Second Effort

Cell phones are supposed to come to your aid. Especially while drunk. Mine has revolted against me.

I went out last Friday night. Ordinarilly I would have written about such an outing. But I didn’t remember much, and honestly, I can’t add much to what has already been recorded to go down in history as one of my more hammered moments.

Funny thing is, in the short time I’ve had this blog, I haven’t had much opportunity to drink. And yet, I will forever be tied to KFC and Prince. I was supposed to have a few beers over the course of this weekend. I think I’ll give my cell phone to Sara.

Alright, I’ve had just about as much praise as I can handle today. First there was this e-mail from a local mom:

Hi Tony,

Your column in the Conservative, mentioning your one year anniversary, has spurred me into writing you–something I have meant to do for a long time. First, let me congratulate you on the great work you do for our school’s sports. You do a tremendous job of giving fair and equal column space to all the schools–an impossible task I think. What I have wanted to do for so long is write and say thank you for the wonderful coverage you gave to Kyle (Maurer–North Cedar–2004) during his senior year of basketball, baseball, and golf. Your column was always quite complimentary to Kyle, always written so as to make him feel good about his performance. Your many articles, that are now an important part of his scrapbook, will always help bring back the great memories. Thank you for them.

Again, congratulations and thank you. Kay Maurer

Then there were some few but kind words from my boss about my latest column, this being the big one anniversary edition. And then my mom called me (to tell me she has just seen my old car, lovingly referred to by insiders as “The Golden Pile”) and told me I should submit one of my recent columns to a big paper. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten that, and thankfully it doesn’t always come from my mom. But in the interest of honest opinions from my peers and the world, I am running both columns in question her at Say Anything to get your reaction, dear reader. I know, this seems like a bunch of dry sports reading to some of you, and those who know nothing about the Tipton area won’t get many of the anniversary references, but if you don’t dig it, skip to the post below from earlier today, I’m still waiting for feedback on that one.

With no further ado:
Anniversary brings Stress and Insight
This is the big one year anniversary issue for me at the Conservative Sports desk, and as such, I thought I would reflect on not only some of my favorite moments over the past year, but the difference between now and last year when I started my job.
First of all, it’s a lot more stressful these days. I didn’t think it would develop that way last year when I was learning a whole new method for laying out a paper, meeting what seemed like hundreds of new people and trying to figure out what to do with a camera around my neck.
But it has. All of a sudden I know those hundreds of new people, and feel the weight of my obligation to put this sports section together every week. Last year I was kind of the anonymous guy in the corner of the gym, taking pictures and notes constantly losing track of who was who.
That’s not the case anymore; parents, athletes and coaches know exactly who I am and I don’t fade into the background. Instead I have become a pretty regular part of the high school athletic experience here in Cedar County, regularly dodging hits on the sidelines and volleyballs or basketballs off the lens of my camera. I’m sure the boss-man will be thrilled to hear that.
As such, parents now know that I’m the culprit who hasn’t run a picture of their kid. Or spelled their name wrong…three times in a row. Can I just defend myself on that for a second? Half the kids I write about are named Ashley or Megan and each of those names is spelled about thirteen different ways, you try and keep them straight. Also, coaches are usually the ones who give me the incorrect spelling. Nonetheless, I’ll take the blame and I count on you readers to let me know when I dropped the ball.
That’s what I asked for in my very first column in this space. Here’s a quote, “This is going to be a tough job, mostly because the athletes in this county make it hard to decide which game to cover on any given Friday night. I hope you will take me into your communities like you have Ryan. I miss being in a town where everyone knows my name and I know theirs.”
Now I’m getting to that point, and while the stress seems a bit greater, the rewards far outweigh it.
I know the coaches, when and how best to get in touch with them. They invite me into team meetings like coach Geraghty did with the boys basketball team last Monday. Everyone invites me to their banquets and offers up free food, a hard proposition for this editor to turn down.
I’ve gotten to know the athletes much better too. I remember bumbling my way through a pre-season interview with Tipton wrestlers last year at this time. Sure, the kids get nervous when I shove a tape recorder in their faces, but back then I was more nervous than each of them. Now I can count on Bormann to greet me with my new nickname, G-Unit, which I don’t understand but appreciate nonetheless.
I can finally tell the difference between Craig and Drew Kreman now, and don’t you know the Lafrenz twins have come up to confuse me this year. I still feel like I’m pulling teeth when I try to interview Nate Ohrt, but Bubba Geary is loosening up a bit.
Last year when I walked into a practice I felt as though I was invading. But the coaches have really made me feel welcome as we have gotten to know each other better, and I have to thank them.
After just one year in this amazingly talented area there are a host of kids that have moved on to the collegiate level that I can’t wait to follow. Notably right now, Matt Fields and Stacy Schlapkohl at Iowa, Travis Person at Augustana, JR Droll at UNI and Matt Lafrenz at Quincy. There are many more to come.
For the first time this winter I have some real insight on what’s to come, which should make me a lot more effective sports writer for the Conservative. I know which kids are on the verge of becoming stars for the Tigers, Knights, Wildcats and Bombers. I know the individual rivalries, the team players, the brilliant coaches and the meddling parents.
I know when it looks bad for Kyle Eliason in ten matches this year, I shouldn’t set my camera down because he’s just waiting for the right opportunity to pin the guy. I know Alex Dittmer will always have the nicest shoes on the court, and probably the best jump-shot. I know half the Bennett girls basketball team goes and changes into the cheerleading uniforms for the boys game. And I know Ross Petersen will be unassuming, but very dangerous this winter on the court.
I also know I love this job.
E-mail me at tipconsports@hotmail.com.

Overcoming Sports’ Timeless Clichés
As perhaps the most regurgitated cliché in a sporting world jam-packed with clichés, the importance of the phrase “There is no ‘I’ in team,” is very often lost on us. Or we have turned our back on it?
After a Red Sox World Series win, this is the perfect time to re-examine that ideal. When the Bosox popped the cork to celebrate an historic season, they may as well have been celebrating another sweep, that of true teams taking the championships in each of our three major professional sports.
Most recently it was Boston, completing not only the greatest comeback in sports history with a four game comeback against the Yankees, but ending 86 years of frustration that had fans all over the country convinced they were cursed by a fat, dead Yankee.
The new leadership of GM Theo Epstein, manager Terry Francona and starting pitcher Curt Schilling turned what had been an ego-driven team around. In the past Manny Ramirez, Pedro Martinez and even Nomar Garciaparra had been stat-leaders, but not team-leaders.
It wasn’t hard to see the shift, after the All-Star break the Red Sox started to realize that, as a group, they were willing to do anything to get over the hump. After a rough outing Pedro famously said that the Yankees were his “daddy” because he couldn’t find a way to beat them. It was much to chagrin of Red Sox nation when he said that, but I think it was a telltale sign that things were shifting.
In the past Pedro was known for blaming his manager, his team, his catcher, everyone but himself. That statement showed some personal responsibility, and his team later found a way to get even with the Evil Empire.
In football you have the New England Patriots, once led to believe Drew Bledsoe would be their saving grace only to find a good coach and a mediocre quarterback could get the job done.
Bill Belichick entered the New England scene as a several-times failed head coach (Kirk Ferentz worked with Belichick in Cleveland) looking for one more shot. Bledsoe went down and Tom Brady stepped up to become the Golden-Boy of the NFL. Many would be surprised to learn that Brady isn’t the stud they think him to be.
Last year his passer rating ranked him only 10th in the NFL behind such ‘stars’ as the Bengals’ Jon Kitna and New Orleans’ Aaron Brooks. Brady was only 23/12 in the TD to INT ratio while Steve McNair threw 24 scores and only 7 picks in 127 fewer attempts.
So Brady isn’t the best in the NFL, he isn’t even close. But he does lead his team to wins, and so far, two Super Bowls.
Then you have the NBA, home to some of the most despicable athletes and human beings in the world. A sport where hair-dos, shoes and contracts are far more important status symbols than wins, and from nowhere come the Detroit Pistons to save the day.
Larry Brown had been successful everywhere he coached with less talent and more enthusiasm from his players than the competition. Who was the Pistons’ superstar? Ben Wallace? Maybe, but he wasn’t a scorer, which seems to be the only measure of manhood in the NBA these days. He prides himself on rebounds and truly worked his way into the NBA.
Wallace turned down a football scholarship coming out of high school to play the game he loves at a community college before going undrafted and eventually becoming a World Champion and one of the best defenders in the league. Wallace could force shots like No. 8 out West, but he knows how best to help the team, and look where the team ended up.
You want more? Dale Earnhardt Jr. just won a race this weekend after arguing with his crew chief about new tires. His Chief won the fight, and Junior took the checkers.
The European Ryder Cup team goes out to dinner and shares drinks and cigars. They romped a much higher ranked American team in record style.
I don’t want there to be any confusion on my point here: Very often there is that one guy that makes the big difference for a team in every game. But the team and the fans have to understand that no matter the situation, unity is what makes it work. The offensive line, the passing guard, the in-between reliever, these guys don’t get the individual credit they are due because there’s no tangible measurement for their success. Except wins and championships. Randy Moss, Terrell Owens, Sammy Sosa, Kobe Bryant, all are more attitude than effort, and all they have to do is look at the past year to figure that out.
E-mail me at tipconsports@hotmail.com.

So I’m the next Rick Reilly, right?

A long time ago in a post not too far away I ran down a list of the greatest movie songs. That post contained the following comment: “”He can’t be a man cause he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me,” is perhaps one of the greatest lines in music history, but as it’s off Satisfaction, it probably belongs in another list.”

Guess what? The list is here, and I can’t pass up the opportunity to share it with you. Sadly, Satisfaction fell to No. 2, but let’s not nit-pick. Wait, that’s the fun part. So I can’t find the complete list yet, but here are the official top 50:

Rolling Stones Top 100 Songs

1. Like a Rolling Stone – Bob Dylan

2. Satisfaction – The Rolling Stones

3. Imagine – John Lennon

4. What’s Going On? – Marvin Gaye

5. Respect – Aretha Franklin

6. Good Vibrations – The Beach Boys

7. Johnny B. Goode – Chuck Berry

8. Hey Jude – The Beatles

9. Smells Like Teen Spirit – Nirvana

10. What’d I say? – Ray Charles

11. My Generation – The Who

12. A Change Is Gonna Come – Sam Cooke

13. Yesterday – The Beatles

14. Blowin’ In The Wind – Bob Dylan

15. London Calling – The Clash

16. I want to Hold Your Hand – The Beatles

17. Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix

18. Maybellene – Chuck Berry

19. Hound Dog – Elvis Pressley

20. Let It Be – The Beatles

21. Born To Run – Bruce Springsteen

22. By My Baby – The Ronettes

23. In My Life – The Beatles

24. People Get Ready – The Impressions

25. God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

26. A Day In The Life – The Beatles

27. Layla – Derek and the Dominoes

28. Sittin’ On The Dock Of The Bay – Otis Redding

29. Help – The Beatles

30. I Walk The Line – Johnny Cash

31. Stairway To Heaven – Led Zeppelin

32. Sympathy for the Devil – The Rolling Stones

33. River Deep, Mountain High – Ike and Tina Turner

34. You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling – Righteous Brothers

35. Light My Fire – The Doors

36. One – U2

37. No Woman, No Cry – Bob Marley and The Wailers

38. Gimme Shelter – The Rolling Stones

39. That’ll Be the Day – Buddy Holly and the Crickets

40. Dancing in the Street – Martha and the Vandellas

41. The Weight – The Band

42. Waterloo Sunset – The Kinks

43. Tutti Frutti – Little Richard

44. Georgia On My Mind – Ray Charles

45. Heartbreak Hotel – Elvis Pressley

46. Heroes – David Bowie

47. Bridge Over Troubled Water – Simon and Garfunkel

48. All Along The Watchtower – Jimi Hendrix

49. Hotel California – The Eagles

50. The Tracks of My Tears – Smokey Robinson and The Miracles

And yeah, I have my issues with this list. Most notably, the Beatles vote being split, leaving them out of the top five completely. And no one can tell me that Hey Jude or I Wanna Hold Your Hand are even in the top ten of the Beatles collection, let alone the top twenty songs ever. Let it Be, yeah, Yesterday, yeah, but where the fuck are Come Together, Golden Slumbers and The End? And those are just off Abbey Road! Blackbird anyone?

Then there’s this horseshit ranking Stairway to Heaven and Sympathy for the Devil BELOW 30! My gawd, man, are you insane? The Ronette’s are on the list before Johnny Cash? Really? Jimi Hendrix cracks the top 50 twice, but neither one of those are Hey Joe. Why not just throw 50 Cent up top and call it good?

But, I know it’s all subjective, the Beatles have 23 songs on the list and I will be curious to see if they are the right ones or all the bubble gum shit from their first two albums. I swear to gawd if Rocky Raccoon doesn’t make the list someone is taking a Gideon’s Bible up their ass over at Rolling Stone. But Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da will no doubt make it, and thanks to 80’s television I can’t think about that song without picturing Corky.

So that’s just a few short takes on the list of “The greatest songs ever” according to the guys that are supposed to know about such things. Unfortunately, I know that I, and you (hint, hint) know better. So whaddya think?

Oh yeah, in other news, Jude Law is apparently sexy, ODB is quite clearly dead, and Tony Dungy is a fucking tool. Here’s backup on Sheridan’s back from the CST. Chime in on anything you like.

Where the fuck have I been? I dunno, no excuses, but this is the first in what will very likely be a series of posts today. Of course, that means this one will be on the bottom, and you won’t read it until last, but what the hell do I care.

Trent got home from Afghanistan recently and I saw him for the first time last night, meeting up with he and his bride at Quinton’s for some big girls. If you don’t what a big girl at Quinton’s is, you don’t call and talk to me often enough or come to visit me, like all my worthless so-called friends from Cedar Falls. So blow me, I’m not outlining everything.

The most notable thing about the visit with Trent last night was that it was without incident, politically speaking, and that he has returned to his sophomore in high school stature, that being roughly comparable to a 6’3″ pre-pubescent girl.

I did talk to him on the phone for a bit earlier in the day, so we got some of the political ugliness out of the way, which I was thankful for. See, we get along great when one or the other of us isn’t ripping the other for being completely ignorant. Those debates are best saved for e-mail anyway, so I try to avoid them in person. Of course as we were leaving the bar he provoked the Iowa City populace, first by singing show tunes and asking if anyone knew the musical from which they originated (Sadly I was apparently the only one in Iowa City who recognized Guys and Dolls), then by hollering out slogans like “No blood for Oil,” and getting resounding support from his onlookers. I thought sure he was going to jump down their throats, but he resisted, and for that I grateful.

But back to his new and slightly improved appearance. That gangly bastard lost 70 pounds in his time overseas. That’s like pooping out a fifth grader or a supermodel. He could still stand to lose a few pounds from the nasal region, though. That is just a monster nose, and while he was fat it was less noticeable.

I can’t just make fun of Trent, though. First of all, I have been eating better for the last few weeks with marginal success. I few pounds are gone, and I think I need to drill a new hole in my belts, but we’re far from reaching the goal. Anyway, some of the shirts I wouldn’t ordinarily wear or haven’t worn for some time have come back into the repertoire and yesterday I had one such shirt on.

Now I pose this question to all of you out there with normally formed breasts and/or pectoral regions. Have you ever put a shirt on and the side seams are incredibly offset? You know what I mean, like on your left it comes down to your front pocket region and on your right it nears your asscrack? Well I’ve had a few of these in my life, and while it may have a lot more to do with the fact that I frequent shops like Paul’s Discount for my fashion line, I can’t shake the fact that I have some kind of hideous deformity that everyone I’ve ever talked to has refrained from mentioning. I’ve always been full aware that my head is way out of proportion with what is normal for a humanoid, but these shirts make me think I have some of that scoliosis shit

(lateral curvature of the spine) that the school nurse never picked up on.

Anyway, I’m wandering, but that’s how we do it at Say Anything. Trent’s big partay is Friday night and he’s trying to convince both Sara and I to get completely loaded and crash in Riverside. I’ll let you know how that turns out, but I’m sure I’ll end up barfing somewhere on his property. Thankfully, I’ve got it down to an art.

One more thing with this post, almost exclusively for Trent, but another sign that we are closer to ’84 than ’04.. Daley and Orwell, sittin’ in a tree? WTF? Next thing you know the Kennedys will be pushing strict drunk driving laws.

More election fallout as me and my liberal cronies try to deal with a Red America. A friend in a (Windy) Blue City sent this to me, and EVERYONE should READ IT! Kind of supports that theory of mine about the educated elite from yesterday, huh? Honestly, I’ve never had any sincere desire to leave the Midwest until now. I really feel like I don’t belong.

Talking to Sara last night I was further pondering how this could have happened, and wondered how more people than ever were spending significant amounts of time on liberal college campuses and still coming out caring more about Ghost than they do about equal rights, economics and the freedoms that they claim to hold so dear.

I’m not sure what my parents did to me that gave me such an open mind (open to just about everyone, that is, with the exception of those that I deem closed and Cardinal fans), because I look at my friends from back in the LPC and can no longer relate to the way many of them see the world. That’s not entirely fair, though, many of those I called and e-mailed said they had or were going to vote for Kerry. Most of them did. But there are others, and because say anything is an equal opportunity offender, here are some segments of an E-mail received from the middle east in the process of writing this post:

“You should be prepared for a long long presence in both Iraq and Afghanistan. This is not because the missions are a failure or that we are not making progress. Instead, think of our presence in these countries as similar in nature to our presence in Germany and Korea. And we could be in Iraq and Afghanistan that long. Generations.”

My friend wishes to convey that this is not official information, only his observation and what he percieves as our likely future over there.

Long One: “Bush is likely going to have a very large effect on the Supreme Court. If we can do what we want to do with the court with only 55 Senators, we will simply wait until 2006 to increase our majority in the Senate and then simply override your people. The nice thing about what has happened is that we don’t have to worry about obstructionists like Daschle neglecting his constitutional duty to vote up or down on judges.

So we are likely going to see a trend towards making official what has been true all along. Marriage is, by the definition of the word, a union between a man and a woman. To expand the definition is dangerous and cheapens Marriage

itself.

The question that comes to mind is, how far do we expand the definition of marriage. You say some garbage about “two people who love each other.” Why limit that to people? Why not a man and his consenting sheep or dog? Why not give him tax incentives and hospital visitation rights? Why shouldn’t his estate automatically go to his sheep when he dies? You will say I’m being absurd. But it is easy for you to call me absurd because you have your beliefs about marriage. Don’t force your beliefs on me! Why can’t I marry a barstool? Who are YOU to define what marriage can or cannot be for ME? (See how annoying that is?) The fact is that a line must be drawn somewhere. There HAS to be a definition. We will not tolerate that definition being immoral. We will not tolerate special privileges for two men or two women who want to call

themselves married.

Why shouldn’t two guys who live together in college get the same treatment as a married couple? Should you and I have been able to declare ourselves married to collect the tax benefits? Should we have been allowed access to married housing on some campuses? In the military, there are TONS of advantages to being married. Married soldiers are paid more. They no longer live in barracks with the other guys but live in condos or sometimes houses (depending on rank) with their wives. If you say that marriage can be between two men, what is to stop every soldier who is sick of having more than one male roommate to declare themselves married? What you are proposing with the horrible idea of gay marriage would have far more cultural and legal repercussions than you and the rest of liberal kind have considered.

You cry “discrimination” and “hate” and you stop thinking. You do this with most issues. Fortunately, your party is increasingly less relevant. We can take care of the problems without your “help.”

What I would like to ask you is what you think happened on election night. My brother is fond of telling me that the vast majority of America is liberal. If that is the case (I ask him) has America been affected by some sort of mysterious mind control ray that caused liberals to vote for Bush?”

Care for more? How bout this: “These are historical times. People are talking about the demise of the democrat party. Democrats are being compared to the Whig party. I mean people on the liberal networks are saying this. In the years I have been politically aware, I have been in a sort of resistance movement, doing what we could just to be heard. Just to keep kids from being arrested in schools for having the audacity to pray. But now we are in power. Amazing.”

And one more: “In 96 when the country went with that perjurous liar Clinton for the second time my father and I asked the question, “who do we have left? Who will save the Republican party? Who, that son of a loser one term president Bush? Yeah right.” What else but Providence could have answered that last question with a resounding YES.”

I have to qualify this friend’s comments by saying this: I respect him immensely, and he has been one of my most trusted and steadfast friends since my junior year of high school. He was liberal then (although he denies it now). And, may I also say, he is a brilliant writer to boot. Far better than me, and one of the reasons I delved into the trade.

So there’s a view from the other side, hard to not be infuriated by it, but that comes from a man carrying an M-16 around a war-torn country right now. Hard not to respect it a little too.

And now they say that the Democratic party is going to have to sit down and put some serious thought into their platforms. That scares the hell out of me. That sounds like surrender. Worse yet, it sounds like we’re willing to give up on our most fundamental ideals just to get back in a position of power. Now it’s becoming clear, 9-11 damaged this country a lot more than we originally realized. But is it damaged beyond repair?

Turnout was amazing in this election, how do we rally that much support again next time? I was talking with a conservative co-worker today and surmised that it is going to take a major fuck-up on the president’s part to turn this thing around. Given his history, I don’t think a major fuck-up is out of the realm of possibility, but as long as we remain united as a Nation of pussies, frightened that Democratic Ideals won’t pull us out of this funk, we don’t have a chance.

I really wish I had never read 1984. But that’s what we have going for us. The Republicans tried to instill fear in us for this election. By the next one, we will all be scared out of gourds, but not of terrorists. Instead we’ll be scared of the rich white guys controlling every aspect of our lives.

Just 1459 more days. (I Remembered Leap Year)

Well, as you might imagine, I’m taking some heat right now. I got calls from a couple conservative friends, and I must say the conversation remained civil. I think they do feel sorry for us (which only reinforces my suspicion that they cheated), I’ve also gotten some e-mails, had some conversations online, and took a ton of shit from the old ladies that work in my office when I ambled in at 10:30 looking like I had been run over by a truck. My appearance is especially haggard right now as I haven’t shaved in days in preparation for the big deer hunting trip to my cabin this weekend. Where I will take even more shit from my dad and uncle. Dad called me a communist yesterday and said “they should change the Benedict Arnold clause to the John Kerry clause, the fucking traitor.” Thankfully he was at least half joking.

The transition from the mood of hope and possibilities yesterday to one of dread today hasn’t been an easy one. Three tall Tanqueray and Tonics didn’t help, surprisingly. Two things have me particularly down at the moment, because in the interest of hope, I figure I could be wrong about some of the other basic issues.

One, W will have free reign with the Supreme Court now, there is no question, and that is a scary prospect.

Two, 11 states votes to APPROVE amendments to their constitution banning gay marriage. People, this issue is simple, these amendments are segregationist. Laws that hopefully, in 10 years, we will look back on and realize they are akin to Jim Crow. There’s no better way for me to tell you about my feelings on this issue than to say it is absolutely fucking disgusting to me that there are so many hateful people out there that they can affect a state and national election in a country that is supposed to be FREE.

I don’t have much to add, but I’ll leave you with my most recent online conversation, this one with a fellow Iowa City liberal who came over for drinks and depression last night. I give you: The Aftermath

TB3 says:

I am so depressed

Morton Dexter Beals says:

yeah this sucks

Morton Dexter Beals says:

http://www.oculon.org/blog/ better apply for political asylum

TB3 says:

rich encouraged me to leave the country

Morton Dexter Beals says:

I’m considering it

TB3 says:

depending on what I see in the next year, I may have to seriously think about it

TB3 says:

I am so embarrassed right now, just disgusted

Morton Dexter Beals says:

see what pisses me off is that bush calls himself a conservative, but he’s really an affront to REAL conservative values

Morton Dexter Beals says:

i.e. — big huge budgets, he wants the gov’t in your bed room, he wants he gov’t in your schools, he wants the gov’t going through your purchasing records and all sorts of shit

TB3 says:

I know

Morton Dexter Beals says:

this whole thing just means that people are afraid — America is one giant pussy right now

TB3 says:

and the oft used title “the terrorists” know just that

Morton Dexter Beals says:

it makes me sick

Morton Dexter Beals says:

really it does

TB3 says:

trust me, I feel your pain

TB3 says:

And so begins the division, the educated elite along with their poor and ill brethren versus the monetary elite and their hillbilly brothers

TB3 says:

that is the new America

Morton Dexter Beals says:

report: republicans ban sex, fun, and rock n’ roll

Morton Dexter Beals says:

I’m just worried they’re going to start getting crazy about social issues and taking down stuff like roe v wade

TB3 says:

oh, I know, maybe my biggest concern in this election was the Supreme Court

TB3 says:

he knew he had to wait for his second term to go after it, and now he will

Morton Dexter Beals says:

this election is going to have generation spanning effects

Morton Dexter Beals says:

and people were too concerned about the terrorists to consider any of it

TB3 says:

Actually, what I’m reading is, and it makes me cringe to write this, but Rove was right, people were voting more about morals and what they deem to be Alright with Jesus

Morton Dexter Beals says:

I hate religion

TB3 says:

the Gay marriage thing brought out droves

Morton Dexter Beals says:

religion gives people an excuse to avoid thinking for themselves

Morton Dexter Beals says:

rove is a genius, an evil genius

TB3 says:

Religion gives people an excuse to hate

TB3 says:

I should go, later SINNER!