Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Duh, Duh, Da, Duh Dora: Breaking it down as an adult

I thought it was all over.  I thought I would never have to do it or see it again.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  I’ve had to reintroduce one of the worst soul-sucking, mind melting, and heart destroying elements of American culture back into my life…Nick Jr.  For those fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with what Nick Jr. is let me give a brief description for you.  Nick Jr. is a vortex of talentless “writers” and “creators” that couldn’t hack it in the real entertainment industry where they can display their sad attempt at cartoons/kids entertainment.  Nick Jr. is aimed towards the ages of 0 to 3 years.  They have shows that include giant elephant abortions such as Dora the Explorer, Wow Wow Wubbzy, Go Diego Go, Wonder Pets, Yo Gabba Gabba, and Down’s syndrome Hyper Monkey Squad.  Ok, everything except the monkey show but I’m waiting on it to show up any day.  I thought once my now 4 year old discovered better more mature entertainment a year and a half ago that I would never have to watch this channel again.  I was relieved but wrong. 

I recently started watching my sister’s kids part time to help supplement some income.  I’ve affectionately dubbed our home daycare, “The Bearded Nanny”.  I don’t mind the kids so much except the crying, the diapers, and the poop art but I hate their TV viewing decisions more than any of that.  The 2 year old loves and I do mean loves all things Nick Jr.  Obviously she has no taste, because as she devoured her own boogers she happily watched an episode of “Dora the Explorer”.  To give you an idea of how ridiculous the show is I’m going to describe the entire episode in adult language.

Dora, a young precocious girl of an undetermined age, is venturing across the vast jungle/desert/carnival field with her talking monkey friend who wears red boots.  Dora has daily missions that are assigned to her from her various talking animal friends.  There is no sign of Dora’s parents anywhere.  Dora’s talking monkey friend, Boots, has decided that he wants to see his father because Dora was kind enough to dub the day, “Boot’s Special Day”.  We are reminded of this new holiday every 10 to 15 seconds as the talking monkey repeats the notion of his special day.  I’m not sure why Boots and his father are estranged but I’m sure as the episode progresses we may gain some insight to the situation. 

They start their journey in the middle of what appears to be a random field with a few sparse trees and grass.  Neither Dora nor Boots knows exactly where to find Boots’ father but luckily Dora has a magical talking map that jumps out of her magical talking backpack that can locate anyone or anything in the world only if you ask for it three times.  After Dora and Boots request the presence of the map three times, he jumps out of the backpack and sings a song.  The song is there to introduce you to him in case you missed the part of them repeatedly asking for him and the fact that he looks like a map with eyes and a mouth.  It is a simple song where he repeats his name over and over.  Through his advanced GPS technology, the map is able to locate Boots’ estranged father working in a carnival.  It is clear that there is an easier way of going around to get to the carnival but the map instructs them that they must travel through a jungle, past a desert, and magically back to a random field which is holding the carnival.  Dora and Boots follow the map’s odd directions, completely ignoring the easy route of simply going around all of these obstacles, without question.  To ensure that the directions are burned into their minds, the map makes sure to repeat the directions 3 times (he has a thing about the number 3). 

As Dora and her talking monkey friend begin their journey it is a beautiful ideal day with the sun shining brightly, a perfect day to find one’s estranged father if you ask me.  Dora decides that they should collect some special stars to guide them upon their way…in the middle of the afternoon.  As they trudge along they are able to capture 5 stars and trap them into her magical backpack.  The stars, which can also talk and appear to have minds of their own, willingly jump into the back pack without protest.  The first obstacle that befalls Dora and Boots is the thick jungle.  Dora curiously questions aloud to know one in particular, “Which path do you think will get us through the jungle?”  She waits about 4 seconds in silence and agrees with whatever the voice in her head told her and takes the path that is obviously not blocked with fallen trees.  As they trudge through the clear jungle path they come across a baby jaguar and its friend Diego.  We find out that Diego and Dora know each other and are probably related because Diego looks just like Dora in a different outfit and shorter hair.  Diego agrees to help Dora and the talking monkey through the rest of the jungle with the help of his own magical backpack.  Diego’s backpack doesn’t talk like Dora’s does but it does have the ability to turn into anything in the world.  Diego, like Dora, ponders aloud the question of “Which of these will help us get through the jungle?”  The choices presented for the invisible internal voice are a boat, a four-wheeler, or bobsled.  I’m not sure why Diego has to ask which one will work the best because it seems obvious that one could not bobsled through the trees nor could one paddle through the dirt.  Alas, Diego waits the standard 4 count moment of silence and figures out that the four-wheeler will be the obvious choice.  Diego helps Dora and Boots on to the four-wheeler which for some reason is equipped with seat belts (it must be some new or modified model or perhaps the magical backpack made it so).  The lazy Dora and Boots ride for what seems to be roughly 100 feet to the edge of the jungle to another grassy field and abandon the four-wheeler.  I find this rude not to return the four-wheeler back to Diego but I’m sure he could simply walk the extra 100 feet and get it himself.

Once they reach this new grassy field they are greeted by a Spanish speaking mole/mouse figure who seems troubled by something because he’s frantically yelling something in Spanish and waving his arms in the air.  Luckily Dora speaks Spanish and communicates with him.  It seems that the mole/mouse has lost his kite and expects Dora and the monkey to find it for him.  We are reminded that today is “Boots’ Special Day” and that the monkey needs to find his father to complete the specialness of it.  He is implying that there is not enough time to get this kite but Dora urges Boots to climb the tree where the kite is stuck so they can move along.  For his efforts, Dora gives Boots a banana.  The mole/mouse seems thankful because he says “gracias” (which through Mr. Bowden’s Spanish class, I am able to decipher that this means “thanks”).  Dora tells the mole/mouse that they have just braved their way through the jungle and are now in search of the desert.  The mole/mouse is not much help and points off into a general direction of a snow covered mountain next to a desert.  Once again Dora implores aloud, “Do you see which way the desert is?”  Apparently her internal voice tells her that obviously the path that leads to a bunch of sand is the way to go. 

Dora and her talking monkey friend with a special day make it through the desert obstacle course without much hassle.  They do, however, find it fun to let the stars out to help them count how many cactuses they see.  The stars are temporarily free of Dora’s magical backpack but once they are done counting the cactuses they fly right back into it rather than making a run for outer space.  We find that there are 8 cactuses in the entire desert which could be useful if you are ever traveling through and need to drink some of the sweet watery mescal that cactuses produce. 

As they approach the end of the desert, we can see the carnival off in the distance in a plush, grassy, green field.  Once again, Dora patronizes her monkey friend with a banana for his efforts of crossing the desert and counting cactuses.  When they hit the grass, Dora and Boots come upon an octopus playing with eight yo-yos.  It is never questioned as to why this aquatic animal is at the edge of the desert and a grassy field with no ocean in sight nor is it questioned as to why he is playing with 8 yo-yos.  As the octopus is offering Boots a brand new yo-yo for his “special” day, we hear a “swish, swish” sound.  The swish sound is obviously the indicator that something is awry in Dora’s fantasy land.  She warns no one in particular that it must be Swiper the Fox.  Swiper, as it is explained to us, is a sneaky, thieving fox who steals for no reason.  The viewer will also be able to tell that Swiper is evil because he wears a mask that only covers his eye.  Boots and the dry land octopus are keenly aware of the circumstances and hold all of their possessions close to their bodies.  Swiper appears out of the bushes and lunges towards the octopus from behind and steals a yo-yo.  Everyone is devastated and demand the prompt return of the stolen yo-yo.  The viewer is left to think that the fox will not go down without a fight but Dora shouts an incantation of “Swiper no swiping, Swiper no swiping” and renders the fox powerless as he is forced to hand over the stolen yo-yo to the octopus.  The octopus actually thanks the thief for returning his property and doesn’t even turn him into the authorities and is thus allowed to continue his stealing ways unpunished.  Since the octopus has been reminded 3 times that today is “Boots’ Special Day” he offers the monkey his first non-banana present of the day.  Boots gets a yo-yo which makes him break out into happy hysterics of screeching and acting like the monkey he is.  Dora quietly enjoys watching the talking monkey revert back to his natural animal self for a moment.

After receiving the yo-yo, Boots sees that his father is working away as a rollercoaster operator at the carnival.  He runs to his father in excitement, hugs him hard, and offers him a banana.  The estranged father seems oddly happy to see the son that he had abandoned and as a consolation for his absence he offers Boots a free ride on the rollercoaster that he operates.  It is probably out of guilt that he does this because Boots, as he has done all day when he meets someone, tells his father that today is his “special” day.  When they all got onto the loan rollercoaster car I wondered who would operate the rollercoaster since the father was along for the ride.  I didn’t have the foresight to see that the car that they were in would be a magical Spanish speaking car that could only be operated by shouting Spanish words at it.  After a short 5 second ride on the coaster, they all hooped off and had an impromptu singing and dancing party in celebration of this special day.

Now if you were able to read that whole story, aren’t you amazed at what cartoons are teaching our children?  A child and her talking monkey can go wondering about without any supervision through jungles and deserts.  It is okay to talk to strangers and accept gifts from them.  Stopping a thief is as easy as telling them to “stop” and there will be no repercussions for breaking the law.  And it’s easy to reconcile your parent’s abandonment with a banana and a rollercoaster ride.  Dangerous lessons indeed.  But I guess that is why Dora’s theme song goes along so well with the horrible themes of this show, “Duh, duh, da, duh Dora.  Duh, duh, da, duh Dora.” 
Maybe next time we can talk about Wubbzy's message of being a useless lazy member of society and how it makes you cool.

Friday, April 13, 2012

E-mails from an Unhappy Angry Woman

Probably the picture that warranted me the most threats
Go check it out, most of them are still there.
Those of you who follow my Facebook page, Grumpy Cynical Thirtysomething, may have noticed that in the past month that I've spent a lot of that time upsetting a lot of people.  I had an idea to take publicly available pictures from various local websites and add some of my own captions to them.  It's not hard to find some pretty embarrassing pictures of people from the Tri-Cities, I won't give up my sources but it's not hard to figure out.  I recieved a lot of interesting comments and messages over it varying from "get my sister off your page" or "that's my fiance" or my favorite "Well I guess that makes me a celebrity."  One gentleman even invited me to his "hood" and offered to stomp my ass into the ground and slit my throat.  I respectfully declined his offer. 

I just like making people happy
Most of this was done in a public manner through the comments section but one person decided to personally message me.  I had posted a fairly popular picture of a woman hiking her leg up perfectly vertical with a skirt on with her child in the background looking on in curiosity.  The first time I posted it I didn't blur the faces out and I was contacted and told to remove it.  I did as I was asked and removed it, blurred the faces, and put it right back up.  Which then prompted this series of wonderful correspondences between myself and this anonymous woman.  I only thought it fair to share these e-mails so everyone else could enjoy them as much as I did. 

(Note:  These are completely unaltered except for the removal of her name.  Everything else is 100% verbatim)

Unhappy Angry Woman: 
I told I once to take my pic down I have spook with the autortys of this
i have contacted facebook and the autortys over this because you have done this more than once to me ur page will be shut down ur smartest thing would be to take it down or i will go forward with leagl actions agenct you do you understand that my lawer has already looked at it and it is harssment and my child is in the back ground of it you have know right putting pics that you had no way of getting on here.

Grumpy: 
Ms. *****, the faces of whoever these pics are of are clearly blurred out. The pic is clearly for the purpose of humor and there is no harm being done here. There is no malice. Also, if this is you, no one would know until you identified yourself on the page. Pictures like this fall under the parody/satire laws. There is no wrong doing in the picture being posted. If there is a problem with me using a picture like this then sites such as People of Walmart, Humorgasms, WTFTattoos, and other similar sites would be shut down. It would probably be easier and better if you could just laugh at it for what it is. It's a funny picture/scenario with TWO blurred out faces and no names attatched to it. I really find it difficult to comprehend why this picture upsets you. People send me funny pictures, stories, and e-mails all the time and this was no different. I'm sorry that you do not find humor in a humorous situation. I would hope that if there was a funny picture of me out there on the internet that people would share it and find joy in it. As a matter of fact, I welcome you to take any picture you find of me and do with it as you please. There are plenty to choose from and it is my gesture of good will to you or anyone else. If you choose not to find joy in it or take me up on my offer, then I urge you to start your own page perhaps demanding the removal of all humorous websites that use photos of non-celebrities in funny situations.

Unhappy Angry Woman: 
i dont care i know it is me and my child and really i dont care of any off the other websites on here i know that this is me and i dont want it on someones page the point is it needs to come down i know alot of people that looks at your page and this was a halloween party that somepeople in my family did not come too and i do not want them to see this it is my body and my kids i would really like you to take it down find someone else to pick on this could cause a lot of prom, in my family bye doing this please take it down i have already deleted on facebook because of you doing it once befor please
and another thing is it was funny at the time for the people that was here when that was going on but it anit funny when you see it on someone else page it dose kind of hurt and i really dont need this stuff going on in my life it cause a lot of drama with family
if it did not have my kid in the back ground i would not be as upset with it but i do not like the pic and it makes me look like a whore when i have been married for 11 years if my husband seen this he would be pissed and i would not here the end of it i really hope you understand my point of veiw with this just please take it down

just please find someones else pics to mess with leave my out of it please

you know it is bad when you have a 10 year old and a 8 year old thats wants to get up and go to church on easter moring and yet i have to set up hafe the nite trying to get a pic on a web site that shopuld have neve been put up there in the 1st place you know you need too tell god ur sorry for keeping me up all nite


Grumpy: 
I assure you that no harm was intended in the posting of this picture. I would never pick on an individual in a public manner like this. If there are certain people that you would like me to block from seeing this picture (family, friends, or whoever) I would gladly do so. Please understand that I'm not intending on being rude and that is why the faces were blurred out. I made sure that there was nothing identifying anyone in this picture as I am acutely aware that a lot of local people look at this page and even people as far as California. Other faces in other pictures are not blurred because they were already public pictures available for anyone to see, but this particular picture was sent to me from another person. The person told me that I could use it as I saw fit. The initial picture didn't have the faces blurred out and was promptly taken down. I apologize for any hurt that people may have thrown on you, they are silly, humorless sad people.
I'll consult myself on taking the picture down.

Unhappy Angry Woman: 
please because there is alot of people that comes to my house and knows that is my house and know that is me and who sent the pic to you

Grumpy: 
I'll make a deal with you. I'll take it down if I can publish our e-mail exchanges. I will remove your name and picture and no one will have to know it is you. I think it would make for an amusing scenario. Sorry about whoever alerted you to the picture and that you are up so late, God is okay with it. How about it?

Unhappy Angry Woman: 
really i dont want nothing to do with you website and how do i know that you will just block my pic and name from me seeing it no i would rather not but i will make a deal with you i do have so reall good pics from when i was in high school of somepeople that is on your page i will send you in the next few days you will have to let me dig them out
just tell me who sent the pic to you of me

And then I fell asleep for awhile because it was indeed late, I didn't respond to her for the next 12 hours until I got this. 

Unhappy Angry Woman: 
u tank the pic down now and dont show my face or email and u can post the emails but if i find my face or my name back up here or get a call from a friend i will contact my lawer
well name 
i ask u to take it down now the next time you here from me will be in court
unless you take it down now no posting the emails we have snt too each other i was going to be nice about it but u could not do anything that was right i have made a copy of the emails we have sent and i have sent them to my lawer in email

Grumpy: 
You are getting pretty snippy, I will take it down for now because I don't like threats. Wouldn't a court find it funny that you were willing to throw your friends under the bus to get your picture off of here? Anyway, I'll take it down from the page. You are now free to get your panties out of a bunch.

Unhappy Angry Woman: 
i never said that they was my friends and thank you very much
  • you dont know how much better i fill for you saying that and just to let you know i will send you some pics i think you will like that are really funny can you do youtube on ur page i will help you with pics and keep your web page being funny just for doing the right thing

  • and just to let you know i dont have any friends but one that i trust the rest of them are crap friend dont trun there back on you when something gose bad and friends dont make fun of you



  • Grumpy:  Dearest Ms. *****, you have provided me with much entertainment.  I appreciate your candor and threats.  But now I must really stop our correspondence because my eyes hurt, please rest assured that I will not name you nor use your face in any picture.  You will remain a mystery, but make sure to subscribe to my page and see if you can get upset over anything else in the future.  I feel we haven't spoke for the last time.

    I haven't heard anything from her since because I did take down the picture for the time being.  Everything else is completely public if you want to check out the other awesome people who hate me. 

    Monday, April 9, 2012

    "Save the Cocks" by guest writer Anonymous PETA member

    Once again I've been approached by another controversial figure wanting to put their message out on my blog.  I didn't want to do it at first but after the success and outpouring of support shown to Mr. Santorum from his guest column, I knew that I had to do the right thing.  I have had my issues with PETA in the past but when they offered me a set of Pamela Anderson's discarded silicone breast implants autographed by Ms. Anderson herself, I couldn't refuse.  The PETA member did not want to be publicly identified for fear of retaliation from chicken farmers and the Vatican assassins, so she opted to be anonymous and said that she speaks for all of PETA.  So here you go, PETA's plea against Easter.


    Baby Chicken Holocaust Suvivor
    We all know about the Holocaust and the massacre of the Jews in Germany in the 1940’s.  We have heard of the Armenian Genocide of 1915.  We have learned a lot lately of the child soldiers, murders, and rapes in parts of Africa led by people like Kony, General Butt Naked, and Charles Taylor.  All of these are marked as atrocities and are talked about in school and in social media but we are ignoring one of the biggest massacres in the world that happens once every year in the Spring.  I’m talking about the systematic extermination of billions of baby chickens for the amusement of children in this tradition known as Easter.  We here at PETA are appalled at the violence that we see spread out across the United States on this so called sacred holiday.  You may see a colorfully decorated egg that you’ve hidden for your child amongst the bushes but we see a hard boiled chicken abortion covered in graffiti being hunted by a chubby fingered demon. 

    I have sat in my studio apartment today crying with sadness and anger just thinking about all of the chickens who will never have a chance at life.  Chickens have become to America what Jews where to Hitler.  The corporations are committing mass genocide of these beautiful, sweet, soft feathered friends every day and everyone sits back and watches.  There is no action being taken.  Well, thank Buddha & Krishna for PETA because we are the voice of the voiceless chickens.  We will unite and fight as we always do.  We will fight to “Save the Cocks”.  We will be sending our youngest, barely legal, beautiful women onto the most crowded streets in Los Angeles and New York carrying our message emblazoned onto their naked painted bodies.  We will rally in front of many microphones to any news organization that will listen.  Michael Stipe and Dave Navarro have agreed to collaborate on a PETA charity single entitled “Save the Cocks (for everyone)” and will perform at each rally.  Pamela Anderson and Khloe Kardashian have already agreed to do the photo/print campaign in which they will both appear nude while petting a large rooster. 

    PETA will not stop there.  We know no boundaries.  We will not be silenced.  We are in the process of filing a lawsuit against the Pope, the Catholic Church, and all of Christianity to stop this barbaric ritual.  They started it.  They are the ones who set the wheels in motion when they set out to assist in the annihilation of our feathered friends by attacking their unborn chicken children.  We are demanding that not only will the practice of boiling and coloring eggs be banned but that the Easter holiday be replaced and renamed to honor the memory of the billions of sacrificed baby chickens.  We want Easter to be renamed Memorial Baby Chicken Genocide Holocaust Remembrance Day so that every year we can set aside a day to cry and mourn the countless chicken miscarriages that have been carried out in years past. 

    If you haven’t already, please join our cause.  We need your support, and by support I mean donations, and by donations I mean your money.  All that we ask is that you donate a small $100K per year.  Every $100K counts, don’t think that your $100K won’t help.  We need that money to recruit young impressionable pretty girls at local liberal arts colleges who are willing to parade around naked in front of strangers with cameras.  We need that money to plaster our ads in every magazine, newspaper, and on-line blog within human site.  We need that money to pay our salaries, it’s expensive being a picky vegan.  We assure you that we will use at least 30% of every dollar donated to our cause to establish our Tofu manufacturing company, Tofu-ku.  But the 2nd most important thing you can do today is remember to share this story, to spread PETA’s message of chicken love.  Knowledge is power.  Let the world know that neither you nor PETA will stand behind this yearly slaughter and shout out the rallying cry, “SAVE THE COCKS!!!”

    Friday, March 30, 2012

    "Save the Babies" by guest writer, Mr. Santorum

    I've heard that it's a good thing to allow people with opposing views or different perspectives to write on your blogs every now and then.  It's a way to keep you in check and see things in a different light.  So when Mr. Santorum recently contacted me about writing an article I was at first a little skeptical but I thought he should have his fair say.  So I gave him a spot today and out of the kindness of my heart I even made him some campaign posters as well.  Enjoy!


    Hello America, I wanted to take this time to discuss something very near and dear to my heart with you today and before I get started I just wanted to extend my thanks to Grumpy, a true American, for giving me a voice on his blog.
    We are not doing enough to stop this outrageous birth control nonsense.  We are limiting ourselves to standing outside the White House, writing our senators, and holding up signs of dead fetuses outside of abortion clinics.  Those liberals are trying to steal our rights to make babies.  Obama doesn’t want you to have babies.  He wants to crawl inside of every uterus across this great nation and poison it with chemical baby-melters that attack the man’s precious life giving seed.  We need to send the message to Washington that we will not participate in this government sanctioned genocide.  But we are still missing something, there is a bigger threat that’s being ignored.

    We don’t need to just protest the abortion clinics, we don’t need to simply protest the birth control mandate, we need to bring our strength and our voices down to a micro-level.  What I’m asking you Americans to do is take to the streets, go to the Wal-Marts, the Walgreens, Targets, and any other place that sells the deadly, dangerous baby catchers known as condoms and demand that they be taken off the shelves.  That’s right America, you haven’t even looked at the bigger picture.  Everyday men across this great nation of ours are putting on these devices to prevent making sweet precious babies.  Where is the outrage over that?  Shouldn’t we be just as up in arms over the sale of these latex weapons of mass destruction as we are over Obama’s uterus invasion?  Yes we should!!  We can no longer stand idly by while men everywhere are out there buying these semen incinerators.  I want Durex, Trojan, and Magnum to hear the voice of America.  I want them to know that we abhor their practices and their products.  I want to see every American holding up signs of cute little babies outside of Wal-Mart.  Let our voices be heard!!

    I will be proposing a bill to outlaw any waste of reproductive resources to help stop this terrible practice.  Children are our future and as we all know there are simply too few people out there reproducing and making new ones.  I know that the liberal media will talk about overpopulation and population control.  What a bunch of poppycock!!  There can never be enough of these adorable little bundles of money hungry joy.  Babies keep America running.  What are we going to tell the hard working people at Gerber and Pampers when they have no more babies to feed or catch poop?  Without these babies, billions of people would be out of work.  It’s not a theory, it’s a fact.  I would even call it science, if I believed in that type of thing.  People that want any sort of population control are just trying to steal your freedom of loving babies.  Do you want to live in that type of America?  I know I don’t.  So in my proposed bill, the National Defense of Baby Production Freedom Act, I will attempt to put a stop to these filthy condoms, these chemical bombs called birth control, abortion, and any other medieval contraption or practice that keeps  new babies from entering this fantastic world of ours.  You might be asking yourself right now, “Mr. Santorum, what about the practice of men spilling their seed or women menstruating?”  Well, I’ve got that written into my bill, friend.  Under my proposed law, any man caught or rumored to be pleasuring himself without the presence of his wife will be breaking the law and subject to fines and even jail time if he’s a multiple offender.  As for women’s menstruation, I have scientists working on a process, that will be mandated, that will eliminate the woman’s need to menstruate.  I’m not sure what all that will entail, but I’ve been assured that it will be 100% safe and effective. 

    So what am I asking you to do America?  It’s simple.  Organize, protest, sign petitions, and when my bill comes up for the vote I want you out in the streets again campaigning for it.  Let all the naysaying baby-haters know the truth, show them the err of their ways, lead them to the ballot box, show them where to check “yes”, and show them what freedom is all about. 

    Tuesday, March 27, 2012

    Welcome to East TN, You're Welcome!

    I’ve been told to write more about my hometown and other local happenings lately.  It has been suggested to me that perhaps I should make my blog a little more positive.  Well, to those people I say, “Here you go”.  I combined the two thoughts and have made what I hope to be a continuing collection of wonderful pictures of all the great entertainment that our area provides.  I scoured Facebook and other media sites to find some of the best pictures and present them to you.  I have many readers in areas outside of TN and I feel that they are being deprived of all the rich culture that is provided here.  Consider this a insiders glimpse into the wonderfulness of East Tennessee, you’re welcome. 
    Here we have a lovely lady patronizing one of our fabulous local clubs.  Many people go to these clubs to find their future mates.  I can't begin to tell you the number of successful, healthy relationships that have been born directly from meeting someone at a bar.  I'm sure it's something like 95% of all happily married couples meet in establishments such as this.  Well our lady here is no different, she's just a woman who likes to let it all hang out looking for love.  She puts it all out there and will accept nothing but the best.  Notice the"come hither" look in her eyes, the light caress of her lips, and the thrusted out hips that seem so inviting.  Interested yet?
    Not only do our local establishments offer fine dining, wine tasting, and dancing but they also incorporate fun activities like costume parties.  The Halloween parties thrown in this area are legendary.  They provide the normally conservative citizens of our area a chance to let their hair down and go a little wild.  Just take a look at these two lovely ladies to your right and the fabulous pregnant nurse clown below.  I'm sure throughout the week they are normally dressed down accountants or business owners but on a Kingsport Halloween, they truly get to go wild.




    Want to get a little wilder?  Oh we can go wilder.  Some of the hottest late night spots in the area provide the risque entertainment that only the most discerning adult desires.  We have Wet T-Shirt competions, Sexy Beach Babe Bikini contests, and a variety of other discreet adult activities.  We live in a small area so you don't have to worry about your business being put out there for the world to see.  There would never be a website dedicated to putting out embarassing pictures of people in these world famous night clubs.  Discretion is a priority.  Below you will find some examples of the sexy hotness going on at this very moment in the Tri-Cities:

    She won't let pregnancy
    keep her down.


    It takes a lot of work to look this good in a bikini, but
    boy does she sure know how to work it.
    Join in on the fun with the World Famous Hog Wild Wet T-Shirt Competion










    He's only 33 and look at how he likes
    to take care of young people.  You
    can find him and many just like him
    in East Tennessee.
    I know I've went on and on about all the stuff that the fellas can enjoy but I'm sure you ladies are wondering, "But Sleepy, whats in East Tennessee for me?"  I'm glad you asked because I'm going to answer.  Lucky for you, the Tri-Cities is filled with nice men who can look past a woman's age, who can treat her like a lady, and perhaps give her the gift of a baby.  Like this gentleman here: 




    Also for the ladies that like the same risque adult entertainment like the gentlemen do, we have a not quite world famous stripping mens' dance squad, HeteroJoes.  They do regular performances at the local clubs in between meals and not working out.  Check them out, they are free entertainment and will probably gladly escort you back to your hotel room.



    All of these pleasures are at the tip of her hands and a plane or car ride away.  I hope that you will come to visit on your next vacation.


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    Sunday, March 18, 2012

    Time-Murdering Supermarket Trolls: Insane Coupon Clippers and other unstable people

    I know that our economy is in the crapper.  I know that we all have to watch what we spend, conserve, and consume.  I get these things, I really do but there are people who take it to the extreme.  I have tried to think of a name for these annoying people that I find every time I go to Wal-Mart or the gas station or Target and I just couldn’t think of a proper and fitting name until today.  Henceforth anyone who inconveniences another for savings, anyone who haggles the price of a box of Twinkies, anyone who brings the entire Sunday paper with them to the grocery store, anyone with the last name Kardashian who clips coupons, or anyone buying the $1 lottery tickets compulsively and checking the chances of winning on each scratcher before purchasing them will now be known as Time Murdering Supermarket Trolls.  I know that it is simple and “troll” is already used for internet douchery but I couldn’t think of anything more fitting for these people.

    Two incidents are what finally put me over the edge and made me write about it and give them a name (usually I just called them a variety of derogatory curse words).  First, was yesterday at a gas station in Virginia.  I know that the motto is “Virginia is for lovers” but I think it’s more along the lines of “Virginia:  Home of Sad Desperation.”  As I was standing in line to pay for my gas I was held up by one of my least favorite humans that inhabit gas stations; the lottery player.  Usually the lottery player just annoys me because they will immediately scratch their ticket at the counter, even though it says not to, and redeem whatever they’ve won for more tickets.  And yes, of course, this happened but this new breed of lottery player took it to another level.  He was asking the cashier to check the “chances” on each ticket before purchasing them.  “Excuse me?” the confused looking cashier said.  “Yeah, I just want to have the best chances of winning, I don’t want to lose money if I don’t have to” he laughingly replied.  “Then don’t buy the damn lottery ticket, you moron!!”I thought to myself.  I waited for 5 minutes behind this guy and all the while I’m thinking, “He’s murdering me.  He is killing me in tiny increments.  He is sucking away my life by betting on cheap lottery tickets.”   The cashier was visibly annoyed, other people in line were visibly annoyed, and I was getting verbally annoyed.  I kept muttering small insults under my breath and finally let out a loud, “Dear Jesus!!”  He looked at me quizzically and I just smiled.  After about another 30 seconds he was done.  But I wondered for the rest of the afternoon, who goes to those lengths for the sake of such little money?  Time murdering Supermarket Trolls, that’s who!! 

    The 2nd incident was today at Wal-Mart (big surprise, right?).  I went in the morning, which I never do because I like to go late at night and observe the nocturnal mutants, that plus there is a heck of a lot less people there.  So I get my wee bit of groceries and find what seems to be a short line.  It was one man and an average sized buggy full of groceries and assorted crap.  He didn’t look like a troll; he was average looking, unassuming even.  But as he started unloading his stuff onto the track, I saw him pull out a list…and then what appeared to be every ad from the Sunday paper.  Why is he doing that I wondered?  Well, if you didn’t know Wal-Mart has a normally good policy of price comparison.  If you bring in an ad that has the same item for less at another store, Wal-Mart will honor that price.  I think usually people use it for items like TVs, Blu-Ray players, or maybe one or two items; this I can live with.  I’ve even done it before on a couple of DVDs when I was buying groceries there anyway.  But this guy, much like lottery ticket guy, took it to the extreme.  As each item went into the cashier’s hand, he would say, “Oh hold on, let me see if there’s a better price for that” and then proceeded to rummage through what seemed like 50 pages of ads looking for that one item.  It was this part that bothered me more than anything.  He hadn’t even planned it out; he did not have the foresight to do his research before coming there.  I looked around hoping to find another, shorter line but it was all lined up everywhere I saw.  So I had to stick it out and watch as he went page through page and item through item.  After nearly 10 minutes, I saw what I thought was the light at the end of the tunnel when it was down to two boxes of Twinkies but nay that is where the real fun began.  He pulled out his proverbial time murdering knife and tried to combine two ads from two separate stores to get his Twinkies at a bargain.  He had something from Kroger selling Twinkies for like $2.89 per box and an ad from Target for buy 1 get 1 free, so he wanted to pay $2.89 and get one free.  The cashier, probably without realizing it, let out an audible sigh and a roll of the eyes.  She told him she would have to ask a manager and get their approval for something like that and that it wasn’t likely that she would be able to do it.  She even offered to give it to him for the buy one get one price which was $3.19 but he wouldn’t accept and told her that he had time to wait for a manager.  At this point I wanted to pull my own eyeballs out and shove sewing needles into my ears, he was haggling over .30 cents.  What was he going to do with that extra .30 cents?  Was he going to find a cure for cancer?  Was he going to pay his daughters college tuition?  Or perhaps he was going to buy that diamond ring his wife had been so desperately wanting.  I don’t know what it was but he had determination.  As we were standing there waiting another couple walked up behind me with their buggy and I warned them, I said, “You may as well pick the longest line you can find and get in it and when you check out you can look back over here and laugh at me standing in the same place.”  The wife leaned in and asked what was going on, I gave her the run down and that he was simply a cheap troll trying to steal everyone’s time away.  She laughed, told her husband and they moved on.  After 5 more minutes waiting, the manager came over to the register and the troll explained what he wanted.  Now if I was the manager at this point, I would put the Twinkies in his bag and tell him, “This one’s on me, buddy” and send him on his way.  Unfortunately for me, this manager tried and successfully got the man what he wanted. 

    He got his combined coupons or whatever you want to call it, good for him but bad for the rest of us.  What’s going to happen when he tells all the other Time-Murdering Supermarket Trolls that he scammed Wal-Mart for .30 cents?  Dear God, they will head there in droves with Sunday papers in hand.  They will slowly kill the rest of us with their cheapskate, trolly, douchery.  We will spend hours in line in order for some troll to save .50 cents on some razors.  It will be mass, boring, time-sucking chaos. 

    Maybe I’m overshooting this but a small version of this already goes on.  I’m all for saving money but the coupon clipping, price comparison crap is getting out of hand.  People dedicate huge swaths of time to this.  They are neglecting their children so they can scour the paper or the internet for a .30 cent coupon for diapers.  They are forgetting to feed their dogs and killing them while trying to save a quarter on the next bag of dog food.  I’m good at finding deals because that’s the way I was raised, we just knew what to look for but we weren’t going to waste an entire morning trying to save a grand total of $2.30 on a $124.00 grocery bill.

    So what do we do?  How can we stop these people?  Public shame; that’s how.  When all was said and done with the Wal-Mart troll today, I stopped him for a moment and asked, “So after all that, how much did you save?  I’ve got to know.”  He proudly looked at his receipt and proclaimed, “I saved $3.15 on the whole bill!”  And he was genuinely proud of himself.  We waited in line and went through the process for 15 total minutes in order for him to save $3.15 on a bill of $86.  “Wow, that sure is something man.  That’s some pretty crafty shopping you did.  Way to stick it to the man, right?”  I said with every bit of irony and sarcasm that I could muster.  He looked at me for a moment, didn’t answer, hung his head, and walked away.  Maybe he’ll think about it next time before he sucks 15 minutes off of someone else’s life.  But probably not, he probably went to whatever online couponing network he is a part of and bragged about his big take and his loyal minions of fellow trolls are gearing up to hit a grocery store near you.  So be prepared and arm yourself with “Shame Bombs” to throw at them, if we all join together we can maybe stop this coupon-clipping nightmares and make them realize that they don’t need the damn Twinkies anyway.

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    Thursday, March 8, 2012

    Why Doctors are Gangsters

    As I often do, I like to write about the absurd things that happen in life.  Some things are blatantly absurd like bath salts, Rick Santorum, and internet trolls but other issues and scenarios in life are covered under the guise of reasonable and accepted practice when in all reality, when you start to put the pieces together, they are just as ridiculous as Michelle Bachmann’s husband claims of being heterosexual.  One of the most absurd, vile, widely practiced and accepted issues we have here in our country is the whole healthcare system.  I know that healthcare is vitally important to us all.  We have to have someone take care of us when we get cancer or need our leg amputated.  We need trained, well-studied, experienced doctors to diagnose our ills and prescribe the proper medicine to make us all better.  I accept these truths but after a lot of careful observation and contemplation lately I’ve found that these truths also make the healthcare system one of the largest organized “legal” criminal institutions (only second to the government) in our nation.  The entire set-up is just about as gangster as it gets.  From hospitals to doctors to insurance to radiology to clinics all across the board, they are all in a way scamming you and milking you for every dollar that they possibly can.  I don’t necessarily believe that every healthcare worker is in on it and I feel that some really have no choice or voice in the matter; they are just another cog in the giant wheel of obscene money.  I can say this because my wife is a nurse and she really has no voice in what goes on, sure she takes the information about the patient and tells the doctor what is going on and then takes care of the patient but she can’t really determine the path of treatment and what all it will entail; she is a cog in the machine. 

    The best and most recent example that really got me thinking about this was based around a family member of mine who has gone through some extensive back issues.  Since I don’t want to actually use her name in the fear that her doctors might possibly read this and in turn treat her even worse, I will call her “Beulah” and leave it at that.  So Beulah has had a history of back problems over the past 4 to 5 years.  She has had 3 ruptured discs, sciatica, degenerative disc disease, back surgery, and most recently a small spinal fracture (don’t worry she isn’t paralyzed or anything but it causes a great deal of pain).  Back pain is a broad subject and often easily dismissed by doctors until there is absolute proof showing an injury.  Try going to the ER and telling them you have “back pain” or “back spasms” and notice that you’ll get a look of doubt and/or suspicion.  It’s understandable to a point why there is skepticism when someone makes that claim because of all the stupid “seekers”.  Seekers is the affectionate name bestowed upon people who go to the ER or multiple doctors claiming pain and simply wanting a good shot of morphine and a script of Loratabs but have no real pain or issues to speak of.  Seekers screw up so much for the rest of the people with actual issues.  But I digress, Beulah has many noted back problems and thus has to undergo many tests, see many specialists, and the newest escapade, she went to a pain clinic. 

    Here is the first part of the entire medical scam:  When Beulah’s back first started giving her problems common sense dictated to her that she needed to see a doctor.  The problem with this is you cannot use your God given logic and just make yourself an appointment with a back specialists or a neurosurgeon, no, you have to go to your primary care doctor who then has to refer you to a specialist.  So already you are looking at two different doctors’ bills right off the bat.  The primary care doctor is fairly helpless in helping Beulah and can only give her some highly addictive pain medication to deal with the crippling discomfort of her jagged back.  The primary care doctor could maybe order an MRI but she’d probably rather pass that along to the specialist that will take at least another week to get in with.  So now you have a good week to be dependent on these new narcotics while awaiting the specialist.  Every day Beulah and millions of others have to deal with this.  It’s comparable to putting a Band Aid on hollow point bullet wound, sure it will stop some of the bleeding but ultimately it’s still going to bleed and not fix anything.   So assuming that the primary care doctor didn’t order an MRI (which would also be billed separately through another medical group, bill #3 if you’re keeping count), Beulah arrives at the specialist and the doctor is able to ask some questions, feel around on the back, see what the reflexes are like, and check the range of motion but says, “Well, it looks like you have some issues but we can’t really tell anything until we see an MRI or CT scan so let me order that and we’ll schedule you a follow up appointment with our office.”  Now wouldn’t it be convenient if inside of an office that requires almost 99% of its patients to have and MRI, that it actually had an MRI machine?  Of course it would!!!  But that’s not where the money is at and here is where some more of the “gangster” stuff happens.

    The specialist knows that they have no MRI machine there in the office but they will have to send Beulah to a radiologist group which they are affiliated with.  We can call it profit sharing, or as I like to call it monopolizing.  Neither Beulah nor you can tell the doctor, “Hey, I’d like to go to this place to have it done.  It’d be more convenient for me.”  The special doctor has worked out a deal through his office to use the services of this other radiologist office exclusively.  Of course getting that all important MRI scheduled is going to take at least another week to get in and then 3 or 4 days to get the results sent back to the specialist who will then call Beulah and schedule another appointment to discuss these results in another 3 or 4 days.  So now she is up to bill #4 because of the follow up.  The follow up doesn’t go so well, it shows some new disc protrusions and ruptures and fractures.  The option of surgery is once again presented which could take 2 or 3 more weeks to schedule. So in the meantime, Beulah is given more powerful narcotics to ease her pain until this surgery is done.  Beulah complains that she would like some more timely results; she has already waited 4 weeks since this whole fiasco started.  So the specialist refers her to another specialist, a doctor at a pain clinic which can see her in a matter of a 3 more days.

    So another bill, #5 I think, is going to be racked up by Beulah.  The pain clinic is a very diligent, methodical, cold place where caring and giving a damn are pretty low on the priorities totem pole.  They have very strict rules about filling out paper work, timing, and other miscellaneous tedious tasks to do before even coming into their office.  Beulah’s original appointment was set at 2 pm and was told to arrive 15 minutes early because of paper work but preferably an hour if possible.  Why can the information not be sent from doctor to doctor?  Couldn’t the previous specialist just send all of the paper work filled out for their office onto the pain clinic?  Of course it could, but that would involve caring, logic, and convenience which as we are slowly learning is completely out of the question.  Unfortunately for Beulah she gets a little lost trying to find this pain clinic because it is not clearly marked on the building, I guess because it just doesn’t sound that appealing, and arrive right at 2 pm.  Beulah explains the issue to the receptionist and apologizes but alas it doesn’t matter.  She is told that not only will she not be seen because of the inadequate time to fill out paper work but she will also be charged for “wasting their time slot”.  Now, I’ve been to my fair share of doctors and I know with more certainty than death and taxes that no one ever gets seen at their appointed time.  No one in the history of man or medicine has any patient walked through the door at their appointed time and not had to wait.  And I’m not even talking about just the waiting in the lobby but the waiting once the patient is back in the examination room too.  As a patient you are looking at 30 minutes bare minimum worth of waiting at each appointment.  I went with Beulah to this particular appointment, as any good friend would do, and I pointed that out to the receptionist after Beulah walked away out of pure anger.  I said, “Come on, she was here at the time and we both know that the doctor wasn’t going to fly in at 2:01 and start checking her out.  She could spend all of that waiting time filling the stuff out.  Wouldn’t that work?”  All I got out of the robot woman was a “No, sorry we can’t do that”.  I hate hearing that phrase because we know a lot of things that can and can’t be done.  Like I know that I can’t sprout wings and start to fly around and sing the love ballads of Barry White because that is actually impossible.  But in a situation like Beulah was in, it was obvious that I had found a practical solution where everyone could be happy.  Unfortunately we don’t live in a “grey” society or a society that allows a little leeway in the rules.  Everything is “this is the way it is and that’s that”.  People are too scared to think outside of their retarded box that was built by their boss.  She couldn’t just concede that I had just made sense and let Beulah be seen.  So of course she has to reschedule.

    On the next visit Beulah obviously doesn’t want to go alone because of the way things wound up the previous time and she asks me to go.  We arrived at the standard, carved in stone time of 15 minutes early and avoided the problem with robosecretary.  But guess what, we sat in that stupid lobby for 30 minutes before being taken to a room in which we waited another 20 minutes!!!  I love being right but I hate when I’m right about things that suck.  Beulah spends 20 minutes explaining everything that is going on with her back to this PA (physician’s assistant), she gives every grueling detail to her and the PA pretends she is paying attention and taking notes but probably really just writing out a grocery list.  The PA responds to all the questions and then tells Beulah that she will now report to the doctor what’s going on and that he’ll be in shortly.  So there has now been 15 minutes of paperwork that she has filled out explaining her issues plus 20 minutes explaining the same issues to a PA, and now the doctor walks in and says, “So, you’re having some discomfort in your back?  Why?”  I wanted to scream, “Did you not just look at all that paperwork and listen to your assistant about all the problems or are you too stupid to comprehend simple things that my 10 year old could tell you!!”  Needless to say, she attempted to explain her problems all over again but in the douchy doctor move, he cut her off.  He didn’t want to look at any MRIs or X-rays nor did he want to hear about anything else.  He told her that he wanted to get her a psych exam so that she could start on a regimen of OxyContin and morphine.  That’s the answer?  More drugs that are ten times more dangerous and addictive than what Beulah was already taking?  Awesome!!

    Both Beulah and I were livid, well she was more livid and I was more annoyingly amused at the stupidity that he was showing, and she told him that she wasn’t going to take a psych exam nor did she want to take OxyContin or morphine.  “Well, I can’t treat you then” he said and immediately I could see that he shut himself down from any further conversation or rationalizing.  Beulah was asking about immediate things that could be done like an epidural steroid injection or a TENS unit or physical therapy because she already was given narcotics that she didn’t want to take by the other doctors which wasn’t helping her.  He said that he “didn’t like” doing things like that, he preferred the pharmaceutical route and that if she didn’t want to go that way then he couldn’t help her.  This was that “Zen moment of clarity” for me that truly told me what gangsters some of these doctors really are.  OxyContin is a drug that almost immediately creates dependence in the user.  Oftentimes once a patient has been prescribed a drug like that it is almost a guarantee that they will be on it for years to come if not for the rest of their lives.  So the doctor, like a crack dealer, knows that if they can just get you take a little taste that they will have you for life because the patient would have to continue seeing that doctor’s office (which is a new bill each time) plus they will be taking their drug (which these doctors have deals with for selling).  And let’s say that one day a patient decides that they want to get off of OxyContin, that it’s just too bad for them and is ruining their life, well don’t worry Dr. Gangster Drug Dealer has another solution for you!!  The doctor would then send their victim to a methadone clinic which “helps” people come off of drugs such as heroin, OxyContin, and other powerful narcotics/opioids.  How crazy is that?  The same thing to get one off of illegal street heroin is the same thing used to get off of legal, doctor prescribed OxyContin.  You might think, “Well, it doesn’t matter.  It’s still a good thing because it’s getting people off of these dangerous drugs” but you’d be wrong.  Methadone is just as addictive and people that go to these clinics pay a fee every week to get their medicine and if they miss a dose they are in horrible withdrawals.  I know a couple of people that have had to drive an hour and a half to the nearest methadone clinic for the last 9 years every week.  What’s the point?

    Either way we look at it, the doctors are making money by finding creative revenue streams.  They use specialists, radiologists, surgeons, and worst of all drugs as ways to filter in cash to their giant money hole.  In the long scenario that I just lined out, it was a total of 4 doctors and offices that Beulah had to go to.  If she would have accepted the fate of getting a psych exam plus starting the OxyContin treatment it would’ve been 5 or 6 different doctors, all armed with their own detailed bills.  Please don’t feed me the garbage about insurance and Obamacare or RomneyCare or IDon’tCare because no matter whose plan is in effect you still have to go through way too many flaming hoops to get any issue taken care of.  As it stands today, Beulah still has no scheduled back surgery; she has her original prescription of painkillers, and is going through extreme pain every day.  To me it seems completely unnecessary, the doctors could easily get their heads together and fix problems but they are being dictated by the money lust that has destroyed their logic. 

    ***Now that I’ve wrote all of this, karma will come back and give me SuperCancer and a spinal fracture that leaves me paralyzed and the doctors will completely ignore me and shoot a giant air bubble into my IV as they walk away laughing.