I’m not going to pretend to be interested in all this “Ferguson” stuff that the media is obsessed with. Part of me thinks the media is hoping for something along the scale of a Watts Race Riot, just to fill up an otherwise boring news cycle. The only Ferguson which has ever interested me is this one:
First off let me make this statement plain and simple before one reads any further. This is not a hit piece, nor an effort to take swipes at Tony Robbins or worse, some feeble attempt at click-baiting.
I have been a true fan since he first hit the motivational stage decades ago. However, just as I am what many would call an Apple™ “fan-boy” (which I am) it doesn’t stop me from pointing out issues where I see a compelling reason to do so.
As I’ve stated before, I mean it in a manner the same way one would criticize a family member when they are either doing something that doesn’t make sense, or something other. Nothing more, nothing less. (more…)
I saw this on the front page of the esteemed Palo Alto Daily Post this morning:
Well, the goofy Bay Area I live in has become even goofier. Cultural saturation in this everyone-deserves-to-be-a-billionaire loony bin has found its way even to children’s books. In this guide to the alphabet, the letter “I”, for example, is used for the all-important words “investing” and “Internet” (and, in a nod to reptile-loving neckbeards, “Iguana”). Sigh.
My feelings about celebrity culture are identical to those of the late George Carlin, esteemed patron saint of the Slope of Hope: he couldn’t stand it. As I was thumbing through the Palo Alto Daily Post this morning, there was a headline – “Kardashian mom files for divorce.”
The “mom” is that cow-like woman Kris Jenner who, after her own failed marriage to a sleazy lawyer that managed to get OJ to walk after a double-murder rap, married a man who, in the 1970s, was a big hero (Bruce Jenner) who had a failed marriage of his own. Now these two misfits have a 2nd wrecked marriage to add to each of their scorecards.
What made me heave is when I read the names of the various and sundry spawn from their marriages: Kourtney, Kim, Khloé, Kendall, and Kylie. When George ranted about his dislike of “couples whose children’s names all start with the same initial”, I didn’t quite know what he meant…until now. The entire topic is a big load of Krap.