Michael Sam Is A Cheat

Let the leftist whining elitist media weeping commence:  Michael Sam has been cut from the St. Louis Rams; he is currently a free agent.  The less-than-stellar player survived some cuts during the preseason, but ultimately he was found wanting and was released.

Now, I don’t follow the NFL that closely because I don’t worship with most Americans in the Temple of the Almighty Sport.  I definitely couldn’t care less about Michael Sam and whether or not he ever makes a team; I mean, the Saints cut Champ Bailey who is a good player, so it’s no surprise that Sam is wallowing around unclaimed (as of this) in free agency.

Of course, the speculation that he wasn’t picked up already by another team because he is a homosexual was floated before the waivers were dry.  And amazingly, Mike Freeman of the Bleacher Report has conceded that part of that problem is the media’s making a circus out of Michael Sam and his homosexuality.

But Freeman comes off as a bleeding heart moron in his article (he may actually be a bleeding heart moron, but I don’t read his column enough to know; his writing ability certainly leaves a lot to be desired).  The media turned Michael Sam into a circus and a crusade; and that would certainly turn me off picking Sam for my squad, even if he were an excellent player (which he isn’t).  The media irrationally and mercilessly crucified Tony Dungy last month because he said he didn’t want the circus they’d created following his team around; but Dungy’s is the smart approach.  And I’m sure the rest of the NFL’s coaches are watching this media frenzy around Sam and saying “To hell with this.”  Especially after seeing the media bully Dungy into line.

Freeman claims the media “deserves part of the blame” because Sam’s not on a team.  He goes on to say:

But let’s also make this clear: Sam not being signed with a team isn’t solely because of the media. Or even mostly. Him not being signed is because of fear, shameful excuse-making and old-fashioned bigotry.

Now, ignoring the appalling grammatical structures from a supposed professional journalist, Freeman places the rest of the blame on fear and bigotry.  Nowhere in his article does he blame Sam, and Sam is the only person to blame here.

Why?  Because Michael Sam deliberately created the media circus.  He instigated it.  He threw down the challenge to the NFL before the draft: “I’m a homosexual, and if you don’t draft me, you’re a bunch of homophobes”.  Oh how the leftist, elitist media swooned over this disrespectful punk.  “How courageous,” they all said.  When he was drafted in the seventh round, they were distraught and finger wagging their displeasure at the NFL: “For shame!  A half-assed homosexual player should have gone much higher!”  He’s lucky to have been drafted at all.  Now it’s come out (pun intended) that Sam isn’t good enough to make the team.  And no one aside from Michael Sam is to blame.  His gamble failed, and rightfully so: he didn’t have the talent to make the grade so he tried to manipulate the system.

The homosexual agenda types should be furious at Sam for cheapening the torch of their cause instead of hailing him a hero.  Advocates for the homosexual community have been busy beating business owners into submission to force them to march in lockstep with what they believe to be the popular opinion, all in the name of desperately wanting validity in their chosen lifestyle.

What’s happened is exactly what happens every time academic liberalism meets reality.  In reality there are winners and losers.  In reality, there is success and failure; and you have to work hard and be the best to be a success or else you fail.

Sam wasn’t good enough to play professionally, and he enlisted a willing media to create a distraction from that fact.  Now he’s been found out.  So he can either wait around for his challenge to be met by another NFL team or he can work to improve his skills and try again.

No one would condemn him for trying again if he tries harder and attempted to make the grade on merit and ability instead of his sexual preferences; Americans are altogether entirely too forgiving when it comes to their sports and the people who play them.  If he tries again, he should tell the media to go  home and let him make it on his own (he won’t, but he should).  That’d be more honest than making it solely on the claim of being the first openly homosexual NFL player.

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A Personal Hell

On my way to work today, I pull up to a stop light to see this:


I died a little inside.


Yep, that’s a public bus in front of a cop.  Two things invented with good intentions that have, in general, been subverted by Beelzebub himself.

Eventually, the bus pulled over to pick up some people (or maybe it broke down) and got out of the way, but the cop didn’t do any such thing until I’d been stopped at several red lights I would have normally made it through. Thanks, Lakewood PD: way to make a difference. Parenthetically, I’ve noticed that the Lakewood PD’s vehicles have number plates ending with EGO. I seriously doubt that’s a coincidence.

Mobile Phone Equipment: A Venn Diagram

This about covers it.

This about covers it.

It’s a lazy post day. I was going to write a piece about how by taking Labor Day off illustrates the seriously stupid nature of unions and labor movements; but instead, I opted to not be annoyed at how unions have ruined America’s workforce and spend the day with my family instead.

So here’s an amusing Venn diagram.

A Good Man?

The Doctor asks Clara “Am I a good man?”

This isn’t an easy question to answer at the best of times.  When the person asking it has just changed his face and you’re not sure exactly who he is anymore, it has to be much more difficult.  And given that Peter Capaldi’s Doctor is facing being injected into one of his biggest enemies and this context of the question is unknown to Clara… Well, it’s understandable why she’d be unable to really give an answer.

Clara doesn’t know this Doctor.  We accept the Doctor as the protagonist and usually that’s easy to classify.  We typically accept that protagonists are the good guys.  The Doctor saves the day; he’s the cavalry; he usually has the knowledge or the idea that gets him and his companions out of the situation they are in.  So the Doctor must be good, right?

That the Doctor faces a Dalek isn’t particularly shocking.  That the Dalek talks of beauty and the futility of trying to eradicate life is.  This Dalek had witnessed the birth of a star; and that, combined with some radiation poisoning, was enough to shift its perspective.  It was an anti-Dalek.  Until, of course, the Doctor fixes the radiation leak that was causing the Dalek to expand his horizons.

But when Clara releases the Dalek’s repressed memories and the Doctor exposes himself to the Dalek what does the Dalek see?  Are the Doctor and the Daleks really opposite sides of the same coin?  Is their common trait hatred?  It was gut wrenching to see the Doctor realize how much like his mortal enemy he is.

I doubt the act of saving your enemy is enough to classify you as a good man.  But Clara’s second answer is as good as any of us can truly hope for.  She says while she doesn’t know if the Doctor is a good man, the fact that he’s trying makes up for the failures.

And I think that’s why we can continue to cheer him on.  I think Capaldi’s Doctor understands he has room to improve.

There’s a lesson in that for all of us.

I Can Fix Society… Maybe

I found this amusing article on Cracked about the eight most wildly irresponsible vintage toys.  Among the contenders on this list are the Gilbert Glass Blowing Set, Gilbert Molten Led Casting, Gilbert Chemistry Set, and the Gilbert Atomic Energy Lab.  Okay, I picked those four out of the eight to mention because they were all sold by the same company.  But I’m sure there were other companies making and marketing similar things because that’s business.

Now despite the dangers of drawing conclusions from a comedy article, this article got me thinking about something: there has to be a reason why society has degenerated to this quivering mass of TV-watching, socialist jello-molds that currently populates The America of Now.

wecandoitThe generation of adults that survived growing up with toys like that grew into a generation that pulled together behind the war cry of We Can Do It.  So what happened?

One of the things I’ve talked about that’s seriously wrong with our country now is that there are so many warning labels.  This is no longer an America of We Can Do It; it’s now an America of You can’t do that, don’t forget to get permission, don’t ask questions, conform, walk in lockstep behind the person in front of you to the showers.  Arbeit Macht Frei.  Big Brother is watching you.  We’ve become the thing, in no small thanks to the same people really, against which all “the Greatest Generation” fought.  They came home, quit fighting, and gave in to it.

Americans are no longer responsible for anything.  Spill coffee in your lap?  McDonald’s is to blame.  Use a lawnmower as a hedge trimmer?  Sears is to blame.  Smoke?  RJ Reynolds is to blame.  To fat?  Trans fat must be the problem.  If we as a society want to get to a better place, we have to stop this lunacy.  Judges have to throw these cases out of court with extreme prejudice.  Because when you buy a coffee, unless you order it on ice (for some stupid reason), it comes hot.  When you buy a lawnmower, it comes with wheels for a reason; the same reason hedge trimmers don’t have wheels.  Because Joe Kool is lighting those smoke for you, right?  And your utter lack of discipline can’t be part of the reason you’re fat, right?

Get rid of the warning labels and let Darwinian principle sort out the problem.

Once a society gives up responsibility for itself, there is no hope.  Because, as you can plainly see, there is no hope after that.  Look around you:  welfare programs feed people too irresponsible to work.  Courts pay people too irresponsible to think, to use the most powerful computing device known to nature.

So while I wouldn’t necessarily advocate playing with actual uranium or lead, I can’t say that letting kids blow glass or learn chemistry (and the risks and reward that are associated with that) can’t be worse than what they’re finding to do now.

Driven: Subaru BRZ

Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to take a Subaru BRZ out for a test drive.

Now typically, I wouldn’t be remotely interested in driving a Scooby because they are massively boring cars. Subarus are prolific in Colorado; the Subaru reliability and all wheel drive platforms are perfectly suited for Colorado weather and drivers, who by choosing a Scooby indicate they’re not interested at all in driving and therefore aren’t any good at it. The upside is, you can spot them pretty easily. The downside is, they’re always going too slowly and in the way and even if you can get around them, there’s another not far ahead who is going slowly and will be in the way.

So, then… I’m not a fan of Subarus.

The BRZ was developed in conjunction with the Toyota GT86 (or as it’s branded here in the US, the Scion FR-S), and for the most part they are the same car. There are a few bits that are styled differently, but for all intents and purposes, they’re the same thing. When I first read about the GT86, I thought it was a great idea. Front wheel drive and AWD is boring. Anyone who’s into driving knows that the perfect recipe for a car is engine in the front, two doors and a manual gearbox in the middle, and drive at the rear. As Jeremy Clarkson put it: Page One, Chapter One of the petrolsexual handbook.


Subaru BRZ in Satin White Pearl (The rain drops are an optional extra).

Let’s get the boring bits out of the way: I drove a 2013 Subaru BRZ Limited. It’s got a two-liter four banger engine producing 200hp, 151 lbs-ft of torque to the rear wheels through a manual six-speed gearbox. So they got the formula right.

The first place I put it through the paces was the onramp which esses quite nicely, and for once there wasn’t someone in front of me going ever so slowly. And it was here that the BRZ really impressed me: the steering is sharp, very responsive. That’s good. But it doesn’t communicate back to you where the wheels are. That’s bad. A little more feel through the steering wheel would have made the car much more communicative, and therefore better than it is.


Isn’t this the face of a puppy who’s happy to see you come home at the end of the day?

The car is engineered to be fun to drive (read to hoon about) without getting yourself in trouble; and it delivers on that promise pretty well. Of course, as a rear-wheel drive car when it gets loose, it will over steer; but getting it to cut loose is harder than I thought it would be. This is probably good because I wouldn’t bet that the driving abilities of most people who’d buy this match up to what they think they are capable of. But when I did break traction, the rear stepped out so progressively that it took nearly no effort to collect the rear and return to a neat and tidy posture.

The boxer engine makes a pretty good noise for a four-cylinder engine. The car is naturally aspirated, another purist’s touch. But competing for your aural enjoyment is the road noise which gives the engine a run for its money, and that’s a pity.

There’s not much interior space: you might want to be on really good terms with your passenger before setting off on a long road trip, and plan for plenty of stops to get out and stretch. There is a rear seat, but it’s a token object to satisfy the insurance companies. Anything bigger than a large small dog is going to be cramped back there. Which is probably okay, because the target audience for this thing is younger men who probably find it difficult to talk to women. So while they’ll have plenty of room in there by themselves, I’d still advise planning to make a lot of stops to stretch on a longer road trip.

Overall, I enjoyed the brief time with the car: I’d give it a tidy 6 out 10. It’s immense fun (if I were judging solely on the fun factor, it’d be an 8/10), but it’s not particularly practical. If I were younger and without a family and couldn’t afford something Bavarian, I’d definitely consider it. Because in so many ways, it ticks all the right boxes without a lot of the risks, or the price, of better cars.

Clouds Over Lakewood

While out on a walk with my wonderful wife, we saw these amazing clouds:

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It looks like there were some master craftsmen at work in the Cloud Factory last night.