Oh The Douchebaggery

And not in a "Wow dude, that ollie was sick" kind of way.

I was watching my local news, like the upright citizen that I am, when they featured a story about some pin-headed hatemongers who decided it was their duty to rally outside a local high school.

Their message?

I won't even repeat it because it was so thoroughly reprehensible.

I tried to find a video link but was unable.

So you gotta' get the info the old fashioned way.
Read this crap.

http://newsblog.projo.com/2009/05/hundreds-protes.html

Oh and, I have been feeling hugely nostalgic for the south lately...
and go on, haterade drinkers!

Bring it!

But the one thing I have come to discover about the north is how thinly people veil their hatred.
It's gross.
Stop it now.

At least in the south people put on an air of propriety.
Even if they are just two steps away from a walk-on role in the next Jim Varney vehicle.
(pronounced vee-hickle).

So, while I have been looking on Craigslist for jobs in North Carolina and just generally being angry about my town....I am feeling completely overwhelmed with admiration for the local student stockade that took on these blowhards.


Also, they got the usually mum Catholic Diocese to come out in support of said stockade.

Go Rhode Island!

Also, Happy Birthday Michael!

Read your blog.

Happy also birthday to Jennie R., Telly, and Patrick.

Shoot!

It's an auspicious day!

I like to think I am smarter than thou.

Not gonna' brag....

Oh Yes! I will!

I had two champ years...89-91

First, I won the Junior Spelling Bee Tournament in Central Florida.
Then I got first chair in the Florida Youth Symphony.

Flute, bitches!!!

I don't have any awesome stories about band camp.
Never went.
I got turned off when we were required, as members, to wear uniforms.

We were the Vikings.
It was Florida.
It was fucking hot.

It was awful enough that to be a band member you were required to wear orange and white polyester mid-summer, and---as Vikings, we were also supposed to wear a solid white helmet with horns.

Suck much?

Let me answer my own question..
Yes, indeed it sucked.
Enough that I quit the flute forever.

I also quit the spelling game after my first total loss.

It soooo blew for me.

I didn't get into athletics until college.

All I had were half-assed attempts at mind sport.

I always wanted a trophy.
My Bro and sis had a full wall.

Point is, I am sleepless and watching the National Spelling Bee and cursing at perfectly cute little geniuses.

Thunder, you have been stolen.

Not to you, of course...

I can't quit you, silly!

Nah...
I got me a summer job at the beach.
Yes, I know.

I am bathing in sugar sprinkles and marshmallows right about now.

Life is sweet.

Never worry, friends.
I have been told that even the nether regions of R.I. are capable of fielding these newfangled communiques we call "internet postings".

I will never leave you in the lurch.
I'm like a pristine bald eagle whose utmost duty it is to feed her noble chicks...

Only instead of vomiting in your mouth I will do it via your computer screen.

Mmmm...

Taste that?

It's the truth.

I know you never read this blog because you disapprove of my French...

But in the off-chance that ya' find it...
You are rad.

RAD

And if you put up with my antics for a lil' bit longer, I promise I will pay you back in full for all the faith and support.

I promise you that you will receive no I.O.U. coupons on your next B-day.

Only legit, tangible, presents are on your horizon.

Fabrege eggs, Tiffany diamonds, trips to St. Bart's...

20% off coupon to Pizzeria Uno.

Just like the Trumps!

I love you, mom.