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by Thomas Keister

I know it's trendy for some groups to hate on video games, maybe even fashionable. I am not one of those people, but even I had to comment on the story out of Kennesaw, Georgia, where a 56-year-old babysitter was arrested on child cruelty charges after leaving the one-year-old she was watching in her van while she ran into a gas station.

Yeah, I know the windows were cracked an inch, and yeah, I can only imagine this worthless sack of trash trying the whole "I was only gonna be in there for a minute" bullshit, but not this time. Nope, the woman in question was busted after leaving the kid in the van to play video games.

This woman left a kid in a hot van (I'm not a meteorologist, but fuck, it's MAY in GEORGIA...I doubt there was a frost warning) to play video games. She left a kid in a hot van to play video games in a fucking gas station. What the fuck gas station still has a video game in it? What the hell, bitch, were you having a flashback to 1989-1990 or something? Were you hoping to cougar your way into something interesting by way of your high score on Mortal Kombat? Unfuckingreal.

If only I were in charge of the justice system. If only. I would give the woman ten bucks in quarters, sit her in front of a claw machine, and tell her she has that ten bucks to try and grab a hold of the not guilty verdict. Tell me the ratings on TruTV would not climb a few points watching idiots sweating the pursuit of freedom one quarter at a time.

 
 
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by Thomas Keister

Oh. My. Fucking. God. Or Buddha, as it were. The National Institutes of Health is launching a two-year study to try and determine why drug-abusing prostitutes and drug-abusing transgender prostitutes are at a greater risk for contracting HIV. Like I said, OMFGOB.

"Substance Use and HIV Risk among Thai Women" will interview 36 female prostitutes and 24 transgender prostitutes and cost $178,000. This is government math, pure and simple. My way of figuring, $100 an hour, times 60 hookers, equals $6,000, or a Friday evening at Eliot Spitzer's house. You pay some NIH flunky $25 a head to interview them, that's another $1500, and then regular salary to format and complete the report. Probably come in at around $10,000. Sounds like somebody is getting paid high dollar out of OUR pockets to get a massive freak on. I can have a blast at a strip club with a $100 bill. $178,000 is a hell of a tab in the grimy ass alleys of Thailand.

To square off the toe of the boot to the groin this whole project is to the taxpayers, the project was launched on April 15- Tax Day. Perfect.

By now, if you follow politics with any regularity, this hardly surprises you. Then again, by this point in history, even a Senator looking for a rough trick in an airport bathroom didn't immediately break the front page. The fact that government waste groups are hitting the roof fails to budge the shock meter needle, but some of the NIH's other heavy-petting projects start approaching the borders.

How's about $400 large to study why gay men in Buenos Aires have risky sex when drunk? How's about because they are just the same as all the straight people who have risky sex when they are drunk - BECAUSE THEY ARE FREAKIN DRUNK! I'll be expecting that check for $400,000 from the National Institutes of Health for solving their damn problem for them, either that or a study to figure out why I haven't been given any money from the U.S. government to answer ridiculously fucking easy questions for them. May not be change I can believe in, but I'll take change I can bank on.

Think that's bad? Hmph. That's what you get for thinking. The coup de grace, the top shelf in absolute bullshit sex crusades on behalf of the NIH has to be the  $2.6 million study dedicated to teaching prostitutes in China to drink less while having sex on the job. $2.6 million to teach Chinese hookers to drink less while working. What in the name of holy damn is wrong with you people. You aren't so much interested in getting these people out of the sex trade, but you'll at least try and sober them up a bit? Don't spend $2.6 million on that, just buy them all a McDonald's cafe coffee so they can pronounce a handjob with a silly little French flair. That'll get the taste of sucking dick for a living out of their mouths better than a shot of Wild Turkey, but then again, I guess the people behind this study already know that, since they apparently have a point for doing this in the first place.

So remember everybody, next time you pick up a hooker for an quick and angry grinder session, don't worry about the risk of getting busted, or getting HIV, or even winding up in some asinine sex scandal. Worry instead about becoming a statistic in a government sex study. No sense in paying twice just to get fucked once.


 
 
by ppdingles

Every once in a while somebody gets bored and creates something that contributes nothing to society. This is one of those times.


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Take on the role of one of four girls as she tries to juggle boyfriends, career, and best friends forever while encountering drama at every turn. Should she spend time at work trying to earn a promotion? Hang out with friends to build a closer friendship? Or go out on the town with that special guy in hopes of finding the love of her life? It's all up to you. With all of life's twists and turns, you never know what's going to happen next in Drama Queens!




Yep, nothing like being 12 years old and not having enough drama in your oh so complicated life of homework and catching reruns of Hanna Montana. Along comes this gem of a game that lets you experience what it's like being a 17 year old whore in a digital world. Games like this are on Nintendo DS because the Xbox 360 and Playstation 3 won't even touch this shit. Enjoy.
 
 

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by Thomas Keister

When I first read of the latest efforts by anti-drug campaign Above the Influence to try and sell America on a marijuana-free lifestyle, I was reminded of the classic Lloyd Bridges moment from Airplane!, in which his character laments that it may have been the wrong week to stop smoking.

The funny part is, I actually did stop smoking this week. Had a hypnotherapy session this last Monday, and I have yet to smoke a cigarette since. I'm not going to say I haven't craved one once or twice, but all in all, I'm doing okay. The one thing I haven't done, nor will do in the foreseeable future, is quit smoking marijuana. Commercials have played absolutely no part in either of these decisions.

The decision to quit smoking was basically aggravation in part to President Obama's sideways lie that he was not going to raise taxes on most Americans. Thanks to that (just one of many reasons people are going to regret soon enough electing yet another soundbite President), the price of cigarettes and tobacco has shot through the roof.

Thank goodness for that. God knows the last thing we all wanted during this economic downturn was for small business to flourish. I personally know of one small smoke shop that had just relocated one door over to a bigger space right before the tax increase. I'm sure they are appreciative for the kneecapping their business just took, what with hiring a couple more employees and renovating and all that. The place looked nice as hell, even though I was only able to make two purchases there before the shot to my wallet meant saying goodbye to the habit altogether. Wonder how much longer the place is going to be open.

But, it was a fair enough move, when you really think about it. It was the only real way that anybody could come up with to make me even want to quit smoking tobacco, and the only way the U.S. government will be able to get me to stop smoking weed is to legalize it and then tax it the hell out of my price range, and even then, I wouldn't go all in on the betting. What the hell else will they be able to do, once they get their way, and nobody smokes, and we are all healthy as fucking horses trying to figure out where all that tax revenue went? Given the fact our President is more worried about "looking forward," whatever in the hell that's supposed to mean, the odds of marijuana getting legalized seem to be as likely as Obama ordering a torture investigation.

Anyhow, onto the commercials. Above the Influence, already notable for employing talking dogs and portraying pot smokers as slightly deflated people stuck on sofas, is trying a new approach, as they are taking it to the gamers themselves. Interesting niche to choose, but a niche nonetheless. The new ads feature characters from the popular MMO World of Warcraft talking about nearly being wiped out by their stoned real-life counterparts. Cute, and about as damn effective as "I didn't inhale," and everyone's all-time useless favorite "Just Say No." I wasn't impressed by Ozzy Osbourne arguing with some faceless director over who the real "Prince of Darkness" is, and this impresses me even less.

The best part is, the ads (print or televised) fail to mention any ties with smoking marijuana and video game skills. Perfect. As a matter of fact, this now impresses me even less than something involving Kelly Osbourne. If this is the best Above the Influence can bring to the table, maybe they should start trying to get people to buy into all this "change someone/anyone can believe" shit. It would probably be a lot more successful, and a hell of a lot less condescending at the same time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go smoke a fat bowl and beat Grand Theft Auto IV (XBox) again.

 
 

by Thomas Keister

Yeah, it looks like I picked the wrong week to stop smoking. Monday, yeah, no problem, the hypnotherapy worked great, still haven't had a cigarette yet, not even any cravings, at least until yesterday. That's when the people at High Park Apartments showed me they wouldn't even make plausible slum lords in East St. Louis.

Why, what happened yesterday, you ask? Glad you did. Earlier this week the same day I quit smoking), we had a pretty good rain, and a leak popped up, soaking about a quarter of the living room. Most of the water was coming in through the living room window (the apartment is partially below ground). She called the office, and the maintenance crew came over, moved some stuff, and plugged in a bigass fan and a dehumidifier to dry out the carpeting. They said they were getting right on the leak, so I figured, problem solved, right?

Never that easy.

The very same day they came and gathered up their stuff (after four days of listening to that shit run non-stop, my mom's nerves were a half-an-inch past the edge), they said they hopefully had everything straightened out. Yeah, hope may float, but thankfully, nothing in my mom's apartment does, as a quick but heavy rain yesterday not only reversed all the "progress" that had been made, but now, things were even worse.
 

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Yeah, not only a pain in the ass, as all the furniture on that side of the living room had to be moved, and the entire apartment subsequently smelling like Paris Hilton's vagina after Fleet Week in New York City, but a clear danger as well, as evidenced by the next picture:

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Yeah, that's real fucking great. The leak is running right over a fucking electrical socket. Glad to see the crack maintenance team is right the fuck on this. The culprit, to listen to them, is a foundation leak. Uh, buddy...that's a freakin window. If you can't tell the difference between a window and the foundation of the building, I think we are getting a clearer answer as to why NOTHING is being accomplished. But just when I thought my mom was doomed to spend the rest of her newly re-signed lease (amazing how this piece of shit building started to fall the fuck apart AFTER that new lease was signed) paying nearly $600 a month for this:

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The maintenance team rallied, probably sat in a semi-circle mouth-breathing and rubbing their low foreheads together, and came up with a plan. Ready for this?...

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We'll plug in some fans and shit in the very same outlet that had water running over it just a couple of hours earlier! GENIUS!!! ABSOLUTE FUCKING GENIUS!!! This was the same response (rather than actually fixing the leak) that they had come up with on Monday, and here it is, Friday evening, and not even 24 hours after the fan and dehumidifier were unplugged and removed the first time, here they are again!!!


Yeah, it's been one of those weeks, and me nowhere near a Marlboro light (I have been battling the cravings, but this shit goes on much more, who can say?) My mom's losses were minimal (a media cabinet and a couch, although the couch was a gift from a friend of mine) Can't wait to hear the bullshit excuses coming from the office on Monday, when the manager decides to show back up and pretend to do something.

I have already told my mom to not pay a single fucking penny of rent on the first, cause it's time to move. Three times this has happened in less than a year, and they obviously are not going to do anything to fix it other than use fans and shit and drive up a retired woman's electric bill. On Monday, I shall be getting in touch with the following agenices:

  1.  New Albany Building Commissioner
  2.  New Albany Fair Housing Commission
  3.  New Albany city Fire Marshall
  4.  New Albany Health Department
  5.  New Albany Plumbing, Electric, and Heating Inspectors
  6.  New Albany Zoning Officer
  7.  Floyd County Health Department
  8.  any and all local media outlets with a 'troubleshooter'
Stay tuned for more on this. And to think, a week ago, I would have just lit a cigarette and said "Ok, you're moving" Ah, the added energy one gets when they quit smoking...
 
 

by Thomas Keister

Yeah, okay...I think we get enough stories about the quality of the air we breath every week, month, year, or what have you, to fill a small annual digest for people to thump and demand changes.

Unfortunately, this story takes place in Spain, so any protestations regarding the air quality will ultimately have the same impact they would have here in the United States, slim to nil.

A recent study shows that the air in Madrid and Barcelona not only contains smog, but trace amounts of amphetamines, opiates, cannabinoids, lysergic acid, and most prominently, cocaine.

Well, then. Party time in Spain. Just how many drugs are done in Madrid and Barcelona were it just hangs in the fucking air? No damn wonder they are always so cool with the running of the bulls, plus, while we're on the subject, how the hell did they pull off holding an Olympic Games in Barcelona? I mean, how the hell did anyone pass a drug test? You can't tell me this is something that has just popped up overnight, this is something that had to build up over time.

Since this story broke, look for Barcelona and Madrid to be invaded in short order, by an unprecedented wave of douchebaggery...and the best part, they will be "relaxing" in the cool Spanish air...until the inevitable celebutard behavior breaks out.

 
 
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Man, oh jeez, oh wow...Jessica Simpson apparently fucking ate Tony Romo whole, or maybe just the slowest of her roadies...either way, bitch needs to dress herself, cause this almost made us want to masturbate to her younger sister, and honestly, even after the plastic surgery, we'd rather beat our meat with a cheese grater than look at either of them. Or was that we'd rather beat our meat with a cheese grater than listen to them sing, talk, choke to death on a ten-inch black rubber fist...? We forget sometimes, but the principle is roughly the same.

 
 

by Thomas Keister

Isn't it amazing when everybody knows the dice are loaded, yet no one bats an eye when the United States keeping on throwing chips at the guys running the game?

Hiding under the atypical umbrella of anonymity, American officials are using the explosion of violence leaking over the Mexican border into our country as some form of proof the drug war is working, despite the fact the violence is escalating as a result of the ramped-up drug war efforts. Yes, indeed. This is a level of thinking that compares with being told that breaking both of your legs can improve your marathon time. This must be more of that "looking forward" shit I keep hearing about as our country continues to spiral down the porcelain.

Meanwhile, as our government continues to twiddle their thumbs in response to the third war they are managing to lose simultaneously, the former presidents of Brazil, Colombia, and Mexico convened the Latin American Commission on Drugs and Democracy, offering new tactics and suggestions on dealing with the current approach, which they called a failure.

Among those tactics, the Commission reckons, should be a "broad" debate, which includes decriminalization of cannabis for personal use and developing a "public health" approach, which would focus more on treatment and education, while using law enforcement to battle the organized crime front of the Drug War.

While I can't say I can't disagree with these three men, or their commission's stances, the cynic in me can't help but think that, if these three men had just "played ball" with the United States, they would probably still be El Presidente (or whatever the hell their official titles were), instead of playing it up on the lecture circuit. Where was this enlightened opinion of the drug war when they were in office? Oh yeah, they didn't want to cut off the flow of U.S. money coming into their countries to, uh...er..."help." Once you figure out a way to take U.S. "throwaway" money off the front line of the war on drugs, then you might even be able to convince Latin America to decriminalize marijuana, the "paradigm shift" the Commission so rightly calls for.

 
 

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