Any Teacher is more important than any professional sports figure.
Albert Pujols was featured in a TV Special where he vocalized that his feelings were hurt when he didn't go first in the draft and in fact he wasn't the most expensive Cardinal on the team.
TheCardinal Organization tried to bamboozle the citizens of STL into paying for the new baseball stadium by threatening to leave the city if not given tax breaks. It didn't work.
Albert gave the Cardinals Organization first shot at signing a new contract with him before he turned free agent and they blew it.
Another team was willing to pay Albert Pujols 250 million to play for them proving his worth as a baseball player.
The Cardinal Organization blew it again...
David<~~~~~not an expert on baseball but can recognize greed!
And it's hard. One of my less desirable personality traits is that I "blast" people. By that I mean that I instantly form an opinion about people I see out in public, on TV or hear talking on the radio and then I think or shout out something unpleasant towards them. Makes me look like a jerk. It's almost second nature to me and I am having a very hard time not doing that. I also cuss too much. And by cussing I also include my use of racial epitaphs. In a fit of aggression I use the worst word I can think of in regard to someones sexuality or national origin or handicap. It's petty and ugly. This is very embarrassing to me because I identify as a liberal and I'm often thinking or vocalizing things that are contrary to my personal beliefs system. I don't cuss out loud in public, usually it's while I'm watching TV but it's still not a good idea. So far I've been about half successful. The good news is that after the unsuccessful half of the time I'm immediately regretful and I recognize my failing. I'll keep you 'my faithful reader' updated on my efforts to change these unlikeable things about myself. Want to know what got me fired up? Read the following blog entry I've linked to here in my journal. It is really extraordinary and had a large impact on me...
There is no God. Atheism is a non-issue for me personally. It's like stopping people in the street and telling them that unicorns don't exist. ::shrugs:: In High School I attended Church regularly and was very active in the Youth Programs. It just didn't seem real to me, I didn't become an Atheist as much as I quit pretending to be a Christian. Most Christians are harmless enough. On a daily basis I am exposed to their cheerful repetitions of what they have been told to say, and that is easy enough to put up with. The only time I get fired up and think about Atheism is when Christians try and impose their beliefs on other people. That is when I contemplate buying a shirt that reads "Atheist" or something similar in an effort to visualize the reality that 10% of Americans are not religious. I haven't so far, the negatives outweigh any positive benefits. Having said all that, the people I get along with the best are usually religious. I consider myself a Conservative-Liberal and we usually share the same morals and values. Go figure...
I hope everyone has an excellent holiday full of fun times with their family and friends and a belly full of turkey! I am thankful of the time I get to spend with my family and that biscuit I had this morning, it was a very good biscuit...
I'm watching the morally bankrupt students at Penn State gathering together to support Head Coach Joe Paterno and his Defensive Coach Jerry Sandusky. They are chanting the names Joe and Jerry and holding signs supporting them. Jerry Sandusky is accused of the systematic sexual abuse of young boys in the hallways and the locker rooms of the University Football facilities and Coach Joe Paterno knew about the abuse and did nothing. The students behavior is disgusting...
Everybody seems to have their own point of view
In time my friend there'll be another
Everybody wants to tell me what I should do
But I don't know if I'll recover
What did I do? Did I deserve it?
Have I been careless with you baby?
What can I do to make it better?
When I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me
If I make it through the whole night
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm sure that it's the way that it should be
And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me
Seems that I have reached a point of consciousness
Where my love was real and yours was tender
There is nothing else I know we could've done
'Cause I believe in sweet surrender
What did I do? Did I deserve it?
Have I been careless with you baby?
What can I do to make it better?
When I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me
If I make it through the whole night
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm sure that it's the way that it should be
And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me
I said oh
When I start to break it down
When I start to break it down
When I start to break it down, down, down, down
Woah, woah, woah
If I make it through the whole night
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm sure that it's the way that it should be
And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me
And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me
I used to think that an independent Conservative candidate was the best thing that could happen to a Democratic run for office. Now I'm not so sure. It seems that they are seriously allowing their lunatic fringe to dictate the actions of the whole Republican Party. What a HOOT! I don't think candidate Michele Bachmann knows enough to shut her mouth when her head is underwater. They also have another unintelligent Texas Governor, "I ain't related to no MONKEY!" running for the Presidency. You get "anal lube and fecal matter" when you google candidate Rick Santorum. And to top it all off on National Television the Tea Party cheers the idea of allowing an uninsured comatose man to just die. I almost feel bad for my Republican friends...
(almost)
David<~~~~~~~~~~~~laughing at the stupid people in the Tea Party!
I think it'd be funny if we gather up all the fringe groups, conspiracy theorists, and tinfoil hat lunatics into one room and let them gabber at each other.
I'm been out of sorts for about a week now and I was "officially" sick yesterday and that is what this post is all about. I woke up very dizzy. Stand up and walk straight into a wall dizzy. It happened last week also and I just slept in till it decided to go away on it's own. I have been diagnosed with Vertigo (not just a cool comic book label) and have pills for it and everything. Yesterday sleeping in was not an option because I had to go help the girlfriend's sister move into her new "department" (as Tif's niece says). So I get up wobbly as hell and take a shower while holding onto the wall with two hands at all times (try that some day). Thinking my dizziness might be related to my diabetes I eat some yogurt and half an apple so I can take my meds without them tearing up my stomach. Get dressed all in record time. I even have time to run by the Post Office to pick up a registered letter someone sent me. So I hop in 'Deerslayer' and head to downtown Vally Park. On the way my stomach starts to act weird. I'm a mind over matter kind of a guy and think no problem, I can handle this. Turning down the street to the Post Office I start to worry that I might throw up. I'd like to take a moment to let everyone know my personal vomit history. I rarely throw up. I don't drink alcohol and I'm rarely sick. When I am sick and I think I might have to throw up I can control the urge till I get to an appropriate place to throw up, like a bathroom toilet or in a pinch a sink. Never have I ever thrown up on myself or on anyone or anything that I later regretted. I'm a good vomiter...
It's not to bad at first. I kid myself that my stomach is just rumbling because it's hungry. Then I kid myself that my stomach is just rumbling because I'm still a little bit dizzy. As I turn into the Post Office I get one of those little lurches that let you know, barfing is in your immediate future. I know the names of both of my mail carriers at my apartment and have my favorite postal employees that wait on me in the Post Office. I KNOW ALL THEIR NAMES and opening the car door in their parking lot was never an option. It's OK, I can control this. v-minus-10 Lurch, a little vomit in my mouth. v-minus-9 I can handle this. v-minus-8 Lurch, more vomit in my mouth. v-minus-7 Seeking alternative solutions. v-minus-6 Spot Wendy's cup on the passenger floorboard. v-minus-5 SALVATION! v-minus-4 Dive for cup. v-minus-3 Rip off lid. v-minus-2 Check to see if anyone is watching my impending embarrassment, NO ONE - YAY! v-minus-1 Look down at cup to see that the lid is still on...WHAT? v-minus-0
ROCKET VOMIT
Here is a partial list of what was affected:
My shirt
My shorts
My beard
My glasses
My hand
The Wendy's cup
The steering wheel
The center console
The gear shift
The rear view mirror
The windshield
The air conditioning vent
The radio
The dashboard
The passenger seat
The passenger seat floorboard
The passenger seat floorboard
The passenger door
The speaker face in the passenger door
and a little bit on the ceiling
The good news? I only vomited once in my car. The other three time I managed to barf in the Wendy's cup. Side note: Holding a cup full of warm vomit is one of the Life Experiences that I could have happily lived without. So now I have liquid apple chucks sprayed all over the interior of my car. So I drive to Tif's 2nd job and confess my embarrassment. Then drive home and curl up on the couch all day long except when I sit up twice to eat the fried chicken and chili dogs Tif brings me to eat. She's a good girlfriend like that...