I remember seeing this about 5 years ago, but it is still DAMN funny today. And given the fact that if had never seen it before, then "it's NEW TO YOU!" So enjoy this perfect summer diddy, as you take out to the pickup lots in your 'hood and play the game America made great!*
*Until greasy Euros starting shooting, passing, and moving without the ball better than us while we just worked on our crossovers and dunks.
Wrote Milbank: "The use of planted questioners is a no-no at presidential news conferences, because it sends a message to the world -- Iran included -- that the American press isn't as free as advertised. But yesterday wasn't so much a news conference as it was a taping of a new daytime drama, "The Obama Show."
Wrote Joseph Curl of the Washington Times: "His opponents, the White House press corps, looked at times like the Washington Generals, known for their long-running losing streak against the invincible Harlem Globetrotters. The president put on a clinic of fancy dribbling just like Curly Neal, and even played Meadowlark Lemon to the Huffington Post's Nico Pitney, when he asked the Internet site "reporter" to lob up an alley-oop question so he could slam-dunk the answer."
Boom. Roasted.
And really, this isn't an anti-Obama entry today, it's a virulently anti-MEDIA entry. I mean, seriously, why is there so much "laughter" at issues of genuine importance by a class of media that is supposed to be highly skeptical and not easily impressed?
Don't answer that one. I already know.
I wonder if the press corp will tire of the president they helped carry across the finish line in November. I wonder if he will somehow betray them in a way that is deemed inexcusable. I wonder if even they, will get sick of his act.
In the meantime, I suppose it's enough for the masses to get their bread and circuses a great phrase that is summarized nicely here from the folks at Wikipedia.
This phrase originates in Satire X of the Roman poet Juvenal (c 200). In context, the Latin phrase panis et circenses (bread and circuses) is given as the only remaining cares of a Roman populace which has given up its birthright of political involvement. Here Juvenal displays his contempt for the declining heroism of his contemporary Romans.[1]:
… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses
Just got back from vacation in the OBX. Man, that place is one of God's most awesome creations. Please don't tell too many people. Some, okay.
Anyhow, here's some video and pics of my fishing trip with by Big Bro Jimbo! Bro is the best fisherman I've ever known, and my gawd does he LOVE IT!
He's been going off-shore for tuna/dolphin/marlin for years. I haven't been out there in like a decade, and he finally bugged me hard enough to get me to commit.
Plus, he paid for the whole charter himself, which means two things.
a. Lawyer bizness is good - still... b. He's a very generous brother....
So on board we climb the good ol' Point Runner out of Oregon Inlet at 5-dark-thirty in the morning.
It's a nice big boat, good seating inside, a place to lay down underneath. We've got a full 1 1/2 hour slug out to the fishing grounds, and start feeling uneasy about, oh, 20 minutes into an ALL-DAY trip!
I also didn't take any motion sickness pills before hand, because, well, I'm stupid. I thought that my daily horrific intake of junk food had given me an "iron stomach" that could withstand the constant bobbing on the deep sea.
Yeah, not so much.
I end up gently sipping a water when I felt my stomach was getting some "traction" on the open water, and it comes roaring back up in the ship's galley about 10 minutes later.
While I didn't claim an "at sea road win" on the ol' "Galley Maid" toilet with a duece, it was still an accomplishment.
The captain, "Danny", was a genial sort. Much more so than most boat captains. I spent a little bit of time chatting with him up top. Over the years, I've found that you can pretty much ask a captain anything you want, and he'll give you an answer.
They just aren't going to talk with you.
Which is fine. That's what I do for a living. They fish.
And fish they did. The video you see is of First Mate "Greg" hauling in my dolphin (Mahi Mahi). The only part of this exercise that I was needed for was about 5 minutes of reeling, and then posing for a picture.
Whoo hoo.
But my bro, he just eats it all up. I spent multiple sessions lying down inside, if for no other reason than to make 4 p.m. come faster. Jim was constantly on the back boat deck, scanning the sea with his eyes.
A true fisherman's fisherman.
Well, I think it's safe to say I've done my last tuna/marlin trip on deep water. I still like fishing, but would rather keep it closer to shore, where you can actually see the coastline faintly in the distance, and the waves aren't turning your gut into an amusement park.
Once I got home, I used the classic Family Guy line on my wife: "Hey, (Lois), I just got back from a day of sitting around drinking beer, fishing, farting on a boat with the guys.... How 'bout a little 'me' time?"
