In case you missed the most recent shot heard round-the-world series, Jose' Canseco (former roided-up, dumber than a bag of rosin, home-run slugger of the Oakland Athletics), blew his middle finger off while cleaning a loaded gun several days ago. Seizing an opportunity for some sensationalized, much-needed publicity, he took to Twitter (obviously by the use of his thumbs), to share all the gory details...including posting gross and graphic pictures. Jose' also managed to schedule an interview during with Inside Edition whereby he breaks down crying for the cameras... pretending that he only cared about the safety of his fiance’....RIGHT! Then just yesterday, he tweets again that his re-attached finger fell off during a poker tournament! And the news channels pick this stuff up and post it everywhere.
What in the name of Hammerin Hank is going on here folks?
Why is this news-worthy? Who really cares that Jose' Canseco tossed his mangled, rotten finger in the pot while anteing up at a Poker Tournament just days after he blows it off ? Beyond that, why would Jose' think that anyone would care? What is someone's reasoning and justification in exploiting such a serious, graphic and personal event, other than shameless self-promotion and shock value? And I call "foul" that his only feeling afterward was thankfulness that his fiance' wasn't hurt. Had he winged her during the incident, he would have tweeted her out like a pimp - just to garner attention and publicity for himself.
So batter-up Bash Brother! Here's some unsolicited advice and finger-food for thought for "Jose' can you see" Canseco!
Strike One: Hey Jose', there's no crying in baseball! This includes after you're retired and when no one cares about ANYTHING you're doing or have to say.
Strike Two: Just as you shouldn't have played with a loaded, roided-up bat throughout your MLB career, you (of all people), shouldn't play with loaded guns you testosterone-laden, ego-inflated doofus! Please refrain from any more desperate attempts for publicity by not posting more pictures or tweets about your blown-off finger...or personal life in general for that matter.
Strike Three: How about just living out the rest of your life quietly by finding a purpose like helping others avoid making the same stupid, thick-headed choices that you did.
Game Over....Curmudgeon Out!
P.S. If you want to see how weird this guy really is, CLICK HERE and read down his twitter feed. Make sure to scroll down to around the 15th post...where he tweets and I quote: “If Earth can control the comet transport system, we will run the Milkyway! Think about that “
"Things are not as bad as they seem - they are worse!" - Bill Press
Today is our country’s mid-term election day. I don’t know about you, but the candidates where I live are slim pick-ins. The primary ones make me want to puke when they regurgitate their over-rehearsed, verbal vomit - and the other candidates are mostly nondescript, barely able to make enough noise to even familiarize voters with their names...much less their stance on the issues. But this is AMERICA...land of the free, home of the brave and the Republic for which I stand. Therefore, I consider it my rightful privilege and duty to educate myself on the candidates best I can, (and their platforms), and to vote my conscience and for my beliefs. I encourage you all to do the same!
Considering the lackluster candidates on these mid-term ballots - along with the ones already campaigning for the upcoming 2016 Presidential Election, I’ve decided to throw my political hat in the ring and run for President myself! So look out Harry Reid & John Boehner...there’s soon gonna be a Curmudgeon in the White House that will not hesitate to slap the snotty cynicism out of one of you - and the fake QT orange tan off the other. I believe this act alone will unite the two parties!
Besides that first order of business; however, I would immediately sharpen my Presidential pen and invoke the following Executive Orders to make this a better country:
My name is Curmudgeon...and I approve this message!
“Things are not as bad as they seem...they’re worse!” - Bill Press
Did you see the story about the couple that just got married during a Southwest Flight?
THAT’s RIGHT, Dottie Coven and Keith Stewart decided to be “united” in-flight (at 32,000 feet over Arkansas) on Southwest’s inaugural non-stop service between Nashville and Dallas’ “Love Field”. How appropriate. The nuptials took place in front of 40 family members and friends, along with 100 total strangers and unsuspecting captives on the flight.
Awh....somebody pass me the peanuts so I can puke in my barf-bag!!!
These kinds of publicity stunts and exploitation of private events make me sick. This couple scares me worse than some of the very SW passengers who witnessed the ceremony. And have you seen some of the SW passengers lately? I don’t know about you, but that’s EXACTLY the crowd I’d want to endorse my holy matrimony. What’s next I wonder? Honeymoon on a Greyhound to Galveston?
Oh well...Love is in the Air I guess, so all my best to the newlyweds - along with wishes for non-stop love.
When do we land?
"Things are not as bad as they seem...they're worse!" - Bill Press