Enough to make this bitch’s ‘fro ache…

A woman was a teacher at a Christian school in Florida.

She was engaged to marry.

She got married.

She found out she was pregnant.

She went to administration to let them know she’d need maternity leave.

The school administration asked when she got pregnant.

She told them the truth...that she conceived three weeks prior to her wedding but didn’t know she was pregnant until afterward.

The school fired the woman for fornication.

Pause…sip coffee…continue.

The school then told students and parents the woman’s personal bitness...specifically when she conceived and why she was fired.

The woman sued.

ABCNews.com posted an article.

A bitch read the article…and it made my ‘fro ache.

Cough.

Rewind to them asking the teacher when she conceived…

What the fuck? 

I wouldn’t have answered that shit…’tis none of their damn business and, short of hacking her doctor’s computer, they wouldn’t be able to find it out any other way.

But okay…clearly we’re dealing with one of those super honest people and she probably didn’t anticipate the school doing the math and then condemning her as a fornicator in the town square.

Ugh.

Let’s move on to the school telling everyone and their dawg this woman’s business...

Oh, hell no! 

I don’t give a hot damn what religious blah, blah, blah a school is associated with – they are still subject to basic privacy laws and there ain’t no way in hell to spin that kind of disclosure as legal.

Mercy.

And now to the pesky issue of faith in the classroom.

If a woman who becomes pregnant and marries loses everything for fornication…

…does that promote abstinence, lying about when a pregnancy was conceived or termination of pregnancy should marriage not be an option?


If you're damned either way, what way do you go?


Pause...sip more coffee...continue.

But hey, the church in question managed to attack a lovely family in their efforts to defend so-called family values – way to sell us heathens on the joyous benefits of faith in the classroom!

Blink.

By request – a bitch’s thoughts on a hot mic verbal malfunction...

A certain Robin from Ohio sent a bitch an email requesting my thoughts on Carly Fiorina’s recent hot mic verbal malfunction.

Um, okay.

I disagree with Carly Fiorina on most things, but she did bring Demon Sheep into the world and…well, a bitch loves those red-eyed sheep!

Anyhoo, Fiorina is running for Senate in California.  She was waiting for an interview to begin and chatting up someone off camera…but her mic was hot and caught everything she said.

A bitch’s take?

I’m surprised anyone on the right thinks Sean Hannity is a tough interview, but apparently Carly Fiorina does.  She expressed astonishment that the GOP candidate for Governor, Meg Whitman, was going on Hannity’s show because Fiorina feels he’s a tough interview.

Interesting.

On one hand, I get that Fiorina was concerned for her friend Whitman.

On the other hand, I’m wondering what Fiorina knows about Whitman’s political spine that we don’t know…’cause she seems to hint that Whitman needs soft interviews to avoid having to answer tough questions.

Pause…consider…continue.

Come to think of it, if Whitman can’t handle Hannity a bitch has to wonder if she even has a political spine!

As for Fiorina’s diss of Senator Boxer’s hair…well, it’s nice to know that her team is tackling all of the tough issues facing California.


Lawd, have mercy.

Fuck it, a bitch can't wait for the Demon Sheep Extreme Makeover!

Blink.

The Hawks win the Cup...

NHL hockey has come to an end.

The Chicago Blackhawks won the cup with an overtime goal by Patrick Kane...of all the no cab fare paying Vanilla Ice hair having Hawks to score the cup winner (wink).

Sigh.

The Flyers played their hearts out...and won a fan in St. Louis (as long as they aren't playing my Blues).

A bitch sincerely hopes my beloved Blues were watching...and I hope they are bitter as hell watching that celebratory shit.

Get hungry, boys...get real fucking hungry and then lace it up and skate for it all next season!

Pause...consider...continue.

Fuck it.

I.

Love.

This.

Game.

Love it!

And a bitch can't wait until next season...

***logs off to drink vodka and talk trash about Kane's hair with C-Money***

More BP oil spill ponderfication…

Shall we?

A bitch just read this news bit about Congress investigating BP and…well, it got my ass thinking about how folks are talking about government as relates to BP.

Hearing the left discuss how the federal government needs to get all up in BPs bitness (some are even demanding a government take-over) isn’t surprising.

But hearing the right demand more government involvement in all things BP is fascinating.

Americans are nothing if not reactive.  Time after time, we the people have to be confronted with some sort of drama to address the source of that drama…and time after time, we the people conveniently forget from whence the drama came once news of the mess is no longer blasting from our various communication devices.

What I find interesting is that the political party that tied patriotism to drilling just a couple of years ago…the same party that said government needed to get out of the way of bitness so that companies can tap into off shore oil…yeah, that political party is kind of getting a pass on this BP fubar.

Catch the knee!


I’m not saying that the Obama administration isn’t responsible for the festival of fubar in the Gulf – they are.

But they aren’t alone in that shit.

More importantly, the Obama administration can’t be alone in that shit…’cause if they are, we the people will face the ramifications of a revolving door of off shore oil drilling reforms followed by deregulation followed by disaster followed by regulation followed by you get the idea.  

Sigh.

We had a policy that didn’t encourage, support or allow for more off shore drilling.

The GOP went after that policy like a dawg on a bone during the 2008 presidential election…and continued to lobby hard for more off shore drilling after the election.

Lobbying for more off shore drilling resulted in President Obama changing policy to allow for some drilling…methinks he used it as a carrot to get something else done, but that’s neither here nor there.

President Obama announced a compromise that would allow for some off shore drilling in late March of this year.

11 people lost their lives after a blowout on the Deepwater Horizon rig April 20, 2010…and the oil’s been gushing since.

Then that tendency to react to drama rather than proactively anticipate drama kicked in…and the same people who were bitching about government regulations standing in the way of off shore drilling are now indicting the government for not fixing the fubar that results from lax regulation of off shore drilling.


The most frustrating part is that many have been predicting this kind of drama for years, so proactive policy was possible.


It just wasn't popular.

Pause…consider…continue.


I guess regulate baby regulate doesn't turn the masses on the way drill baby drill does did.

The optimist in me hopes that members of Congress will take notes and propose some policy changes after they get their BP hearings on.

But the realist in me knows that the blame game rarely produces sound policy.

This has all happened before…

…and, without serious changes, this will all happen again.

Hold please!

Bitchitude shall be delayed today 'cause a bitch just wasted the morning trying to write a post about Lt. Gov. Kinder accusing the left of trending anti-Semitic.

Fuck it - just read this over at Show-Me-Progress.

I'm off to write about the discovery of alien life on Titan...

The Hawks got their groove back…big time!

Hi all!

I missed Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals – had to go see my dear friend Dr. Tim McCarthy speak at The Harvard Club of St. Louis…

…but it seems that the Hawks got their groove back with a 7-4 win over the Flyers!

Holy jumpin’!

Game 6 will be in Philly Wednesday and a bitch shall watch that shit live.

One game…60 minutes on the ice…and everything on the line.

I…love…this…game!

Tied up 2 games to 2 and heading to back to Chicago, baby…

A bitch and C-Money watched Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals last night!

Daaaaaaamn, that was some serious shit!

Confession - I watched it again this morning.

The Flyers came on strong and play was rough as hell.  Some are pointing to bad calls or a lack of calls by the refs…and Lawd knows this was a bad week for sports officiating in general (wince)…but I didn’t think the refs fucked this one up any more than they usually fuck a game up.

Catch that knee!

I know things look different when you’re a fan of one team or the other…no need to hurt a bitch (wink).

Anyhoo, the third period was a gem…the Hawks came back roaring and the last few minutes ticked by with one goal separating the Hawks from overtime!

Alas, overtime was not in the cards last night.

The Flyers empty net goal closed the deal and they won Game 4 with a score of 5 to 3.

And yes, VPOTUS Joey B. and Jill Biden were at the game.

Methinks Jill is a Flyers fan.

Who knew?

Anyhoo, this series now heads back to Chicago for a Sunday Game 5 – and this bitch suspects the officials will be in for an earful of “suggestions” from Hawks fans.

Can't wait, can't wait...CAN'T WAIT!

Some play chess while others play checkers, but The Man plays poker...

Shall we?

The other day a colleague handed me the Pride issue of the Vital Voice magazine.  I love the cover and the fact that so many diverse businesses and organizations are advertising in our community’s LGBT publication.  I flipped through pages…took note of the Pridefest Guide and the schedule of events for the two day festival scheduled for the last weekend in June…then came upon an article titled The State of Gay: Chess or Checkers.

The State of Gay: Chess of Checkers?

That looked interesting so I settled down to get my read on…

…and had several reactions, one on top of the other.

Reaction #1 – If one is going to assemble “a panel comprised of individuals within the LGBT community who represent the gamete of opinions and political identities” why would one assemble a panel without one of the many transgender activists in the region…or a woman…or a person of color…or someone from Black Pride…or someone older or a representative from SAGE?

Reaction #2 – well tis another question really.

If a panel discussing the state of gay lacks representation beyond white gay men is that supposed to send a message?

Mayhap the author was being clever?

I mean, really…that has to be the answer.  In this day and age, with so many LGBT organizations addressing and/or being challenged for their lack of diversity and inclusion, who the fuck would assemble the panel that was assembled unless they were trying to send some sort of message.

Pause…consider…continue.

But, but wait…what if the message was that this is how the author sees “individuals within the LGBT community who represent the gamete of opinions and political identities”!

Mercy.

The reality is that many folks will read the article and not notice the lack of diversity in the panel...others will think that one can explore the state of gay merely by chatting up a Republican, a Tea Party member, an activist and a representative from HRC.

In a freakish way, the framing of the article is a statement on the state of gay.

My take away is not that we’ve got a lot of work to do…that would dismiss the incredible social justice and political work being done in our community by the very folks who were not on the panel – transgender activists, LGBT people of color, LGBT elders and advocates for LGBT elders and the fantabulous youth activists and grassroots political organizations like PROMO and I could go on and on.

No, my take away from the article is that the state of gay represented on the panel has a lot of work to do and that folks should feel uncomfortable even engaging in that kind of segregated discussion of the state of gay.

The article’s author states that people and groups seem to be more divided and disbanded…and seems to make the case that LGBT activism may be “playing checkers in a world where chess is the game.”

And so I learned that a game of checkers was played in a world where too many people think chess is the game.

I suppose it makes sense to point out that you can’t play either game worth shit with so many of the pieces missing.

Meanwhile, The Man prefers poker.

Blink. 

National Doughnut Day…

I watched the news today (brutal) and then read my email (some good stuff followed by multiple comment attempts by some rancid racist knaves with more time than common sense) and…well, I was left feeling that the world has gone to shit.

Absolute steaming shit on ice…yep, stankified shit.

But then I saw news about National Doughnut Day scroll past on the telly.

That’s right, chil’ren…today is National Doughnut Day!

No, that won’t fix the fubar in the Gulf…it won’t cure knavish trolls of their racism or cut off their internet access…and it won’t bring about peace in the Middle East.

But National Doughnut Day will give this bitch an excuse to eat a sometimes food…and that’s a good thing.

I’m going to get my eat on, damn it and savor the simple joy of deciding between a cake doughnut or a jelly filled one…

…and put thoughts of that giant sinkhole in Guatemala sucking all the assholes of the world into the bowels of Earth (sigh) aside for as long as it takes to inhale deep fried sugar coated dough.

Happy Friday!

Hockey anticipation and a quicker than quick look back at Game 3…

Gawd, what a week!!

Post-holiday weeks always wear this bitch out.

Anyhoo, I neglected to post about Game 3 in the NHL Stanley Cup Finals…my bad…but I did watch!

The Flyers beat the Hawks in overtime and it was a nail biter of a game – it had goals that were goals, a goal that was a goal but wasn’t called a goal until after play was allowed to continue for multiple minutes and an overtime goal that wasn’t a goal followed by one that was a goooooooal.

Lawd, have mercy.

The Hawks are still up 2 games to 1 in the series with Game 3 tonight in Philly.

I leave you to your hockey anticipatude with this link to a clip of Don Cherry acting a fool as he channels the Phantom of the Opera.

No, I’m not kidding.

Toodles!

By request – my thoughts on driving while black in Missouri…

Let’s jump in!

A bitch has received several emails requesting my thoughts on the recent report by Missouri’s Attorney General Chris Koster on what we like to call driving while black.

Now, I know that more than a few folks respond to people of color taking exception to being pulled over for being black and behind the wheel of a moving vehicle the same way they respond to people of color taking exception to being asked to produce proof of citizenship simply for being brown in a border state – they shoot back some bullshit about how we shouldn’t be upset if we didn’t do anything wrong and gleefully ignore the fact that we didn’t do anything fucking wrong in the first place…unless someone reactivated Jim Crow and my ass missed it.

Christ.

Yeah, I know that’s how some people feel…that it isn’t a big deal and if people of color didn’t commit crimes we wouldn’t be pulled over and blah followed by blah followed by another fucking blah.  This bitch knows that if all straight white men between the ages of 24 and 45 in a community, regardless of whether they have a criminal record or not, were pulled over and/or hauled in for questioning every time a child went missing or a serial killer was wanted those same folks would sing a different tune on profiling.

This shit is easy to dismiss when you’re not the one with a cop at your car window for no damn reason.

Anyhoo, Koster released the 10th annual report on vehicle stops…the report says that “if you are African-American you are 70 percent more likely to be pulled over than if you are Caucasian" and that "In the city of Ladue, you are 1,700 percent more likely to be pulled over than if you were Caucasian."

For non-locals, Ladue is an affluent St. Louis suburb and is known as a place where black folks get pulled over and asked if we are lost…trust a bitch, it’s happened to me more than once.

The Attorney General’s office examined 1.7 million stops by 642 law enforcement agencies in 2009.

Over the past 10 years the rate of black folk getting pulled over has increased in Missouri from 30 percent to 70 percent.

A bitch thought that shit was disturbing all on it’s own…but much of the media attention has focused on the Ladue stats ‘cause Ladue is Ladue.  Seems to me that Ladue is just doing what Missouri does with more dedication and consistency and we’d do well to not give the state a pass simply because one suburb is particularly rancid when it comes to harassing black drivers.

Even if you are comfortable with the idea of black residents in the state of Missouri having to add an extra 30 minutes to our drive time to allow for a potential incident of driving while black…your ass should be pissed.

Every time a Missourian is pulled over for driving while black and there wasn’t a crime or cause or reason…every time a police officer takes the time to run plates, write that shit up, call it in, walk to the car and ask if we are lost and then issue a verbal warning for some shit that never happened…every time that shit happens it wastes time, money and an opportunity to protect and serve.k.

I’m not even going to get into the civil rights violations or the precious privilege demonstrated by the Ladue police department when they defend these stats by saying drivers can always come into the police department offices and file a complaint…but I will point out that the former Ladue Police Chief is suing Ladue for allegedly firing him due to his refusal to racially profile black drivers.

The true tragedy is that there are people out there who have been conditioned by a media that only mentions race when the race isn’t white to think that black people…all of us…are guilty until proven innocent.

Just like there are misguided liberals who think that claiming that we are all a part of the human race is progressive and who feel that thinking of humans in terms of race is the problem.

But a bitch has personally been pulled over and I can tell you black trumps adhering to the laws a lot in Missouri and a hell of a lot in Ladue.

For the record, humans are a species not a lets-all-hold-hands-and-ignore-our-differences-so-I-can-tolerate-you race.

And post-racial is a delusion just like that “I don’t see color” claim someone is typing up right now to post in the comments.

Sigh.

This isn't complicated.

'Tis rather simple.

A bitch is a full-figured chocolate brown woman with an Afro and I sure as shit expect people to see that shit…

…what I don’t want or deserve, even though I've come to expect it, is to be pulled over and harassed for that shit.

Blink.

If he can come up with a way to stop the oil spewage before August…

…James Cameron may actually be the King of the World.

A bitch can only hope that the Feds have learned from BPs failure to plan and have a relief well ready for the overflow of red hot liquid smugness that will spew from Cameron’s mouth should he come up with the cure for fubar.

Fuck it.

It’ll be worth the risk that Cameron’s already monumental ego may explode like a volcano or expand to become earth’s second moon.

Pause...consider...continue.

And then he can battle it out for the title of King of the Known Universe with Kevin Kostner of the dances with machines that clean oil from water Kostners, who will likely reappear to save the day once the spewing stops.

Hooray for Hollywood!

Blink.

Oh, the agony of fubar and the limits of liability…

Okay, so now is appears that the massive oil spill that just keeps spilling will most likely not be shut off until August.  The best bet to actually stop the spewing is a relief well…they need to construct that motherfucker and that won’t be done until August.

Lawd, have mercy.

I can’t even look at the live video feed.

Anyhoo, now lawmakers in Congress are looking to lift the liability cap on companies like BP…that begs the question of why the fuck there is a liability cap to protect companies capable of producing disasters that redefine liability?

***cue crickets***

Rumor has it that the Justice Department is taking a look at environmental laws to see if BP can be held criminally liable…which begs the question – if we aren’t talking about tossing these assholes in jail why the fuck aren’t we talking about tossing at least one of these assholes in jail?

***bring those crickets back for an encore***

Sigh.

The sad reality is that financial liability, though beyond important given the scope of this disaster, won’t "punish" BP.

Not really.

BP is making mad cash even as I type and they will continue to make mad cash throughout the made-for-television-yet-not-really-expected-to-work public displays of trying something designed to distract the masses until that relief well is finished.

And even if we could toss some folks in jail for this shit, that wouldn’t do a damn thing to punish BP…hell, they probably already have some poor mid-level asshole marinated and prepped that they can toss under the bus if indictments are ever issued.

Sigh.

Mayhap Momma Nature could open up a massive sinkhole, like the one in Guatemala City that sucked in a building and is big enough to hide Lady Liberty, and just suck BP into the earth’s molten core?

What?

Shit, there’s a better chance of that shit happening than BP finding their corporate ass with both hands and a GPS navigation system.

Blink.

Reflecting on four days off…

A bitch had a refreshing four days off for the Memorial Day holiday weekend.

Gawd, I needed that!

I slept…and then slept some more…and then took a bunch of naps - clearly I needed to recharge my battery.

I got some paperwork done, which went a long way to relieving my stress.

A bitch also organized some seriously disorganized shit…again addressing a source of stress.

And then there was the quality dawg time…pet-based guilt has plagued a bitch but extra snuggle time with both beagles made up for that.

The lawn was mowed…laundry was done…and then more napping.

Sigh.

Yeah, I needed this extended rest-based staycation…big time!

Hell, it took me most of day one to figure out what to do with myself for the remaining three days off.

Blink.

Now, back to work!

Yes, a bitch is featured in the June 2010 issue of St. Louis Magazine!

Yep, that’s me.

The very fantabulous Stefene Russell wrote about this bitch for the June issue of St. Louis Magazine – ‘tis on the stands and St. Louisans can check it out, but the article isn’t online just yet.

They do have a podcast up about the June issue, though.

Minor correction to the podcast – a bitch was actually born in St. Paul Minnesota but I was certainly raised in St. Louis Missouri!

Anyhoo, I’ll post a link as soon as the article goes online.

Many thanks to Stefene Russell and all the folks at St. Louis Magazine for choosing to profile a bitch...

...and tons of thanks to a certain Matt Marcinkowski, photographer extraordinaire, who made this bitch look good and my Afro look even better!

Stanley Cup viewage – reflections on Game 1 between the Hawks and the Flyers…

Hockey is nothing if not unpredictable and Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals proved that shit…big time!

A bitch and C-Money settled down to watch the pre-game build-up on the NHL Channel and the anticipation was fantabulous.

Would it be a blow out?

Would anyone put on the foil?

Would nerves play a role?

Would the Flyers contain the Hawks top line?

Would Americans get a Don Cherry sighting?

Oh my!



I.


Love.


This.


Game!

A blow out?

No.

Both teams got their score on, much to this bitch’s surprise.  I would have expected Chicago to drop some whoop ass in a high scoring game, but the Flyers held their own right down to the final few minutes.  There were 11 goals total with the wining one giving the game to Chicago 6-5…but Philly played with ‘em and met their firepower with some of their own.

Did anyone put on the foil, coach?

Nope.  There weren’t any fights and that too was surprising, since ‘tis obvious some of the boys would rather look at a smear of shit on a wall than some of the dudes on the other team.  Darn those NHL rules!  Tussles, high sticks, one unfortunate boarding incident and some shoving aside…both teams left the foil in the locker room.

Nerves, however, did make an appearance.

A bitch suspects that both goalies had a case of the jitters.  Both shat the bed a bit in the game…but Leighton was the one who got pulled.  Most the of the post game analysis says that the score-fest wasn’t due to synchronized sieve-ation between the pipes…but trust that this bitch will be watching the minders of the net closely in Game 2!

Mercy.

All in all, it was a wild game…with goals coming from expected and un-expected places.  My take-away is that this is going to be a serious series…both teams are there to win…and we the hockey adoring masses are in for some damn good NHL viewage!

That should make up for the fact that a bitch was assaulted by several shots of an asshole Hawks fan in full this-is-what-white-people-think-Native-American-war-paint-looks-like gear complete with a headdress and…wait for it…a tomahawk.

Pause...roll eyes...continue.

Lawd, give me strength.

I can only hope that the NBC cameraperson will skip the public displays of cultural disrespect in the future.

I mean shit, next time cut to a crazy ass Don Cherry rant or something!

Blink.




Anyhoo...

Hawks 1 - Flyers 0 and onward to Game 2!

Dream a little dream of me…

Stars shining bright above you.
Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you,'
Birds singing in the sycamore tree.
Dream a little dream of me.

A bitch has a rare four days off from work!

Pause…consider…continue.

Okay, that’s not accurate…I have four days off from my nine to five gig, but my ass still has plenty of work to do.

Say nighty-night and kiss me.
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Shit, it still feels like a vacation to me!

I slept in a bit…made cheesy eggs and bacon (yum!)…and skipped the coffee ‘cause I intend to take a mid-day nap, damn it.

Aw, the joy of a four day stretch…a holiday weekend with dawgs, and a lawn to mow, and paperwork, and writing to do, and…shit!

Stop…cease…don’t do it, bitch!

Breath in relaxation…release stress and obligation.

Sigh.

Yeah, that’s the way.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss.

‘Tis a beautiful summer-esque spring day…and I don’t have to do a damn thing.

I'm longing to linger 'till dawn, dear,
Just saying this:

Maybe I’ll make some iced tea…oh, oh no…lemonade with tons of sugar and ice!

Sweet dreams 'till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

Yeah, that sounds like heaven…some iced out lemonade, a good book or documentary on the telly and dawgs sleeping at my feet.

Fantabulous!

But in your dreams, whatever they be.

Dream a little dream of me.

Toodles ‘til tomorrow….

British Petroleum and redefining fubar…

Shall we?

Lawd, have mercy.

There are fuck ups and then there is the current eco-disaster pumping out in the Gulf.  Everyone is frustrated…every day this shit gets worse and every day entire industries are being destroyed.  Watching this unfold is the very definition of agony and the eco-disaster itself is the very definition of fubar.

It just is…all indications are that it simply will be…an absolute hot mess of epic proportions.

I’ve noticed a recurring statement in the media coverage of BP’s attempts to stop the oil from pumping out – “this has never been tried in deep seas.”

Every time they propose and then attempt a fix...every time that fix doesn’t work…BP is forced to admit what no one wants to acknowledge – that companies are drilling offshore in deep sea conditions, that drilling carries with it the risk of spills and spills will happen, and no one has a proven technique to deal with those spills in deep water when they do happen.

The only question on the table is whether anyone will figure something out, who that person will be (and it sure as shit doesn’t look like BP’s gonna get a clue anytime soon) and how much oil will be in the region once that yet to be determined genius gets her or his genius on and delivers a fix.

Damn it all to hell.

As the masses come to terms with the reality that screaming “do something!” doesn’t make a this-will-fix-this-shit-so-we-can-start-cleaning-up-this-oil perfect something-based fix suddenly appear on the table, I’m left wondering if we’ll learn anything and knowing that the odds are against it.

BP is arrogant because they can be…they aren’t taking responsibility because they don’t have to…they lack a sense of urgency because they know that their proposals to fix this shit might not work and there aren’t consequences for that, other than our anger…and the worse thing about all that is that BP is a monster the lack of regulations created.

The federal government doesn’t have the answers because they don’t have to…they’ve been reformed to do just what they are doing – spin in circles while waiting for private business to solve problems.

This is small government, rampant free enterprise and lax regulations in practice…economic theory playing out in a real life scenario for all the world to see.

But hey, we’ve got a live web cam to capture all that fubar for the record!

Yay.

Christ.

Will we learn anything?

Will we apply the lessons we learn?

Will the oil ever stop pumping out so we can even think about lessons and changes and reform?

They drill baby…because they can.

And it spills, baby…because it will.

And even if the buck stopped somewhere we’d still be faced with that recurring statement ‘cause “this has never been tried in deep seas”, with the Gulf as testing ground and with a growing eco-disaster no one is responsible for.

Because they don’t have to be.

Fubar, redefined.

Blink.

Onward to the Stanley Cup Finals...

Okay, Game 5 of the Habs v Flyers series was exciting as hell.

True, no one took a puck to the face...lost 7 teeth...and still return to play in the game (Lawd, have mercy), but that goal by Richards was a thing of beauty!

Anyhoo, the fantastical play-off run of the Montreal Canadians came to an end...and a bitch must confess that I was sad to see its conclusion.  But the Habs have a lot to be proud of…they played with heart and truculent belligerence (wink).

Now onward to the Finals in the quest for Lord Stanley’s Cup!

It’s going to be the Hawks vs. Flyers and a bitch suspects both teams will be puttin’ on the foil, coach…

It's off to the Stanley Cup Finals for the Hawks...

A bitch caught Game 4 of the Hawks v Sharks Stanley Cup Playoff series yesterday afternoon.

I really thought the Sharks were going to make a go of it…but they ultimately fell short and the Chicago Blackhawks took out the broom and swept their series.

Daaaaamn!

It’s off to the Stanley Cup Finals for the Hawks!

Now we get to see if the Flyers will finish the Habs to join them.

A bitch would call that series for the Flyers…but if any team can pull a miracle run it’s the Habs.

Can’t wait, can’t wait...CAN’T WAIT!

Sigh.

Hockey bliss…