What color are the trees in my world

Today I read a op-ed in the LA Times about some looser in prison on the wonderful three strikes law that we have in Califonia and damn if I didn't feel one bit of simpathy for him. This has always been one area where I differ from some of my left leaning friends. I have no patients for criminals at all. Some how the dimwit that wrote the article Michael Sokolove felt that we would somehow feel sorry for the crackhead looser by telling the sob story of how the guy was passed over for a chance at playing professional baseball when people like his classmate Darryl Strawberry, coincidently another crackhead looser, and several other got their shot. So instead of going on with his life, he made the choice to be a junkie burgler, aparently not a very good one since he was caught three times.

I hate the argument that because people like this guy are non-violent offenders that they should be given a break, so I guess we wait till they kill someone then decide they're bad seeds? I don't buy it. Last year some duechbag broke into my Jeep and stole some CD's and other crap all of it replaceable but still it was my stuff I paid for it with money I earned now some shitbag gets to use my stuff for free? Criminal is criminal if you don't show them there is a consiquence for their action there's no reason to believe they will stop. Yes I'm willing to admit that some people can reform but that's not the norm and besides if you get caught committing a felony three times you're just a looser and do not deserve anymore breaks.

Releasing non-violent prisoners is not the solution to prison overcrowding, building more prisons is the answer, think about it building more prisons means more jobs good for the economy and makes more room for the next dickweed that steels a piece of pizza thinking that violating someone because the are hungry and too lazy, stupid, whatever to get a real job like the rest of us.

I'm worried that people are forgetting what loosers criminals are. A few years ago they passed a law that would give drug addicts the option to go to treatment rather than jail. What a moronic idea. Let's get one thing perfectly clear about drug users, they made the choice to take drugs, no one else made them do it, they started because they wanted to and they will continue till the want to stop. Giving them the option to go to treatment when they are not really interested in stopping is just a waste of tax money, and personally if I have to spead money on loosers I prefer they rot in jail not pretend to clean up so they can get out and just pick up where they left off.

I've spent my life getting into plenty of trouble but always wise enough to never comitt a felony, and really try to do things that have no reprocussions on anyone but me. Most of the rest of the population can stay out of trouble so why should we worry or care about those that can't.

maybe it's just me.

I can't stand professional sports, there is no other group of overpaid babies in the world. So while watching the olympics this past weekend I loved watching the US Mens basketball team get their asses handed to them by Puerto Rico. The NBA babies tried every showboat move they could think of and got shut down by what was supposed to be an easily beaten team. Why one reason, teamwork something professional athletes know nothing about, especially basketball players, nothing but a bunch of uneducated prima donnas.

For some unknown reason most people today worship professional athletes, who in reality could give two shits about their fans, infact I would say that Repulicans are the only breed that hate their followers more.

It starts in school where they are allowed to slide by because they are need to hold up some misguided tradition of winning for the school, meanwhile some of these dipshits are going to flame out before even getting to college and end up working in a gas station. The rest of the non athletes get substandard books and materials because the money is going to the athletic program which to my knowledge has never produced a single great mind. When I was in high school the "jocks" were treated like royalty. Which did nothing to prepare them for the real world after graduation. By midyear of the following school year one former classmate failed out of Westpoint, another out of UCLA and several others faded to obscurity not knowing that while their abilities were exceptional by our schools standards they were quite ordinary in the bigger pond.

Did I enjoy them flaming out? Damn right I did. They got what they deserved. Being good at football or basketball doesn't mean they had to be assholes to everyone else, there were infact a few that weren't but those are exceptions. Am I jealous? No, I was six two in high school and was okay at a couple of sports, but had no interest in participating.

What really upset me was when it came time to decide who gets the money to go to college, there were a minority of deserving academic students but not all of them, and just about all the jocks. I know that's how it works the colleges want to recruit someone that will take them to some championship game, but it doesn't make it right. Especially when the basketball stars spend maybe a year or two in college and then drop out to join the NBA. Nothing like getting millions of dollars to be a quitter. They can't spell millionaire but they are one.

So when reality hits, no matter how small the dose, such as the game this past weekend it gives me hope that karma does pop up now and then.

Maybe it's just me.

Now that the 80's are nearly all 20 years old it's time to look back and reflect. Thanks VH1 I do love the 80's! But watching these types of shows I've discovered that everyone's abandoning the music,and tv that are no longer fashionable.

The best example of this would be Huey Lewis and the News Sports album suddenly everyone's like, "man that was the lamest album can you believe that anyone listened to it?" Aparently most people aren't cursed with the memory that I have, because I can't think of anyone I ever met that didn't own that album. It wouldn't be so bad if they just admitted they loved it overplayed it and got sick of it, that's more than likely the trueth. Heart of Rock and Roll was number one for like three months. But this being America they all just swore they always hated it. I really still like that album as well as the follow up Fore, but then again it's hip to be square. Wish you could hit me right now don't you?

But what I really enjoy are the people that are just embarrassed about liking something from the 80's, Knight Rider for instance. Now I will admit that I watched the show when it came on but but really only liked the car, I always had a soft spot for Pontiacs one of these days I'll have to tell the story about finally getting my dream car and promptly running it into a trailer at 80 miles an hour it's a hoot, but by the second season the show was just unwatchable. Yet it ran for a few more years and was quite successful, which means at least five million or more of you were watching it. Yet now everyone laughs the show off and disavows any knowledge of ever watching it, I don't think so.

I proudly admit to watching Dukes of Hazzard everydamn Friday night, even the Coy and Vance years. Why? Because the car, as silly as the show was they had some of the best car chases, jumps, and crashes ever done on television. I stopped watching the last season when they started using minatures. CHiPs? Never missed an episode till the last season, lame show, in a fun way but hands down the best car crashes week for week of any show ever made. Is there anyone else out there brave enough to admit the same?

Then the flip side of that would be the unquestionably lameness of the 80's that everyone seems to recall fondly. Let's get something straight Transformers was lame, it was always lame and if you thought it was cool then or especially now please have your head examined. There is no excuse for liking lame animation. Filmation set the artform back decades with crap like that and He-Man.

Maybe it's just me.

We live in a small condo that I really believe started out life to be apartments but someone figured they'd get more money selling them, but that's another gripe. Well because they are small most owners rent the units out as another source of income, as in the people that own ours. The unit above us is no exception, but it does have one imortant difference. Our unit has a management company that acts as a go between and advocate for both us the renters and the owners, one important service they provider is scrutinizing potential occupants, although that does make it a mystery why they chose us over the other eleven people that were interested when we first got the place, again another story. The lady that owns the unit above ours simply rents the unit out to whom ever comes up with the money first. In the six years that we have lived there it has been occupied by three different groups.

The first was a nice quiet couple that only rarely complained about my subwoofer rattling the plaster off the walls, we had little contact with them which is fine with me given my hatred of all man kind. But they moved after they had a kid. Probably had to move into their car to pay for the little parasitic money sucking poop machine.

Next was three twenty-somethings that other than being up twentyfour hours were really no bother at all, infact I don't think I ever spoke a word to any of them, they moved when the girl, the responsible one moved away to go to college.

Then came our current problem. A woman her looser boyfriend and her kid. Not that they weren't entertaining. The two adults would scream at eachother until they would just get tired of yelling and just beat the crap out of eachother. Now I don't condone abuse, unless of course it's a fair fight, or in this case the boyfriend always starts the fight and always looses. One night she tossed him through the slider which is quite impressive considering she's maybe 5'1" and he was nearly six feet tall. They would constantly fight about the fact that he was so worthless he couldn't even hold the simplest of jobs. For a time I tried going to the gym in the morning and I found that he would "leave" for work, which consisted of walking down the street and hiding behind a wall watching to see when she left and then going back home. I believe he is single now so ladies if you're interested. She managed to throw him out twice and then fall for the usual appology, "I'm sorry baby, it'll never happen again. I'll get a job." Anyone dumb enough to fall for this over and over knows the story.

Well he disapeared a couple of months ago and was replaced by a road hard and put away wet woman and her whiny little bitch of a son. They are nowhere near as fun, she easily out weighs me but still has the balls to wear a bikini. And let me tell you nothing makes you loose your appite more than a big dippled fat ass sitting less than five feet away at eye level on the stairs. No wonder I've been able to loose weight since she moved in. Reminds me of the line in Tootsie that goes something like, "Can you pull back to make her look better?" To which the camera man replies "How's Cleveland sound?"

So now I'm affraid to will them to move because what's next? I'm sure a terrorst cell might be quieter, but there's that chance of them blowing the building up and I just can't afford to replace all the DVD's I have now.

Maybe it's just me.

Yesterday I read an article on CNN's website about fat people whining for acceptance. One of my favorite sayings Denial isn't just a river in Egypt came to mind as I read it. Look I'm 6'2" and weigh in around 255 pounds you know what? That's too big and I know it and are taking lazy steps twords chaning it.

What I can't believe are these Orca fat people claiming that there is nothing wrong with their size. Sure if you don't mind smelling like ass all the time, of course maybe they're like smokers and can't detect the odor. Several years ago a popular gym was using the slogan, "When the aliens land who do you think they're going to eat first?" Now that's funny! If you don't find it funny then your a fat ass that probably should join that gym and then join the rest of us that enjoy a great joke at someone else's expense. Well some fat acceptance group threatened to sue so the signs came down. These sweaty smelly morons can threaten to sue all they want that's not going to make them anymore attractive to normal people. Yes I said normal people, because other than the microscopic group that are fat for medical reasons that really do need help and compassion over 97% of people are just fat because they can't put the fork down, or they just eat nothing but crap. That was my problem. And get this I cut back on the crap and you know what, the weight started to drop, who would have thought.

But the scary part is that some of these people are in such denial that they are now against surgery that can help, comparing stomach resizing to a lobotomy, which they could probably use. Both by the way I know what you're thinking.

For some reason the fatties have somehow gained some sort of misplaced selfconfidence lately. I was in Target a few months ago and there was this 5'5" 300 pound porker wearing a half top with her huge gut hanging out, but that wasn't good enough she had to draw attention to the gut by having a huge tatoo surrounding the gaping whole that is her belly button. I'll spare you the discription of the bicycle shorts stretched to copassity. Plus now that these awful lowrise jeans have become all the rage you've got these young porkers running around with a life preserver hanging over their waist lines, but I guess there's a excuse for that because teenage males will nail anything with a heart beat no matter what they look like.

I don't know maybe it's just me.