Robin Roberts Comes Out. The World Didn’t End.

Yep. I’m gay. Shocking, huh?

This year has been a difficult one for Good Morning America host Robin Roberts who spent a good deal of it fighting a tough battle of cancer.  Yesterday, Roberts posted a message on her Facebook page where she thanked her family and loved ones for their support and acknowledged she is a lesbian.

I am grateful to God, my doctors and nurses for my restored good health.

I am grateful for my sister, Sally-Ann, for being my donor and giving me the gift of life.

I am grateful for my entire family, my long time girlfriend, Amber, and friends as we prepare to celebrate a glorious new year together.

I am grateful for the many prayers and well wishes for my recovery. I return every one of them to you 100 fold.

On this last Sunday of 2013 I encourage you to reflect on what you are grateful for too.

Most greeted Roberts’ revelation with a casual “okay, that’s nice” while some railed against the disclosure.  One super-hetero gender defender wrote of Roberts’ “a shame and a waste of a good woman.”   Lesbians aren’t good women?   That will be news to other lesbians.

Two questions here:  Ask yourself why who Robin Roberts loves is so important to you and if you don’t know her, why is it any of your business in the first place?  I always knew Roberts was playing on the other team and I never cared. Whose shoes are parked under her bed is her business and none of mine.

The only people who will be “shocked” by the news are the same ones who thought Luther Vandross was straight and it was cute when 40-something Michael Jackson happened to enjoy sleep-overs with young boys.  People will go to extraordinary lengths to deceive themselves.

You’ve been getting your news in the morning from a LESBIAN. Who can you trust now?

It’s great that Roberts came out.  From ESPN’s Sportscenter to GMA  she has always been one of the classiest and talented journalists on television It’s one of the bravest things a gay person can do.  All I hope is she’s happy and she encourages other closeted individuals to make 2014 the year they follow her lead.  If only one person who is afraid of living life out n’ proud finds the courage to do so due to Roberts, then I applaud her announcement. Go on with yo’ bad self, R.R.

Robin Roberts has been a role model, a trail-blazer and a survivor. Anyone who would scorn her or rebuke her for declaring she will love who she wants and how she wants really needs to take a look in the mirror and ask themselves why they are so miserable over her happiness.

Anything else is b.s. conversation and background noise.

Robin Roberts has kicked cancer’s ass and after that, handling the homophobic haters from the Church of Phil Robertson shouldn’t be a problem.

“12 Years A Slave” and “Fruitvale Station:” Unforgivable Blackness, Unbearable Bleakness.


Fassbender, Nyong’o, Ejiofor. Practice saying the names now. You might be hearing them Oscar night.

As a freelancer, I used to review movies for a newspaper and I belonged to a local film critics group.  Every year we would make our list of the best movies and argue among ourselves whose list was the most and least credible and I admit that sometimes I may have been influenced by the will of the majority.  After all, I didn’t want to be the one who looked like I didn’t know what was going on.

I’m not part of any critic groups anymore and I only have to see the films that interest me so while I may have missed out by not seeing Blue Is the Warmest Color, Her, Nebraska, Frozen, or whatever bit of Oscar bait Meryl Streep is in this year, I’m okay with it.

The Best Movie of 2013 is 12 Years A Slave.  But so is Fruitvale Station.  Who says there can only be one?

Fruitvale Station holds a staggering 94 percent “fresh” rating at Rotten Tomatoes, but 12 Years bests it with a 96 percent positive reviews.    They’re both great films, they both are indelibly sketched in my mind in a way most movies this years aren’t.  I slammed plenty of popcorn over Iron Man 3, Star Trek: Enter Darkness, Man of Steel and The Wolverine.  I enjoyed most of them.  I recall none of them.

12 Years is not only unforgettable, it was unspeakable.  That’s an experience I’ve never had in the dark before.

I saw the movie in November, but I didn’t write it up.  Normally I write a blog post a day or so afterward.   Not this time.  Not for this movie.   Fruitvale Station troubled me immensely and brought me to tears but I didn’t squirt a drop to 12 Years A Slave.   All I felt was a dazed numbness that was replaced by cold blooded anger.   As the credits rolled I sprang from my seat leaving my wife and son behind and strode briskly and purposefully to the lobby.  I had to get out.  I needed air and about a minute all my own to collect my troubled thoughts.

Everyone figured we had seen the evils of slavery.  We got to a point where we could snicker at the funny side of slavery via Django Unchained.    Nobody was ready for what director Steve McQueen and screenwriter John Ridley had in store with 12 Years A Slave.  It is the anti  Django Unchained.

With a gross of less than $40 million, 12 Years A Slave hasn’t dominated at the box office the way Quentin Tarantino’s cartoon did, but it has cleaned up with critics winning 75 percent of the Best Picture awards handed out by various groups including the New York Film Critics Circle and the Los Angeles Film Critics Association.


In a less crowded year Michael B. Jordan’s performance would be a lock for Best Actor nominations.

This should bode well for Chiwetel Ejiofor, Lupita Nyong’o, and director Steve McQueen’s likelihood of receiving well-deserved Oscar nominations.   Why Michael Fassbender is being overlooked for his unnerving performance as Edwin Epps,  the sadistic “nigger-breaker” who rapes, beats, tortures and humiliates his slaves to satisfy his depraved soul is a small mystery, but I can speculate as to the reasons why.   Fassbender doesn’t just project evil and malevolence; he inhabits it.   There’s a lot of Black folks that would love to punch out Fassbender for being so convincing.

Fruitvale Station has been lost by the acclaim showered upon 12 Years.   It’s as if only one Black-themed film can be great in year.  Two or more throws off the curve.   McQueen has created an epic compressing 12 years into two hours (with Ejiofor’s Solomon Northrup looking fairly unscathed outwardly by his harrowing experience) while Fruitvale Station takes the last day of Oscar Grant’s life and attempts to fill in the blanks of who he was before he ended up handcuffed, face-down on a subway platform and dying in a pool of his own blood on New Year’s Eve.

Northrup’s story depicts the darkest part of American history: human beings bought and sold like chattel and treated no more humanely than cattle or swine.   Grant’s story has no grand scale, no larger implications than yet another urban youth left dead after a fatal encounter with law enforcement.   Perhaps the reason Fruitvale Station is being overlooked during awards season is critics gravitate to the unusual and the unique and Grant as portrayed by Michael B. Jordan, who is also being shut out for Best Actor considerations,  is depressingly familiar to anyone who follows the news.

Both movies will be released on home video next month which is where most audiences will gain an appreciation of how great they are.   However,  my wife has already said she has no wish to ever watch 12 Years A Slave or Fruitvale Station again.  There is a list of films that are simultaneously as great as they are unwatchable and both go into the collection along with  City of God, Requiem For A Dream, United 93, Saving Private Ryan and Schindler’s List.     These are the movies I have to be in the mood to watch again and I’m rarely in the mood.

12 Years and Fruitvale are  as dazzling as they are depressing and I’m glad I saw them, but if I don’t see them again for a year or so, I’m cool with that.


Django isn’t coming to set them free. Neither is Abe Lincoln.


I spent a lot of mornings with these guys. Hey! Not that way!

If you’ve spent any time at all on the wonderful World Wide Web you’ve doubtlessly come across more than a few sites than went from a casual visit to a bookmarked visit when you went online.   For the past seven years was my go-to spot to get my daily laugh on.  Or at least it was until it was unceremoniously shut down and the on-air talent fired without warning.

What’s a  The short answer is a movie review site where four or five regular guys, none of them professional film critics, would sit around like regular guys shootin’ the shit.   It started out as a harmless vice, but it quickly became a favorite habit.

From the Spill Wikipedia entry: was an award-winning movie and video game review, discussion and news website. It was the continuation of the 9 year old Austin, Texas based Public-access television cable TV show called The Reel Deal.  There were four main film critic contributors to the website, collectively known as the Spill Crew, including Korey Coleman, Chris Cox (Cyrus), Martin Thomas (Leon) and Tony Guerrero (Co-Host”””).  Operating under aliases since the sites was not under their ownership, with the exception of Korey, they reviewed movies as animated versions of themselves or in uncut audio reviews, maintaining their persona in weekly podcasts. The website was owned by, under R&S Investments.  Stylistically, the site strived to maintain a “down-to-earth vibe.” As of July 2013, had over 48,000 registered members. On December 6th, 2013, it was announced that the site will be shutting down. As of December 20, 2013, The URL for the website now redirects to the website. Their final review was for the 2013 Disney film Saving Mr. Banks. Founder Korey Coleman posted on his Facebook page that he cannot share details regarding the shutdown but that he has mostly made peace with “past events” and “everything is fine”. He has also received funds via Kickstarter to start a new website that will be a spiritual successor to

Movie review websites are a dime a dozen, a penny a throw.   Anybody can throw up a podcast critiquing movies and some are so amateurish and cruddy they look as if they were thrown up.  Spill was never the most polished podcast, but the “Let’s-throw-it-up-against-the-wall-and-see-what-sticks” approach worked more than it didn’t.   The philosophy of Coleman and the Spill crew was “if it’s crap, we’ll tell you” which is exactly what they did and in the process built upon a young, diverse and extremely faithful following.


The Spill Crew in their animated forms.

How faithful?  When Coleman launched his Kickstarter project, the goal was to raise $30,000.   He raked that in during the first weekend and has brought in $88,000 with 19 days remaining.  Coleman has changed his magic number to a very doable $100,000 and I wouldn’t bet against him blowing by that number.

Spill not only pointed its viewers toward the best in movies (“better than sex” was the top-rating) it also made Austin, Texas seem like a pretty cool place to visit as the popularity of the site grew to the point there were annual Spill conventions and pub-crawls.

Coleman explained his motivation in a 2008 interview, “If you’re going to do things the same as everybody else, then for me, don’t do it all. That’s the way I do things. That’s the only way I can do things; I don’t want to be like everybody else.”

In 2009 control of passed from MIVA, a marketing company to and though it was Coleman’s hope that an entertainment based owner might be more understanding of what the site was about it wasn’t long before things went south between Coleman and the New York based owners with his discontent spilling over (sorry!) in several remarkably furious and profanity-laced rants.    It’s typical for artists to chafe under the conditions imposed upon them by the guys footing the bills, but Coleman was learning a lesson any auteur making the films he critiqued could tell him: if you cash the checks someone else writes they get to tell you to do things they way they want.

If you own it it’s all yours.  If you don’t it’s all theirs and no matter how friendly the relationship or how cool the boss is, it’s not a match of equals.

One of Us Net is a post-Spill site created by former contributors.

There are no less than a half-dozen other podcasts and sites featuring former Spill contributors such as The Lounge Geeks, Rage Select, The Beerists, Dr. Nerd Love and the site best positioned to replace Spill (if it survives the initial financial growing pains) One of  created by Chris “Cyrus” Cox and Brian Salisbury after their DVD review program was dropped from Spill after a round of mandated firings and cutbacks.

These sites are smaller in scale than Spill , but all independents and free of the whims of  a meddling owner.   If you asked Coleman now, chances are he’d reconsider his decision to partner with Coleman gave up ownership of his baby for a degree of financial security but would learn to his annoyance that he had little say in how his prodigy would be raised as forced him to make changes to the site, add shows he wasn’t interested in doing and made decisions he vehemently disagreed with.

It’s weird to wake up on a Monday morning and not only is there no A Couple of Cold Ones to listen to there isn’t even a Spill anymore. pulling the plug in such a heavy-handed fashion was a slap in the face of the Spill Crew and the fans. It won’t be forgiven and it won’t be forgotten.

But Spill was then and whatever Chris, Martin, Tony and Korey do next is now.   I interviewed Coleman a few years ago for a story idea I was pitching about a racially-diverse group of informal film critics and their kicked-back,  occasionally contentious,  frequently riotously funny approach to their jobs, but I don’t think my editor got the point of the piece. was like high school with your buddies, but sooner or later, high school is over and you have to move on to the next phase of your life. With or without your buddies.

The Spill is gone.

What Gingrich Got Right About Mandela

Not necessarily friends, but certainly not enemies.

When Nelson Mandela crossed over from revolutionary to statesman, most of the world cheered.   Most, but not all.   For many American conservatives both in life and in death Mandela remained nothing more than an old “communist” and “terrorist” as they damned him with both faint praise and withering contempt.

Conservatives are not inherently racist. Neither are Republicans. However, too often conservatives and Republicans side with racists whether it be a president cravenly supporting the apartheid regime in Africa or rallying to defend a Louisiana redneck’s moronic views about gays and Blacks and so the image becomes the reality.

I don’t like Newt Gingrich. Not even a bit. I think he’s a race-baiter, a pompous and insufferable egotist and a major contributor to the current political dysfunction in Washington, but even a bad man can do a good thing.

I  have to respect Gingrich for having the guts to set the record straight on Mandela despite the howling of his conservative cohorts who attempted to demonize the legendary Lion of South Africa.

What Would YOU Have Done?

Some of the people who are most opposed to oppression from Washington attack Mandela when he was opposed to oppression in his own country.

After years of preaching non-violence, using the political system, making his case as a defendant in court, Mandela resorted to violence against a government that was ruthless and violent in its suppression of free speech.

As Americans we celebrate the farmers at Lexington and Concord who used force to oppose British tyranny. We praise George Washington for spending eight years in the field fighting the British Army’s dictatorial assault on our freedom.

Patrick Henry said, “Give me liberty or give me death.”


Thomas Jefferson wrote and the Continental Congress adopted that “all men are created equal, and they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, among which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

Doesn’t this apply to Nelson Mandela and his people?

Some conservatives say, ah, but he was a communist.

Actually Mandela was raised in a Methodist school, was a devout Christian, turned to communism in desperation only after South Africa was taken over by an extraordinarily racist government determined to eliminate all rights for blacks.

I would ask of his critics: where were some of these conservatives as allies against tyranny? Where were the masses of conservatives opposing Apartheid? In a desperate struggle against an overpowering government, you accept the allies you have just as Washington was grateful for a French monarchy helping him defeat the British.

Finally, if you had been imprisoned for 27 years, 18 of them in a cell eight foot by seven-foot, how do you think you would have emerged? Would you have been angry? Would you have been bitter?

Nelson Mandela emerged from 27 years in prison as an astonishingly wise, patient, and compassionate person.

He called for reconciliation among the races. He invited his prison guard to sit in the front row at his inauguration as President. In effect he said to the entire country, “If I can forgive the man who imprisoned me, surely you can forgive your neighbors.”

Far from behaving like a communist, President Mandela reassured businesses that they could invest in South Africa and grow in South Africa. He had learned that jobs come from job creators.

I was very privileged to be able to meet with President Mandela and present the Congressional Medal of Freedom. As much as any person in our lifetime he had earned our respect and our recognition.

Before you criticize him, ask yourself, what would you have done in his circumstances?

There is an expectation that the oppressed are expected to be non-violent in the face of violent oppression.   This tactic worked for Gandhi and Martin Luther King, but it was not going to work for Mandela in light of the vicious determination of the Afrikaner government to keep the Black majority of South Africa controlled body, mind and soul.

Gingrich is a student of history and as such knows not all revolutions succeed without taking up the gun and the bomb.  Mandela led a social revolution and became a statesman.   Gingrich led a political revolution and found common ground with Mandela in a rare example of statesmanship.

Gingrich didn’t have to call out his fellow conservatives for their classless attacks on Mandela, but I’m impressed he did.   Tomorrow I can go back to despising the ground he walks on.

A future president pays his respects to a past one.

A future president pays his respects to a past one.

American Workers Deserve A Pay Raise

Those opposed to raising the minimum wage should try living on it.

Those opposed to raising the minimum wage should try living on it.

Recently, President Obama proclaimed economic inequality to be “the defining challenge of our time” which coincided nicely with demonstrations by fast-food workers in over 100 cities demanding a raise in the minimum wage from $7.25 to $10.00 but  Republicans have consistently opposed any such increase.

The American worker has been outsourced, offshored, downsized, screwed over and kicked around as being lazy ingrates. A $2.75 raise for minimum wage workers wouldn’t put a stinking gallon of gas in the tank of the Mercedes-Benz E-class crew of defenders of downward economic mobility who bitch and moan that even a modest increase will kneecap the work ethic.

Corporations have done their damnedest to kill incentive, abandoned any pretense of loyalty to their work force, and exercise ruthless fealty to the Great God Profit while demanding more and more concessions from their workers and control over their lives. All the while expecting a “positive attitude” to being repeatedly screwed over and shat upon.

We exalt the entrepreneur and flip the bird to the worker.   Conservatives howl paying more in minimum wages takes money from the businesses to give to people who should be more motivated than to go out and make more than $7.25 an hour.  This is circular logic at its worse.  If everyone is making $20+ an hour, who is going to flip those burgers, wait those tables and wash those dishes?

We’re not loving it.

It costs McDonald’s about 70 cents to make a Big Mac and then they turn around and sell it for $3 bucks. It costs Mickey D’s more to sell salads than burgers which is why it always makes those commercials where young, hip, multiracial and slim people are happily chomping into a Big Mac.

McDonald’s global sales in the third quarter of 2013 rose to $1.52 billion. The only punishment the uber-wealthy and multinational corporations are suffering are possible backsprain from having to lug all those money bags around.

The only people against a raise in the minimum wage are those not making minimum wages. Here’s a quick four-question test that asks Could YOU Survive on Fast-Food Wages?

The American worker needs a pay raise and people working in the fast food factories definitely need it most. My daughter came home from college this summer and worked at a Mickey D’s. She got cursed out, called names (including the N-word) and threatened. She gritted her teeth and toughed it out, but she hated the experience. Working in fast food sucks and I do not understand why this is an issue.


Personal stories of success and failure are just that–personal. They can serve as object lessons, but they should not be taken as representative for the group . Somebody pulls themselves up by the bootstraps and is now pulling down six figures? Great! Good for you, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, but that is your good fortune and your happy stroke of luck is yours and no one else’s.

Anyone who believes working a waitress, a cashier, or parking cars requires no skill has never tried to get the food and drink orders straight for a table of ten, toiled on their feet at a Wal-Mart checking out a line full of unhappy, unruly shoppers and their tired, cranky, howling kids or successfully navigated a luxury BMW into a narrow space between two massive SUV’s and still left enough clearance to open the door without scratching the finish.

Everybody enjoys dumping on the lowly wage slave until they need their coffee cup refilled.  Try asking a single mother trying to afford rent, childcare, food, transportation, utilities, clothing and medicine on a lousy $7.25 an hour what difference an extra $2.75 might make.

Telling other people they haven’t worked hard enough and they haven’t taken advantage of their opportunities sounds too much like Horny Herman Cain’s “if you’re not rich, blame yourself” line.

Giving a little more to the working people doesn’t mean taking a lot more from the wealthy people. Oh, and by the way? Not every waiter and waitress or day care worker or even the greeter at Wal-Mart aspires to go to college or start a Fortune 500 company and should not be looked down upon as being lazy and lacking ambition because of it.

It flies in the face of the rugged individualism hype to concede most successful people get that way with some help along the way, but sorry folks. It’s a fact, and as mad as conservatives were when the president said it, all he did was expand upon a thought previously expressed by Elizabeth Warren during her Senate run.

The Shero the Left's been looking for?

Sen. Warren is a class warrior. A working class warrior.

I hear all this, you know, ‘Well, this is class warfare, this is whatever.’ No. There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own — nobody. You built a factory out there? Good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police-forces and fire-forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn’t have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory — and hire someone to protect against this — because of the work the rest of us did. Now look, you built a factory and it turned into something terrific, or a great idea. God bless — keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is, you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along.

Word.  We’re all in this together.  Don’t believe the greedy and the selfish who claim they got theirs all by themselves and nobody helped them get it.  Giving a little more to those toiling for the minimum wage isn’t about to stop anyone in the top one percent from having a very Merry Christmas.

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Megyn Kelly is Dreaming of A White Santa

Santa C. will bust a cap in yo ass.

Tis’ the season where Fox News goes even deeper into their batshit-crazy mode with their phony “War On Christmas” rap.

This year, Megyn “Legs” Kelly, the one at Fox who proclaims she’s “a straight news anchor” and not one of the opinion hosts at Rupert Murdoch’s toyshop for conservatives, went full moron in a discussion of an article by Slate writer Aisha Harris entitled Santa Claus Should Not Be A White Man Anymore where, with tongue firmly planted in cheek, suggested helpfully, a penguin get the gig instead.

Legs Kelly didn’t appreciate that. She dropped a big ol’ lump of coal in Ms. Harris’ stocking.

The popular news host told viewers of “The Kelly File,” her hit FNC program, “When I saw this headline, I kinda laughed and I said, ‘Oh, this is ridiculous. Yet another person claiming it’s racist to have a white Santa.’ And by the way, for all you kids watching at home, Santa just is white. But this person is maybe just arguing that we should also have a black Santa. But, you know, Santa is what he is, and just so you know, we’re just debating this because someone wrote about it, kids.”

Of course, a number of critics were quick to point out that Santa Claus is a fictional character. And while he was based on St. Nicholas, a white man, his exact description is largely left up to individual interpretation.

However, after a guest on Kelly’s show defended the Slate article, Kelly extended her argument to further claim that the historical figure Jesus Christ was in fact Caucasian:

“Just because it makes you feel uncomfortable doesn’t mean it has to change. You know, I mean, Jesus was a white man, too,” Kelly said. “He was a historical figure; that’s a verifiable fact — as is Santa, I want you kids watching to know that — but my point is: How do you revise it, in the middle of the legacy of the story, and change Santa from white to black?”

I’m a straight news anchor. I only dress like a bimbo.

I’m not a believer in Santa Claus and I have doubts Jesus looked much like that hippie from King of Kings either, but if Kelly wants to believe in two fictional characters, it’s okay by me. I wish she wouldn’t turn the “War on Christmas” into a race war.

Kelly is many things, but dumb is not one of them. “Calculating” is the word I’d use.  She knows how stupid this Santa and Jesus were White crap is. She also knows it makes for great television.  Of course this ridiculousness was pounced upon by Jon Stewart  as yet another example of Fox News being less about reporting the news and more about pushing an agenda.

Kelly “responded” to the mocking disdain by claiming…get this…she was being humorless and those that ridiculed her were race baiters with no sense of humor.

KELLY: This would be funny if it were not so telling about our society, in particular the knee-jerk instinct by so many to race-bait and to assume the worst in people, especially people employed by the very powerful Fox News Channel.
I acknowledged — as Harris did — that the most commonly depicted image of Santa does in fact have white skin. By the way I also did say Jesus was white. As I learned in the last two days, that is far from settled. For me, the fact that an offhand jest I made during a segment about whether Santa should be replaced by a penguin has now become a national firestorm says two things. Race is still an incredibly volatile issue in this country, and Fox News, and yours truly are big targets for many people.

Wait a minute…I know it’s here somewhere…O.K.,  Megyn, here’s your “victim” card.

“Offhand jest?” “Fox News and yours truly are big targets for many people?”

Agh. The stupid. It burns.

Yup. We’re White, all right.

Kelly claims she’s a non-ideological “straight news anchor.”  If that’s true, why didn’t she interview Aisha Harris whose article put her panties in a wad in the first place?

That’s what a journalist would do. At least, a real one who doesn’t suck up airtime to throw a phony-ass pity party for herself and the number one cable news channel.

But because A Madea Christmas just came out we must understand Kelly’s fear of a Black Santa.

Imagine you’re Megyn Kelly and you learn to your horror Santa is a big 6’5″ Black man from New Orleans in drag and he’s comin’ down your chimney to leave some coal in your stocking.

And you ain’t gonna buy him off with no damn cookies and milk!

You’d pray Santa was White!

“Megyn, yo’ ass has been naughty!”

Georgie Got His Gun (and Girlfriend) Back

“Stop Me Before I Kill Again!”

After yet another brush with the law, George Zimmerman got an early Christmas present.  His girlfriend Samantha Scheibe

As  his defenders/enablers  have pointed out, George has never been convicted of anything.

When they’re right, they’re right.  Zimmerman has not been convicted of anything.
All he’s done is get in a fight with a cop.
And have an ex-fiancee take out a restraining order against him.
And point a gun at his soon-to-be-ex-wife and punch his father-in-law.
And get busted speeding a few times.
And point a gun at his girlfriend.
And shoot and kill an unarmed teenager.

It’s not as if Zim’s a repeat offender or a man with anger issues or violent tendencies or a mean streak.

Or that he has a daddy and mommy and little brother who will defend George to their last breath and proclaim loud and long in public, in print and on television how he’s the victim of a vendetta perpetrated by liberals, race-baiters and Black bigots.

Poor George. He’s not a bad guy. He’s just soooooo misunderstood.

George has his guns back in time for his Xmas shooting…uh…shopping.

At least Boy George can finally get his arsenal back. No matter how much he does wrong we must protect his sacred Second Amendments rights.

This thread can now take its natural fall from the current list of popular topics. Move along. Nothing more to see here.

But nothing I’ve said about George Zimmerman‘s thuggish temperament has changed. Nothing has happened to give me any reason to think that somewhere in the next few months, next few weeks, next few days or the next few hours we won’t be back here again.

A few weeks ago Samantha Scheibe was scared and screaming bloody murder over Boy George as her 911 call illustrated.

SAMANTHA: I’m doing this again?? You just broke my glass table, you just broke my sunglasses and you put your gun in my freaking face and told me to get the fuck out!! This is not your house. No, get out of here!

In a sword affidavit, Scheibe sang a much different tune.

“The police misinterpreted me and that I may have misspoken about certain facts in my statement to the police. I do not feel that the arrest report accurately recounts what happened.”

“George never pointed a gun at or toward my face in a threatening manner.”

What changed for Scheibe? Maybe she had a change of heart.  Maybe somebody scratched her a check.  Maybe she just missed getting poked by her killer boyfriend.  If she’s dumb enough to be hooked up with a thug like Zimmerman she’s dumb enough to get whatever comes her way.

I honestly don’t give a damn about Samantha Scheibe.  The way I see it, she wouldn’t be the first woman threatened by a punk-ass “boyfriend” who had a change of heart later.

When it all goes shit side up, whose fault will be that be?   She’s already confirmed her lousy taste in men.  She can deal with the consequences of sexing up a killer.

On her own head so be it.  She’s free, White and over 21.  Buy the ticket, take the ride.

Hope she survives the experience.   But I won’t lose any sleep if she doesn’t.

George can’t stay out of trouble. He doesn’t want to. He’s like a dog that has gotten the taste of blood in its mouth and likes it.

George can’t help himself. He doesn’t want to. There will be more blood.

That’s not a guess. That’s a guarantee.

The blonde and the boyfriend.

Bimbo and The Beast.

The Buckeyes Were Doomed by the “D.”

We AREN'T the champions, my friend.

We AREN’T the champions, my friend.

The nationally televised 34-24 beat down handed to the Ohio State Buckeyes by the Michigan St. Spartans in The Big Ten championship was a disappointment, but it wasn’t surprising.   If fans are honest with themselves all the signs were there that the team was leaning on the offensive punch of quarterback Braxton Miller and halfback Carlos Hyde instead of a defense that was helpless against the pass.

It cost the nation’s Number Two team a shot at Florida State in what will be the last BCS championship, but as lousy as their defense is, it might have been a stroke of good fortune for the Bucks to be consigned to the Orange Bowl instead.

The Buckeyes entered the game with the 101st ranked pass defense among 125 college teams.  Against the mighty Buckeyes Cal lit up the “D” for 371 yards, Northwestern for 343, Indiana for 320, Wisconsin for 295 and Illinois for 288.

That is not a formula for national championship success (and it wasn’t).

Michigan roasted the Buckeyes secondary for 451 passing yards as the Number two team in the nation needed a rare defensive stop in the end zone on a two-point conversion to eke out a win over their most hated rival.   OSU defenders had a good look at the backs of the Wolverines players all day as that school up north hung 600 yards on what is laughingly called “the Buckeyes defense.”

YOU! You suck! Get off the field!

When asked about the meltdown defensive coordinator Luke Fickell answered the questioner with a question of his own?

“Did we win?  Did we win?”

“I’ve been up there quite a few times in my 18-year career here and not come away with a win. We know there are things we’ve got to correct. Momentum and things happen, and we didn’t play great on the defensive side of the ball, so there’s a lot of things to correct. But every single week, we have objectives, and the last objective last week was win. And you know what? We came away with a win; we made a play when we had to make a play.”

They didn’t make too many plays against the Spartans.

It is time for OSU to stop issuing checks to the account of Coach Fickell.  His defense has been putrid all season long.  Illinois exposed how easy it was to throw on the Buckeyes and Michigan and Michigan State learned the lesson well.  Any team with a mediocre QB could shred that pass defense.

The Buckeyes defense has been offensive. Illinois exposed it, Michigan shredded it, Michigan St. beat it.

“[I’m] Disappointed with our pass defense,” said OSU head coach Urban Meyer. “We have to get this fixed. We’re going to get back to work.”

There aren’t many quick fixes available to Meyer.  Unlike the NFL, there’s no free agency, drafts or trades available to improve the Buckeyes’ defense.  Mayer will have to recruit some headhunters for his secondary, but will still need more pressure from the front seven to do any good.

The quicker fix would be to tell Fickel to hit the bricks and replace him.   That’s a sentiment I doubt I’m alone in the Buckeye Nation thinking would be a good first step.

Braxton Miller may not return for a rematch with the Spartans.

Braxton Miller may not return for a rematch with the Spartans.