Do you remember the time? Conjuring up images of O.J. Simpson today come easy and always, at least for me, has beautiful, almost God like, mythological and legendary Greek music accompanying his grace. A magnificence we were all truly blessed to witness. Fondly, I think back to speed and moves never before seen in entertainment and yearn for the carefree days of O.J’s youth. Please. I beg of you. This is what we should focus on:
[O.J. is an] American collegiate and professional gridiron football player who was a premier running back known for his speed and elusiveness. …
Simpson, who was often called “Juice” because of his energetic runs and because his initials could stand for “orange juice.”
He’s the “Juice.” O.J. Simpson will always be known as the “Juice.”
O.J. has now retired to a small efficiency unbecoming of a king and legend. What’s important for all of us to remember is the glow he filled all of our hearts with. Of equal value — we should praise O.J. at this moment in time, you know, while he’s living. Why can’t there be more tributes to the truly great soles of the world while they walk the earth?
“I really don’t want to discuss the negatives” about O.J. Simpson, said a childhood friend of someone else having nothing to do with O.J. I’ll take the high road too and here’s why:
O.J. was not guilty. That’s the truth and the law. Yet sometimes, the law makes mistakes. Which explains his second trial. Furthermore, by taking the “high road,” I mean high roads with some unnecessary pit stops.
Personally, I’m tired of being drenched with the verbal sewage spewing from all these naysayers and immoral people on MSM. O.J.’s entire family stood by his side and that’s good enough for me. Think about Sydney. Think about Justin.
Those who pilfer in spreading these disgusting, untrue, and vicious lies about O.J. should be dunked headfirst by the ankles into the river Styx.
O.J. was a “good boy.” Every mother who has and cares for her son understands this. Love. That first feeling of love you have when you embrace a newborn — that’s O.J.! That’s how we should remember him — with the love and adoration God shines down upon each one of His miracles. Even ones not quite dead yet. Love is all you need.
UPDATE: Moe Lane of Red Planet (shocker) has a knee jerk reaction. Not an update: Moe Lane is a fucking jerkoff.
Tonight we explore conflation and hyperventilation on Twitter. I dare not explain satire, because everyone has a perfect working knowledge of it. Do you have a green Iranian protest supporter visor? What have you done with it? Twitter has an odd effect on the id, ego, and superfriggging big ego. When it comes to Twitter, the tweeps who want heat need “followers.” Why? It’s sweet. How can you really help Iran? What can you do? Maybe bash The President during this show of solidarity? Hmmmmmmmmm?
I’m taking some heat for the tweet beat by your feet. Sweet. I’ll try to sum that up for you. In response to sekanblogger , I wrote:
It’s no secret that I like to get to know people — and not just the outside stuff of their lives. I like to try to understand the meaning of who people are and what they’re saying to me. — Fred Rogers, The World According To Mr. Rogers, page 135 (2004)
By way of great jury indictment, Cyberspace, in and for the tubular universe, does hereby charge the defendant, Guy Cimbalo and “Obama’s Hope-N-Changey Fans,” with the crime of rape and/or having rape fantasies against 10 conservative women to wit: Guy Cimbalo wrote an article for Playboy and “Obama’s Hope-N-Changey Fans” acted as co-conspirators by association as gang-banging rapists. With Klan hoods.
Amicus Brief filed on behalf of Plaintiff: Media Lizzy
Amicus Brief filed on behalf of Defendants: The Frisky
Standard Cyber-Jury Instruction: Please do not form any fixed or definite opinions about the outcome of the case until you have seen all of the evidence and heard argument of defense counsel. Just as in the physical world, I’m certain no one has done that yet. Thank you. Please leave your juror pins in the toilet bowl and remember where you were seated tomorrow night when we resume for closing argument and an unexpected result. Just like on T.V. Right Jake? Right Elwood?
When Adam Lambert lost American Idol last night, I couldn’t help but think of John and this famous 1972 performance on The Dick Cavett Show. Before singing what is still today considered a controversial tune, Lennon explains what he meant when he wrote that song — women are still better than the gays.
I had a conversation with someone on “Unusable Signal” who did not see a parallel (without respect to Idol) between Jim Crow and the treatment of homosexuals today. Of course I agreed with him. The very definition of Jim Crow must encompass separate drinking fountains and the like. Short of that, the analogy holds no water and I cannot think of one recent example of basic rights being denied to gays.
I am certain a statistically significant number of people did not vote for Adam because of his sexual orientation causing him to lose. Local Fox coverage after the show did not mention this issue once. Not a word? The lack of discussion evinces fear of the real discussion.
“I don’t feel the need to go, actually,” Harrison told Pittsburgh station WTAE-TV. “I don’t feel like it’s that big a deal to me.”
Harrison is known for being an individualist whose on-field sullenness sometimes extends off the field as well.
Harrison, a backup at the time, and quarterback Tommy Maddox were among a handful of players who skipped the traditional White House visit by the Super Bowl champions in 2006. Maddox apparently was unhappy at being released after the season ended, although several other players who also weren’t with the Steelers any longer attended.
Former Steelers linebacker Joey Porter created a stir before that White House visit by saying he intended to tell Bush he didn’t like how the country was being run. Porter chose not to make those comments, but he wore dark sunglasses throughout the ceremony.
After Harrison’s big pay day, he was free to speak his “mind.” Despite whatever consistencies you might see in his actions from president to president, rumors have surfaced he intends to join The Whig Party. I mean, it could be argued this is a brilliant P.R. move to rid the country of the horrific two-party system. It’s a Cube rumor exclusive.
Everything was going far too reasonably well to my grave disappointment. I clicked on Pat’s head located prominently on my desktop so as to hastily take me to righteousness. I had been derelict in my duties and did not check Pat’s blog at the beginning of my day. I mean, I want to be right. Don’t you?
First post: Total puff piece. It can be summed up as follows: Barack is great, but the rest of the Democrats are the spawn of Satan. Especially that bitch Pelosi. So far, so good.
Second post: “Jim Crow Liberalism.” This article is about Whitey swinging from a tree. Ok. I’m with ya’ Patrick.
I have to tell you, whenever the score fromRequiem For A Dreambegins to play, I immediately think of sawing off my arm and watching a big, black, dildo being shoved into Jennifer Connelly’s ass in the name of smack. Oh, and electro-shock therapy. Contrary to what you might think, I only really enjoy the visions conjured up from that serene film. But seriously, if you haven’t seen Requiem, you wouldn’t understand why I curl into the fetal position, take a shower, and scrub myself all bloody-like. Basically, we’re gonna die.
Of course I know the New World Order is here. Duh. But, what I didn’t know was that Mika Brzezinski’s father was in on the plot to “manipulate” the planet and rule the world. Because of Patrick J. Buchanan, that shit stops right here y’all.
You can view the evidence of Morning Joe moles at the 9:10 mark of the Emergency Action Message. Oh, Holocaust pleasantries can be found at 7:45. It’s a hoot.
I have only one suggestion for Mr. Buchanan who “rightly” believes in the total domination of the world by a few money whores: Yakety Sax works much better when you accuse your host’s father of causing the destruction of the free world as we know it. I think it was Hitler who said it best: “Laughter is the best medicine.”
That, and the real N.W.O. is after the jump Buchanan…
Just got off with Gladstone! Saturday night will be excellent. Scroll down to Unusable Signal to check it out. If you love Cracked.com, or all things funny as shit, you will be stoked. He’s a riot. Whatever ales you, feel around.
I was a young teenager. Somehow I convinced Dad to purchase a modem I had seen in Wargames as some mechanism to further my education. He had no idea I was planning on either hacking into the NSA or finding a few pixels of the digitalized female anatomy.
“What the Hell do you need that for?” Dad grunted. The salesman seemed to mysteriously become aroused with the normal reaction I had to something I wanted — opening my mouth and rambling incessantly.
Looking back on it, I suppose caressing that black box of beauty might not have been the best signal to salesman. Me and my mouth. Now I understand that look he shot at me. He still does that. But, I love him.
Peggy Says:
June 9, 2009 at 2:37 am | Reply edit
A social conservative and economic liberal is a guy who spends tons of money for decorations, booze and food for a bachelor party but won’t hire a stripper.
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What a game. Don't care who you're rooting for (actually, suicide is an option for Spurs fan). 1 hour ago
@FSUSteve blaspheme! And, possibly the nam of this black hooker I had once. 1 hour ago
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