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Accentuate the Positive…

Yeah, it’s still going on, there are primary votes in several states today.

I don’t know, what is it, Super Tuesday IV?

Just a couple of things as you go out to vote today, well, I mean if you are going out to vote today.

  1. The parties put the delegates on the slate for you to vote for them, and the delegates pick the candidate. It’s called Politics. Bear in mind that the delegate you vote for may not support the candidate you want, and in most cases can vote for someone else on the second ballot – assuming there is one.
  2. The rules are different in every state and every commonwealth, because the primary election though executed and monitored by the election board isn’t for a candidate, it’s for delegates, and it’s run by the party. You’re just hoping the delegates elected will support the candidate you want at the Convention.
  3. It works this way for both parties.
  4. It’s designed to keep people in power while making you think you really matter.
  5. You probably don’t.
  6. Yes, I know, I’m jaded and cynical.
  7. If you registered as an Independent, you’re not being disenfranchised in a primary regardless of what Bernie says. It’s a two party system.  Pick a party, don’t be wishy-washy.  It’s been this way for nearly 200 years.  Take Perry Como’s advice and don’t be Mr. In Between!

This is one of those controversies I promised…enjoy!

And You Shall Have No Pie

“Man buys all of Burger King’s pies to spite a crying child behind him in line.”

When I first read this headline, I thought, “Great, there’s my AOTW. “

Then I read the rest of the article.

Deadspin carried the story last week. A Burger King patron bought every pie in the store simply to spite a screaming child.

Actually, the child was more than screaming.  He repeatedly screamed, “I want some f*****g pie.” at his mother, who BTW, was talking on her cell phone.

Pie anyone

The pie pilfering patron’s pleas were passed on by mom, who told him not to tell her how to raise (sic) her child.

Mom went back to yacking, hellion child went back to his pie chant, patron ponied UP to the cash register.

The new-hire at the terminal was slowing things down a tad, and the pie patron’s headache wasn’t getting any better.

This, my friends is where my sympathy kicked in.

Headache?  I know headache!

Headache + screaming child + absentee mom = MAYHEM!

The man with the headache decided to take matters into his own hands.  To quote him:

All I can think of is how the people behind me ruined my splurge and gave me this headache. I then decide to ruin their day. I order every pie they have left in addition to my burgers. Turned out to be 23 pies in total, I take my order and walk towards the exit. Moments later I hear the woman yelling, what do you mean you don’t have any pies left, who bought them all? I turn around and see the cashier pointing me out with the woman shooting me a death glare. I stand there and pull out a pie and slowly start eating it as I stare back at her. She starts running toward me but can’t get to me because of other lineups in the food court. I turn and slowly walk away.”

I thought back to my own childhood, and remembered – I didn’t have to wonder – how my Mother would have handled the situation.

The girl don’t play!

So, I was torn, AOTW or Genius?

Frankly, at the moment, he’s my hero!

Thug

Facebook, Yahoo, and the rest of the internet has been covered UP with comments, posts, articles, and op-ed pieces about the use of the word “THUG”.

Let’s get a few things straight.

Justin Bieber is not a thug, he’s a wuss.

Richard Sherman is not a thug, he’s an intelligent guy with a high GPA, who simply overdid it in an interview while hopped UP on adrenalin.

Rappers aren’t necessarily thugs.

Every kid on the street ins’t necessarily a thug.

And, news flash, thug isn’t a racial slur!

And, the actual definition of a thug is:

1. A cruel or vicious ruffian, robber, or murderer.

2. One of a former group of professional robbers or murders in India who strangled their victims.

The very word, THUG, comes to us from the languages of Urdu and Hindi.  In Hindi, it literally means cheat or rogue.

Thugs

Thugs in India were part of the Thugee cult lead by Thug Behram.

Thug Behram was suspected of strangling 931 victims between 1790 and 1840 with a ceremonial rumal, or handkerchief preferred by his cult members.

Every thing rises and falls on leadership, you know.

Behram, who’s title was Thug, was executed by hanging in 1840.

His followers were generally a well organized confederacy of murderers who traveled in gangs throughout India, robbing and killing at will.

And, though Behram lived in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, the earliest mention of the word thug dates back to 1326, when thugs traveling with caravans and wayfarers, would find a favorable opportunity, strangle the travelers, plunder their loot, and bury them according to religious rites using a pickax and sugar as ascribed to the worshipers of Kali, the Hindu goddess of destruction.

Kali

Of course the word has changed like so many others.

Thug in the modern world, until the onset of Urban Music, generally referred to members of organized crime who were “muscle” or enforcers for the mob bosses.

Luca Brasi was a thug.

Don Corleone and Luca Brasi

Al Capone had plenty of thugs working for him.

And a most notably incorrect movie reference to thugs is in “Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves”, when the Sheriff of Nottingham refers to the Celts as thugs.

Just in case you haven’t figured it out, misuse of words is one of my pet peeves.

I thought you’d want to know just exactly what you’re saying today if you call someone a thug.

And, BTW, you shouldn’t!

Happy Monday!

The Hostess Is A Big Fat Liar!

Went to dinner on Saturday as we often do.

That Longhorn gift card from Christmas was burning a hole in my pocket, I had a shirt from Christmas I HAD to return, and well, it just worked out that JCP and Longhorn’s are right next to each other at the Mall of Jawga.

Longhorn

One of my Waffle House buddies advised that I do “call ahead seating” because “…the place fills UP early…”.

So I did.

The hostess said, “What time will you be here?” and I replied. “About 6:30.”

It was 4 PM.

She said, “Well, call about 5:45, we only take call aheads 45 minutes early.”

Convenient?

No.

So, off to JCP I dashed, changed the medium for a large, really, you’d think family would know, and picked UP the phone to call Longhorn’s.

Busy.

Busy.

Busy.

Busy.

Busy.

13 busies later, the SAME woman answered the phone and I asked for a call ahead.

She said, “We have a 90 minute wait. What’s your name?”

So, we had dinner at 8.

What’s the point of “call ahead seating” if you have to wait 90 minutes anyway.  And why did Longhorn build a restaurant that seats 80 people?

But, at least dinner was good.  And I had a gift card. And the shirt fits.

Have a great Monday.