Showing posts with label bitch slaps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bitch slaps. Show all posts

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Let Ball Deep Eat Cake

A few weeks ago, during Obama's big speech on health care before a joint session of Congress, Ball Deep went a little nuts and started freaking out about the effect of health care reform on the deficit, at which point I had to smack him down with a little economic knowledge.

But today there's some good news for Mr. Deep, not to mention basically everyone else out there - the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office has scored the Senate Financial Services bill and found the following:
  • The plan will cover 29 million people who would otherwise have been uninsured.
  • Only 3 million people will be removed from private health insurance.
  • 5 million fewer people will use the individual insurance market, the source of a lot of the current horror stories.
  • 29 million legal residents will have have insurance who would otherwise not have.
  • 245 million people will be basically unaffected.
  • It will not add to the federal deficit.
In other words, Mr. Deep, you can have your cake and eat it too. This is far from the perfect bill in my mind - it doesn't include a public option, there are still a lot of fucked up incentives that will need to be corrected, and I would much rather just go to a single payer system like every other developed nation. But it's a hell of an improvement. And to everyone out there who called this pretty ideologically centrist effort socialism or a government takeover or wasteful spending, here are some words of advice: go find a new hobby. Because your attempts to fuck up the country in your spare time because of paranoid fear and ill-thought-out ideology is pretty fucking annoying to the rest of us.

In other political news, it looks like Schubert and I have the right idea. Now the rest of you, move to the dirty south - you'll be able to buy a house without bankrupting yourself AND we'll be able to live in a Democratic paradise!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Origins: VoiceMail

As reported October of 2008 via Mancation 2009 Training camp Report...

As many of you know last weekend was the Glenelg High School 10 year high school reunion. None of the skrimps on this email chain that actually attended Glenelg (outside of yours truly) attended the reunion but D4ve "I got white Jerrys on my mind 24/7" 5c0rdat0 and Ev1n "Long Island Expressway" G0551n were nice enough to have me drive them to Bmore and Jackal it up with me.

Things were pretty standard at the bar as all you can drink was enjoyed and additional bar tabs were opened. The ride home however was greeted with an immediate passing out by L.I.E. and a determination that we had to drive him to his house and not the metro as planned.
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Exhibit A shows White Jerry smacking the ish out of him trying to wake him up as we approached his home asking him where he lived.
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Exhibit B shows him attempting to make up with the man assaulting him by cuddling as if it was Alex at Creels bachelor party. Eventually we found his home and tried to kick him out of the car where he proceeded to insist over and over again that i had "his voicemail". and that I needed to "stop stealing my voicemail yo!" "gimme my voicemail its up there". upon insisting that i would get him his voicemail later he exited the car with a succinct "you guys...you guys are crazy...you guys are crazy" To his credit we did in fact have his iPod in the glovebox which I guess could be considered a form of voicemail in retardville and he showed up to basketball somewhat bright eyed and bushy tailed at 11am the next morning. Puked all over the place at 1145 in the middle of game 3 but was a much better player post vomit.

I give you these pictures and this tale not solely to mock "voicemail" for his performance of supidity but to let all of you know this is exactly the type of effort we are looking for at the mancation. Go hard! Stand tall or don't stand at all! I want to see this effort from each and every one of you! Maybe more, nothing less!
Coach Lee

ps rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrricky weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!