A Million to One

Times are tough here in the 775. Few people are eating out at restaurants, fewer people are gambling and everyone seems to be pinching pennies. Everyone, that is, except the New York Yankees. So when SK Baseball rolls up to the Reno City Council and asks for millions more in tax dollars we just wanna fusticate something.



SK Baseball wants to build three restaurants and three nightclubs in the city’s new entertainment district which also happens to contain their new baseball stadium. Problem is, they don’t have the money and they want us to give it to ‘em.



Question: If you owned a restaurant or a nightclub in the area, would you want to spend your money financing the very competition that’ll soon drive you out of business? Probably not.



Problem is, Mayor Bob Cashell and the rest of the bobbleheads on the Council are more likely than not to rubberstamp the idea. Why? Because helping developers crap all over the area with their strip malls and entertainment districts is what they do. Help the little guy? Not a chance. Give millions of dollars to bourgie rich motherhubbards? Well, that’s how politicians get reelected.



Here’s one solution for SK Baseball: The New York Yankees are paying just four players a combined $800 million. That’s more money than a lot of countries make. Major league baseball is rolling in dough. Why don’t y’all go ask used car salesman Bud Selig to fork you some scratch? Any politician willing to give that kind of money to a developer should have his or her career take a dirt nap.

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One More for the Money

Take this as the crux of an obvious biscuit...


If you lose your house to foreclosure, it is NOT a good idea to take the rest of your money and bet it on a college football game…no matter who is playing or what the spread is…do NOT bet the rest of your money on a college football game! Nothing...repeat...NOTHING good can happen when you do that.



Don't blame it on the...
Alcohol, drugs, genes, Satan.
This one's all on you.


Funny thing is…if the BSC motherhubbard had put his betting money into paying off his mortgage…maybe he’d still have his house. As it is…all he’s got now is a cellmate named Guido, a dead man on his conscience and a future fetching dropped bars of soap.





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Monday Mourning

Bourgie, white, rich, BSC Bernie Madoff steals billions of dollars from investors and gets to stay out of the hoosegow on bail. Poor brown-skinded brotherhubbard gets popped with a doobie and he gets ten years hard time. Those are some fucked up priorities.





Landmark day today…Chimp-Dick gave his final news conference. HUZZAH! Only eight more days ‘til the WPE rides off into the sunset. We were kinda hopin’ he’d ride off a cliff but we’ll take him gone any way we can. Too bad the shit-storm he’s gotten us into is gonna be around for a century or so. SHEESH!





In a survey of a random sample of U.S. emergency physicians, virtually all said they believed that law enforcement officers use excessive force to arrest and detain suspects. Thanks Captain Obvious. A couple of weeks ago BART cops popped a cap in a brother while he was handcuffed and on the ground. A couple of months ago, airport security in Phoenix detained a woman who later died in custody. In Texas, the son of former MLB’er Bobby Tolan was shot in the chest as he was laying face down in his driveway. Those are just a few incidents that we can think of off the top of our heads. A bit of research would uncover lots more. It seems that since 9/11 cops have been of the mindset that their shit doesn’t stink. They act like someone is guilty ‘til proven innocent and consider themselves the judge, jury and executioner of a suspect. Think not? Go up to the next cop you see and flip him/her the bird…that’s the last thing you’ll do as a non-incarcerated person. America the Free? Hardly.




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Our Weekend Plans

Sport Stacking. Yeah, it's cool but tonight, we're gonna get together with the guys and do it under the influence...typical of the 775.



Sure hope Mom & Dad don't find out about us using their collection of antique beer steins.





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Number One With A Shot and a Chaser

Yee Haw!!! A new report out says that the 775 leads the entire USo’A in heavy drinking. WE’RE NUMBER ONE BAYBEE!!!! Actually, we have a problem with this study. The Center for disease control classifies a heavy drinker as a man who has more than two alcoholic drinks a day…for women, it's more than one per day. WTF kind of Puritanical rat-bastard came up with those numbers? SHEESH! Every hotel, casino, strip club, dance club, liquor store, grocery store and preschool in the 775 offers two for one drink specials. Two drinks? Heck-fire…beer goggles don’t even kick in ‘til the sixth drink!



The problem with studies like this is that they lump everyone into the same category. More than two drinks a day and they consider you an alcoholic. Don’t drink at all and they call you a saint...but not Saint Patrick. Here’s the crux of the biscuit: If you’re a moronic douchebag, it’s not the alcohol doing it…it’s you. Americans tend to play a lot of the blame game. They think their troubles are all caused by something other than themselves. Listen folks…it’s not the alcohol screwing up your life…you’re doing it yourself. Don’t let the Puritans convince you otherwise.




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What's the Frequency Kenneth?

FULL DISCLOSURE: Every time you turn on your television, we here at PTB make one MILLION dollars.



For the last couple of days, RGJ/KTVN weather-dude Mike Alger has been lamenting the loss of the region’s NEXRAD radar site. Y'all know NEXRAD...it's the 21st century version of grandma's arthritic knee. Seems the little buggar was made out of toilet paper, scotch tape and bobby pins…NEXRAD…not Mike Alger or grandma. ANYWAY…


Alger tells us that the National Weather Service is getting together parts and pieces and probably won’t have NEXRAD fixed for “several weeks.” Here is the crux of today’s biscuit…


At the little T.V. station we work at, there’s an engineering department consisting of three guys whose only tools are a ball peen hammer, several rolls of duct tape and a couple of different lengths of bailing wire. When our signal goes off the air, the phone lights up like downtown Reno and people raise holy hell. “My T.V. went dark and I’m missing my stories,” shout the blue hairs. “My T.V. won’t work and I was right in the middle of watching American Idol,” say the young’uns. So our engineering boys hustle up the mountain to our transmitter and fix it with the instruments at their disposal…usually within a couple of minutes.


Question is…if the “Little Engineering Department That Could” can fix a multi-million dollar transmitter using a hair dryer, dental floss and Jello…why can’t the National Weather Service fix our NEXRAD in a timely fashion? Your guess is as good as ours but we figure that the only thing the Government-Cheese does quickly is bail out fat-cat Wall Street banker-types. The little guys? Yer on your own. Good thing we have plenty of duct tape!



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Pussycat Moan

Like most folks livin’ in the USo’A, those of us here in the 775 have been taking an economic dildo right in the pootie hole. People losing their houses, their jobs, their savings…just thinking about it makes us wanna hurl. But that’s the crux of another biscuit.

Now, more than ever, the citizens of Nevada need effective government, dynamic leadership and a vision for the future. What do we get instead? Governor Jim Gibbons and Lt. Governor Brian Krolicki arguing like a couple of schoolgirls. Neither of ‘em seem to mind that the state’s business is getting pancaked. It looks to us like they’re both wagging the dog.

Every column inch of newsprint, every second of talk radio and every minute of television news devoted to this brouhaha takes the attention away from how crappy these two have been in their respective jobs.

GJG crapped out even before he took office playin’ grab-ass with a woman who wasn’t his wife. Way to lead by example douchebag. Throughout his entire tenure it seems the Gov has been thinking with his little head instead of his big head.

BK on the other hand, is under indictment for his handling of the state’s finances. SHEESH! You’ve gotta really mess things up to be friggin’ indicted. No worries though, the Lt. Governorship was just another small stepping stone to a bigger and better political future. Key word there? “Was.”

Look guys, your shenanigans are embarrassing the whole state. Why don’t you do us all a favor and resign? Let us get people in there who’ll do the job. If y’all still wanna fight…may we suggest a no-holds-barred mud wrestling death match...put that on PPV and we could get the whole state out of debt. We’d sure pay to watch that.

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Here We Go Again

2008 sucked.

What’s in store for the next year?

Pray hard for ’09.

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Think About Your Troubles

We're sayin' sayonara to 2008 with one thought on our minds...no matter how bad y'all think things are...it could always be worse.


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Hard Sell

Intent on winning the “War Against Global Extremism,” defeating the Taliban and finding OBL the USo’A has been quite busy lately over in Afghanistan. Like we said before, it’s a no-win situation. But the government-cheese doesn’t listen to us here at PTB so they’ve whipped out a new weapon…Viagra.




Apparently, the CIA has been using the little blue pill to bribe elder tribesmen out in the backcountry and, according to the Agency, its working. WTF? With all the primo ganja and the top-of-the-line opium in Afghanistan, don’t those poor people have enough trouble with drugs? Here’s the crux of today’s biscuit…




To get Viagra here in the States, you need a ‘scrip from an M.D…elsewise it’s called possession of a controlled substance. But to win over the hearts and minds of the Afghani people we’re bribing ‘em with a controlled substance. SHEESH! We burn the shit out of their pot farms and trash their poppy fields, tellin’ the folks that drugs are bad then we turn around and give ‘em illegal boner pills. And you wonder why we think this war sucks? This is one more reason in a long, long, long list.




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Just Do It

We cannot emphasize this enough…there is nothing…repeat…nothing better than sex. Maybe that’s our take ‘cause we don’t do it nearly as often as we should -- but that’s the crux of a different biscuit.


The problem here in the United States of Puritanism is that most people think sex is a bad thing. It’s not our fault. The government-cheese and those that speak for JZeus’ Dad continually bombard us with the thought that putting tab "A" into slot "B" or slot "C" or slot "D" is wrong. Both groups tell us when we can and cannot do it, where we can and cannot do it and who we can or cannot do it with. SHEESH! Makes you wonder how the species survives. Well, don’t fret peoples. We’ve got good news for y’all.


A report just out says that folks who take "abstinence pledges" and "virginity pledges" are just as likely to have sex as those of y’all who don’t take a pledge. The first thought up from our mind shaft was "DUH!" That’s like saying politicians running on the platform of government ethics are just as likely to take a bribe as say…Rod Blagojevich. Thanks Captain Obvious.


You see, sex is the great motivator. Why else do you think guys buy fancy cars, get educations and occasionally shower? To impress as many ladies as possible with the intention of getting sex. Don’t believe? Ask any guy. Sex is our highest priority. We think about sex almost all the time. That’s why men had to invent sports. ‘Cause if we didn’t, we’d be thinking about sex all the time.


And women aren’t any different from men. Oh sure…they may play shy and innocent and naive but no fire burns hotter than in the loins of a woman. Why do you think women spend so much money on clothes, spend so much time putting on makeup and dreaming of the day that they can get breast implants? So they can get more men to have sex with. It’s an entirely natural thing. Much more natural than thinking an Invisible Man in the Sky gives a crap who you do the horizontal tango with. So go for it folks. Dive in with both feet (if that’s your kinda thing). Have sex. Just don’t let the Government-Cheese catch you putting tab "A" into slot "Z."

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Falling Down the Mind Shaft

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Christmas Party From Hell

We find it pretty easy to hate the holidays. Three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year people are pricks to you then, all of a sudden, it’s “Merry Christmas!” Bah Humbug. With that said, below is a little ditty from the greatest a cappella band of all time…The Bobs. If you haven’t heard their album Too Many Santas you’re missing out on a holiday treat.

It's the night before the night before Christmas…

old friends together the same time every year.

She's leaving him, but he doesn't know it.

To everyone else it's perfectly clear.

Their holiday party has secrets in the air

something that he doesn't share.

She's found another.

She's movin' on.

The day after New Years she'll be gone.

The guests are uneasy they don't know how to act.

Should they tell him or keep it hushed?

Take a drink and a snack?

Talking behind his back

soon everyone's getting lushed.

It's the night before the night before Christmas…

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History Repeats Itself Itself Itself

Back in the day Great Britain had the biggest, baddest army in the whole friggin’ world.

A few years later, the Soviet Union arguably had the biggest, baddest army in the whole friggin’ world.

Nowadays the good ole’ USo'A has the biggest, baddest army in the whole friggin’ world.

Wanna know what they all have in common? They’ve all tried to invade and occupy Afghanistan. The Brits and the Russkies both failed miserably. They got their asses handed to ‘em by a bunch of mujahideen drivin’ camels and shootin’ RPGs made in the ‘50’s. So far, the same thing is happening to us. Now some douchebag with a chest full of fruit salad wants America to commit more troops to the fight in Afghanistan. We’ve said it before and we’ll say it again…there’s no way in hell that our army is gonna win in Afghanistan. No. Way.

We’re not trying to be defeatist here, we’re just looking at things through objective eyes. The Afghan people don’t like us, the USo’A has killed thousands of innocent Afghan civilians in strikes against “insurgents” and the President of Afghanistan is seen as a puppet of the U.S. Government. We burn their crops and stop them from making money the only way they know how…by cultivating and processing poppies. There aren’t enough F-22’s in the world to stop the Afghan people from throwing out the “invaders.” Let’s just hope someone on the high side of the chain of command realizes that as well. Elsewise Afghanistan will go 3-0 against the world’s greatest armies and more of our brave soldiers will have died in vain.

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Pissin' 'Em Off

We got into an office pool a while back. The object was to try to figure out which group o’ folks the ‘Bamer was gonna get pissed off first. We chose tighty-righty ‘cause we thought BHOb was gonna take down Dr. Evil on war crimes charges. We were wrong. Nothing unusual there. What is unusual is that he pissed off…wait for it…wait for it…the GAYS! Uh oh.

The GLBT folks are mad, and rightly so, ‘cause the President-elect chose BSC Rick Warren to give the invocation at the inauguration. Rick Fuckin’ Warren. What, Adolph Hitler Campbell wasn’t available? Anyway…that got us to thinkin’ ‘bout who else Barry-O coulda picked to lay out an opening prayer and who that would have pissed off…

Reverend Jeremiah Wright would be the pick that pissed off everyone that still thinks Sadaam Hussein was behind 9/11, that the Iraq and Afghanistan wars are still winnable and people who think it’s O.K. to give $700 Billion to the moneychangers.

Bishop Thomas Muthee getting picked would piss off VPILF Sarah Palin, alleged Kenyan witches, accused Kenyan witches and actual Kenyan witches.

FLDS President Warren Jeffs as a pick would piss off anyone who’s never been married, anyone who’s been married to Warren Jeffs and the entire state of Utah.

Picking Pastor Ted Haggard would piss off meth addicts, male prostitutes and the entire membership of National Association of Evangelicals.

You see…no matter who the ‘Bamer picked for his inaugural invocation, someone was gonna get mad. That is, unless he picked the rotted corpse of Mother Theresa to give the invocation. She probably doesn't look much different.

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Crack Crackers

The Reno City Council has proven once again that they have the collective brain power of a sack of doorknobs. Last night the Council reduced a moratorium on new liquor licenses to just the area around Wells Avenue. Why just the Wells Avenue area? Could it be because it is a predominately brown-skinded neighborhood? We don’t put it past the crackers on the Council to less-than-subtly show their racist sides.




Some brotherhubbard was quoted in the RGJ saying, "Liquor stores contribute to loitering, public drunkenness, armed robbery and the recent murder of a store clerk." Ummm...no. Liquor stores contribute taxes to the state, county and city. They provide jobs and convenient places to shop for neighborhood residents. Don’t blame liquor stores for the sins of a few douchebags. Responsibility for the crimes mentioned lies directly in the laps of the perps.




Dude went on to show the Council a “crack pipe” he says he bought at a local liquor store saying the stores sell drug paraphernalia. This is the kind of cheese-dick mentality that permeates the 775. Listen up short-bus ...it's not a crack pipe 'til you smoke crack out of it. Elsewise, it's just a pipe.





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Fuhrer Furor

Last week little ‘Dolph Campbell turned three years old. For his birthday, ‘Dolph’s ‘rents wanted to throw him a party and get him a cake with his name on it…typical all-American family thing to do. So, the Campbells went to their local ShopRite and placed their order. That’s when the shit dropped to shoe level. The store-folks refused to put the tyke’s moniker on the celebratory confection because his full name is…get this…Adolph Hitler Campbell. Aye Caramba!




A spokeshead for ShopRite said that they reserve the right not to print anything on a cake that they deem to be “inappropriate.” WTF would ShopRite know about “inappropriate?” Besides, how is a baby’s name inappropriate? Would they refuse to put a name on a cake if it was Osama bin Laden Johannsen? Attila the Hun Smith? George W. Bush?




Now, everyone knows there are some BSC ‘rents out there and they can get pretty creative when naming their l’il ones. Remember Moon Unit Zappa? But the crux of today’s biscuit is simple…




In the USo’A you can name your little one anything you want and ShopRite has no right refusing to put that name on a birthday cake. You might not like the person’s name, you might not like the person’s color or national origin or sexual orientation but, in America ALL men are created equal…even Adolph Hitler Campbell.



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Rag Arm

Normally we don’t go back-to-back with subjects here at PTB. But the Iraqi shoe dude was even funnier than when Chimp-Dick almost died from an attack by snack food. It was so friggin’ hilarious it got us to thinkin’…

The dumbass missed twice at close range. Now the Red Sox want to sign him to counter all the money the Yankees gave pitchers C.C. Sabathia and AJ Burnett.

No wonder Bush hates the media…Helen Thomas woulda KILLED him with one of her shoes! Good thing Bob Lanier wasn’t in the crowd.

Think about it…shoe-dude, in his whole life, was probably picked last for dodgeball every time. GWB, on the other hand played a lot of dodgeball during and after college. It was either dodgeball or Vietnam. Now you know.

Betcha we could pay off the national debt, bail out the banking, the insurance and the auto industry if we offer everyone in the USo’A the opportunity to throw their shoe at pResident Bush for a dollar. We’d pay a couple of bucks to toss our Chuck Taylors.

We noticed the shoe dude was wearing the latest Nike Air Amman, Jordans.

A Muslim's worst insult to a person is to show the bottom of his/her shoes/feet…Worst insult to an Irishman? Running outta beers then takin’ away the friggin’ keys!

Ever wonder how things would be different today if Lee Harvey Oswald woulda used a shoe?

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Shoe Fly

In the Islamic world there's no bigger insult than someone hitting you with a shoe. It's their version of flipping someone the bird. Remember what the Iraqis did to Saddam Hussein's statue? YIKES! Over the weekend an Iraqi journalist tossed not one, but two shoes at pResident Bush. Guess he was thanking Chimp-Dick for all we've done for his country. Just think of it...if that brown-skinded brother had any taste in footwear, G-Dub woulda been JFK'd by a red Prada stiletto. They could call 'em "Go Fuck Yourself" Pumps. Hell of a way to go.


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Bubblin' Crude

Well...Jethro got his casino.



Now, finally, the 775 can be known as a mecca of high-end entertainment.




We'll be out back in the cement pond eatin' possum stew from the buffet and drinkin' Granny's 'shine from the combo sports bar/woodshed.




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Bowling for Dollars

With the continuing effort to get us all fired up about Wolf Pack football, here's what we get:

A bowl game in the exciting metropolis of friggin' Boise, Idaho. Aren't bowl games supposed to be a reward? Maybe that's how it works...the crappier your team, the crappier your bowl game is.

Nothing like celebrating the love of humanity than with a violent sport consisting of people knocking the beJZeus out of each other.

We should be playing teams like Maryland in non-conference. Instead, we got Grambling’s band.

We’ll never make the step to the next level playing in crappy bowls against nobody’s cousin…and getting beat.

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Tuned Out

Several artists have hooked up in protest ‘cause their music is being used to torture prisoners at Gitmo. We can understand that playing tunes with the volume cranked to 11 amounts to physical torture. You could really get a couple of eardrums a ringin’ if you go loud enough. What worries us here at PTB is Gitmo’s pick in torture music. Ya think any of those poor brown-skinded brotherhubbards speak English? No. So it really doesn’t matter what the lyrics of the song are, just how loud you play it. The bands they favor…Nine Inch Nails, AC/DC, Rage Against the Machine and Pantera we can understand. They’re all oogity boogity metal bands. Ooo…scary. But Queen? Are they serious? You’d have to crank Fat Bottomed Girls pretty loud to make that scary. What’d really scare the beJZeus out of the bad guys would be to show ‘em a video of Queen with Freddie Mercury all dressed to the hilt. Aye caramba!

Death metal is getting a bad name here, so we thought long and hard about other music that could be used for torture…

Anything by Wagner or Beethoven. Before scary movies, that was the stuff that gave folks nightmares.

How ‘bout rap? You should see what an 808 bass drop can do to a guy in a 6x6 concrete closet. BANG!

Five of the scariest words ever uttered in song: Alvin and the Chipmunks. That’s worse than waterboarding!

But our favorite? The Shaggs. One of their best is My Pal Foot Foot. CAUTION: “Listening to the Shaggs may result in space dementia, Stevie Wonder-vision, Captain Quint breath, Charlie Brown head or Blagojevichitis.

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Prohibition Inhibitions

Seventy-five years ago today the USo’A decided to give up on the “noble experiment” that was Prohibition. At that exact moment, tighty-righties around the country skidmarked their collective Underoos. That’s back when you could smoke reefer and snort blow legally but the morality police had figured the only way to prevent drunkenness was to ban alcohol altogether. That didn’t work out too well now, did it? So, alcohol became legal again. Thank you JZeus!




Can you imagine the state of Nevada today without alcohol? YIKES! We’d have to rename ourselves West Utah. BLECH! Think of it this way…who’d wanna see some cracked out skank do a pole dance if alcohol wasn’t involved? No one. Do you know how boring video poker is when you’re sober? BORING! Even worse, if Prohibition was still in effect, the only commercials you’d see on the Super Bowl would be for cars and tampons. Aye caramba!




Besides, look at all the jobs that legal alcohol has created. From brewmeisters and distributors to bartenders, cocktail waitresses and alcohol abuse counselors. Alcohol is responsible for thousands of jobs in the Silver State. Heck-fire, if the PoPo didn’t have DUI checkpoints to do, they’d have to go out and do some REAL police work like catching bad guys and stuff.




The crux of our biscuit today is simple. In the 13 years that alcohol was illegal in America, alcohol-related deaths soared. Why? Without government oversight, people were making nasty, rot gut swill from crap like kerosene, lighter fluid and ass wax. But people drank anyway. The fact that it was illegal didn’t dissuade anyone from drinking. Not even the possibility of death stopped folks from tyin’ one on. Making booze illegal diverted the cops’ attention from really bad guys like murderers and rapists. You go Elliot Ness! Prohibition was an abject failure.




We look back on it now and romanticize the bootleggers and the rum runners from days past. How quaint those huckleberry moonshiners were! So what’s the difference between the Dukes of Hazzard and some poor brown-skinded brother bringin’ a load of the ganja across the border or growing it in his hydroponic grow room? Nothing. Keeping the prohibition against marijuana is just as stupid-assed as the prohibition against alcohol. Maybe one day we’ll learn. Probably not…but maybe.



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Say What?

We sure do love us the Westboro Baptist Church folks. They’re the BSC motherhubbards that think JZeus’ Dad is letting U.S. soldiers get killed in Iraq and Afghanistan ‘cause we tolerate homosexuality. Well, they’re back in the news ‘cause some activist judge decided that they couldn’t protest outside the funeral of a soldier and fined ‘em enough cheddar to float a battleship. We think that’s wack.



This is friggin’ America. We’re Americans and we can say anything we want. So what’s the harm in letting the WBC’s protest at a funeral?



People can learn a lot from the WBC’s. The hatred, bigotry and intolerance they show is a perfect example of how religion keeps people apart rather than bringing them together.



Now some of y’all might be wondering about what’s called “clear and present danger.” That might work for yelling “Fire!” in a crowded theatre but it doesn’t have any juice in this argument. Why? What danger do the WBC’s protest cause (other than the possibility of them getting their collective asses kicked by irate mourners)? None. They’re Americans and they have the same right to free speech as the rest of us…no matter how fucked up their message is.



So the next time the WBC’s or the Klan or Rush Limbaugh hit the streets to spout their messages of hate, gather up all the little chillens, bring ‘em over and let ‘em listen. “What’s that I hear?” says little Timmy. "Tim my boy…that’s the sound of an endangered species…Douchebagis Collectivus Religious. Better known as a bunch of religious douchebags." Learn baby, learn.



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Irate Pirate

Well, it looks like Captain Steubing has finally grabbed a clue and found a way to foil those pesky pirates off the coast of Somalia. Sunday in the Gulf of Aden, a couple of skiffs loaded with bad guys started shooting at the M/S Nautica. So what’d the captain do? He put the pedal to the metal and dusted the rat-bastards. SEE YA! Hey, why didn’t anyone think of that before?



Here at PTB we love the fact that cruise lines aren’t taking anymore crap from these Blackbeards. We just wish they’d take it farther. Next time a boatload of pirates rolls up on a cruise ship, why not let the passengers get in on the action with a hundred or so skeet rifles? Better yet, cruise ships could carry a couple dozen WWII era depth charges. You know, those bad-assed, 55 gallon barrel looking things? You can bet a lot of those bourgie passengers would pay top scratch to get to catapult a couple of those babies at a skiff full of pirates.



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