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I’ve been watching this Imus thing quitely from a distance. Don Imus got fired from MSNBC yesterday. And now I just heard that he was fired from his radio show about an hour ago. For those of you who have been living under a rock, Imus called the Rutger’s women’s basketball team a bunch of “nappy headed hos”. Not exactly the nicest thing to say to someone. Don Imus is a jackass. A COLOSSUL jackass. And made an idiotic comment as only a colossul jackass would. But he absoloutley has the right to be a jackass and make idiotic comments. What the hell happened to freedom of speech?


I have been thinking about all this since it came out last week. About how screwed up this situation is on so many levels. The freedom of speech thing is huge. It seems to me that freedom of speech is only ok for certain people. Mainly minorities. And before you start spitting fire my way for stating that, let me inform you that I myself am a minority (my family and origins start in Costa Rica). There is a clear double standard. I can easily see this. Imus says “nappy headed hos” on the radio. It was a mean thing to say. But I can tune in to a local hip-hop radio station and hear all that and then some. Yet nobody brings that up. Does that make sense to anyone? Explain that to me. The only way I can figure it is that Imus being a white guy (cracker, honkey, etc.) is forbidden from saying anything that can hurt the feelings of minorities. On the other hand if you are in the minority, it’s perfectly ok to say those words. Minorities can also use terms like “white trash” without fear of scrutiny.

An African-American can say “nigger”. A gay person can say “fag”. A hispanic person can say “vato”. A white person can say “I’m sorry”.

I love Chris Rock! Extremely funny guy. Love his stand up. Nothing he says offends me. Same for George Lopez. Another great comedian. Besides both being hillarious individuals, what do they have in common? I can think of 2 things. First, they both have some great white people jokes. Second they both make great jokes about their own races. Can you name a white comedian that does that today? Namely, making jokes about other races? The only one that comes to mind is Sarah Silverman. But she being a woman, is also considered a minority. And you can’t tell me Don Rickles or anyone else that is over 100 years old. I’m talking about this day and age. I see a double standard there.

Bottom line is that I feel we as a society have become extremely too sensitive. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Remember that? Words are only as powerful as we make them. And we are making them way too powerful I would love for us to live in a world where people took the high road every opportunity and refrained from using offensive racial slurs. Where everyone was considerate and polite before anything else. But that isn’t the world we live in. Maybe Mars, but not here.

For the record, I didn’t know anything about Rutger’s woman’s basketball until now. I’ve seen a couple of the basketball players in interviews on TV. They come across to me as well educated, articulate ladies. Not worthy of being called a “nappy headed ho” at all. So why did they get so offended? I’ve been called things that I wasn’t. And that didn’t phase me a bit namely because it wasn’t true. What they should have been offended by was when Rutger’s coach C. Vivian Stringer and player Essence Carson were being interviewed on the Today show by Meredith Viera, they kept putting up highlights of the Tennessee-Rutgers game. And each and every one of thos highlights showed Rutgers getting schooled by Tennesee. Insult to injury, baby.

By the way, did anyone even care about the Women’s NCAA basketball tournament? This Imus thing right now has given more media coverage to this “basketball” tournament than it has ever had. Maybe they should thank Imus? :)

Too bad for Imus that there wasn’t more going on in the news when he stuck his foot in his mouth. A slow news day could have pushed this story away from the front page. He might have survived to slur another day. Like he practically did here.


I don’t think he should have gotten fired. Maybe had his head examed, but that’s about it. And looking at Imus, his hair looks kind of nappy to me. The irony…

-Dave Q.

This weekend my little sister went to a rodeo in Houston.  She lives in San Diego.  She flew into Houston for a rodeo.  AWhoa.  Nice hair, Sandy. friggin’ rodeo!!  I don’t even go to the rodeo when they have it here!  My brother-in-law is a cowboy.  No joke.  Well, it’s more of a side job now I guess because he is also a Medic in Iraq.  But the influence he has had on my sister is unbelieveable!  She is now all about country.  I remember when she used to like Depeche Mode and The Cure.  No, wait.  That’s the other sister.  This one used to like Olivia Newton-John. 

I know people have different tastes.  But what is the big appeal about the rodeo?  I went once and all I can remember is that it smelled bad.  Shania Twain was there and she did help distract me.  But let’s face it, she’s not going to be there every time.

Anyway, my parents met up with my sister in Houston to give her a laptop I had for her.  She is in grad school and needs it to do whatever it is grad students do.  I hope she gets some good use out of it, ends up getting her masters, which will lead to a PhD, which will lead to lots of money, which will lead to really cool gifts on my birthday. 

I just pray it doesn’t lead to her doing some online shopping for saddles and rocky roads.  Or rocky mountains.  Or whatever they call those cowgirl jeans. 

-Dave Q.

So this ad came out depicting Hillary as some kind of “Big Brother”. It is WAY too early for mud-slinging. It’s not even 2008 yet. But here we go already.


So the ad itself is kind of creepy. And I’m not talking about those human drones. I’m talking about Hillary. She gives me chills. The bad kind.

So if voting “different” means not voting for Hillary Clinton, then I guess I’m voting different. I just hope there are still some candidates out there that haven’t thrown their hats in the ring. Because as of right now, I’m voting different. As in I’ll be voting for my co-worker’s Big Mac. And his fries for VP. That’s different.

Dude didn’t even offer to pick up anything for me. Bastard.

-Dave Q.

There is a pond in San Francisco (leave it to the hippies) that is the home of man-eating frogs. No joke! Environmentalists aren’t sure how the African clawed frogs got there, but they are apparently eating turtles, fish, and small children! Well, maybe not small children…. yet!

Man Eating Frog!  Ahhhhhhhh!!!!

The frogs can grow up to 5 inches in length. Park officials have caught and destroyed over 2000 of them in recent years, but they keep coming back. They are now wanting to drain the pond and terminate them once and for all.

The latest news has them going cannibalistic. So basically after they eat everything in sight, they turn on each other! I say let them eat each other. That would solve the problem until you have one left. Granted, it will be a huge mutated man-eating frog by then. Then what do you do? Send in Arnold the Governator! Can you see it now? Ah-nuld vs. the giant mutant frog to save San Francisco?!!? That spells BLOCKBUSTER on the silver screen! I’ll get started on the script…

-Dave Q.

Just a quick note. All weekend people kept bringing up Britney Spears and her shaved head. Here is a quick equation for everyone: Britney Spears + Shaved Head = Attention Whore.

Maybe it’s just me, but when I look at this picture of Uncle Fester, the first thought that pops in my head is “9 ball.  Corner pocket.”

-Dave Q.

This is ridiculous. So how many dudes are claiming to be the father of Anna Nicole Smith’s baby? Four? Five maybe? The fact that so many can put in this claim speaks volumes of the kind of “lady” Anna Nicole Smith, or should I say Vickie Hogan (her real name), was.

And then all these guys claiming to be the daddy. Do they really care about this kid? Or do they see $$$ signs if they are given custody? As harsh as it is, this kid is essentially a $500 million lottery ticket, and these guys know it. Depending on the outcome of an ongoing court battle, Anna Nicole Smith could have inherited a fortune. So if in the end the courts rule she gets the money, then it would go to her children. And since her 20 year old son died last year (you guessed it, drugs), the 5 month old little girl gets the cash. Wow.

So the father could be her lawyer, her former photographer, freakin’ Zsa-Zsa Gabor’s husband, or her dead ex-husband’s. No joke on the last guy! And he’s been dead over a decade! At this point I’m not ruling out that it could be Jason Roller’s.

I don’t feel bad for Anna Nicole Smith. Or for anyone that is blessed with good fortune and financial freedom and throw it all away because they liked drugs so much. The lady wasn’t all there, probably because her brain was fried. And at the end she had the IQ of a peanut butter cup.

I do feel bad for the baby, though. I hope whoever the real daddy is will step up and truly take care of the kid. Assuming they find the real dad. With all the possibilities, it could take years. Ahhhh, Anna Nicole… what a lady.

-Dave Q.

A NASA astronaut drives from Houston to Orlando with a car full of weapons to confront her rival in the romantic pursuit for another astronaut. And she wears adult diapers the entire 900 miles so she doesn’t have to stop. Wow. You can’t make this stuff up!

Now she is facing all kinds of charges. Attempted murder, attempted kidnapping, attempted vehicle burglary with battery, destruction of evidence, etc. She also had a trench coat and wig. Weird.

I think the moral of this story is pretty clear: Don’t ever date anyone you work with. You never know who is nuts.

-Dave Q.

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