hankie of sorrow.


Got that “Little General?” Nevada is no longer a football school. Posting a mediocre record and losing a “Who Cares” bowl to the East Westchester Northstars (champions of the Southern Conference) just doesn’t cut it anymore. We’re all about the hoops now, baby. We wanna dance with the stars. Alas, not this year.


We did think we’d get into the N.I.T (Not Invited to the Tournament). Nope. Fate is cruel to hoops schools. No…we got the invite to the C.B.I. (Coulda Been In) Tournament. “Houston…Hello!” That’s cool with us. ‘Cause we remember when…and it ain’t gonna be like that no mo’. Nevada is all about the hoops now.


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