Ummm... how do we say this? Tim is a very complex individual. In fact, he’s so freaking complex he doesn’t even get himself. An alternate conspiracy theory is that he perpetuates the Jim Morrison “man of mystery” aura just to keep his wife from losing interest. Chicks dig that.
Watch this when the robot stumbles on the ice and gets kicked off balance. It looks like it has mad cow disease but it does amazingly recover. The even more amazing part is that I realized I felt sorry for a robot, albeit, a very life-like robot. How about you?
Arizona State U. Athletic Director, Lisa Love, allegedly cut all 16 members of the school's Cheerleading squad after racy photos of six of the girls were found on TheDirty.com proudly displaying their "ass"ets with just bras and panties. But apparently, the cutting just wasn’t true.
I love the Internet rumor mill. It’s kind of like the inside walls of a men’s public bathroom where salacious dreamscapes, homo erotic repressions and all manner of cave paintings bubble up from the male subconscious and go splat. Guys understand what I’m talking about and so do some of you naughty Catholic school girls.
The point being: people feel completely free to splatter all over the Internet whatever comes to mind. I get more false statements and misinformation passed on to me by people with the best of intentions who never source the material first. We are all guilty of this because it just takes too much time. It’s like the pornographic telephone game; one person whispers a thought to another and it takes on a life of its own as it moves from lips to ears.
So my safety mechanism is not to pass on info to anyone unless I source it. I don’t pass on much. According to some of the directives in the e-mails I receive this lack of action has cost me a great deal. By not forwarding someone’s E-crap, I’ve apparently offended the Creator and risked hellfire; I’ve become a treasonous scumbag; I missed out on millions from Bill Gates financial empire; I’ve missed out on countless miscellaneous "blessings"; I didn’t get my share of the exiled Nigerian royal family’s fortune; I haven’t heeded the End-Time prophecies of some idiot named Vince, and now my family is going to starve to death.
Because of me, all my friends are in the same predicament: unpatriotic, starving, broke and going to hell. The guilt is eating me alive.
Last Saturday, May 3rd
Tuesday 05-06-2008 12:20pm ET
Originally posted: Monday, May 5th
I wanted to thank you all for helping to make a great show last Saturday! Only someone else in talk radio understands the rush that comes from being on mic talking with all of you.
The range of opinions went from throwing the book at Susan Lefevre, to exhorbitant fines, to parole with no time served, to pardoning her.
I still stand heavily on personal responsibility with regards to drugs. The laws themselves have created a caste of non-violent criminals stuffed into our prisons. Why? Because we are protecting them of course. Swell. Same thing goes for the murdered hookers who sold their bodies to get drug money, I suppose. Were we protecting them too?
There should be no laws against drugs. Government should only be used to protect us from force or fraud, instead of attempting to protect us from our personal decisions.
No drug dealer tricks or forces their clients to take them; they simply provide a service. Yes that service can have deadly effects, but government is not your daddy.
With our current governing philosophy best (described by my previous statement) we’ve created a nanny state where we become more and more bogged down trying to insulate people from the consequences of their choices. A dose of social Darwinism would go a long way.
The point being: people feel completely free to splatter all over the Internet whatever comes to mind. I get more false statements and misinformation passed on to me by people with the best of intentions who never source the material first. We are all guilty of this because it just takes too much time. It’s like the pornographic telephone game; one person whispers a thought to another and it takes on a life of its own as it moves from lips to ears.
So my safety mechanism is not to pass on info to anyone unless I source it. I don’t pass on much. According to some of the directives in the e-mails I receive this lack of action has cost me a great deal. By not forwarding someone’s E-crap, I’ve apparently offended the Creator and risked hellfire; I’ve become a treasonous scumbag; I missed out on millions from Bill Gates financial empire; I’ve missed out on countless miscellaneous "blessings"; I didn’t get my share of the exiled Nigerian royal family’s fortune; I haven’t heeded the End-Time prophecies of some idiot named Vince, and now my family is going to starve to death.
The range of opinions went from throwing the book at Susan Lefevre, to exhorbitant fines, to parole with no time served, to pardoning her.
No drug dealer tricks or forces their clients to take them; they simply provide a service. Yes that service can have deadly effects, but government is not your daddy.
© 2008