A Quick Social Commentary

Isn't it all social commentary from me. A lot of the time it is, but it's what I think about.

A-Rod. Or A-Roid. Or A-Hole. Whatever. How about this one: Who Cares? The amount of time and taxpayer dollars that are being spent investigating whether or not baseball players are doing steroids is sickening to me. A grand jury in front of Congress?! Come on people. And meanwhile our economy falls apart. Is it going to affect my life (or most of our lives) one way or the other if Clemens doesn't make it in to the hall of fame? Or if his stats now have Shift+8 by them? No. So again I ask: Who cares?

Now if any baseball fans ever run across this, I'm sure you'll be upset. You're watching sports center with baited breath to find out what the story is and if they'll ever play again and blah blah blah. Because your world revolves around it. It's almost as bad as the NFL letting Michael Vick back and those who defend it. This guy is the poorest excuse for a human I can come up with at the current moment, but because he can throw touchdowns, we'll just look the other way while he force breeds pit bulls in dire conditions, pulls their teeth out so they can't fight when being forced to breed and kills them by very inhumane means when they lose a fight. Never mind just shooting them. Let's smoke some weed, do some coke and drown them instead! Let me go on record. Mike Vick, you're a fuck. I should type his name in this post about a million times so it's the top hit on Google. But that would be wasting time I could spend worrying about what baseball player is going to be indicted on charges of using steroids next.

I digress. I saw the pictures from Saturday. They came out good. I'll be getting some copies and post them up as soon as I can. I'm hoping today is going to be productive. I need one of those. Happy Thursday!

-MtR