Tio Jaime's MLB favorite Giants against his AL favorite Mariners

You are allowed two favorite baseball teams. One from each League. I've been a Giants fan since 1984, 1985? And the nice thing about the bay area is that you can like both bay area teams. Back around 1989 and the Bay Bridge Series you had dual Giants/A's caps. Cool shit.

Although I never adopted the A's as my AL team, not even when I was one town away for college. After college though, when I was moved to Seattle for work, our office was mere minutes away by foot from brand new Safeco Field (and under-construction Seahawk Stadium). I didn't hate the mariners, although I seemed to hate their stupid fans. As much as I hate the holier-than-thou mentality which is the San Francisco Bay Area, it showed in my Giants-fandom. "Seattle isn't a baseball town!" And they weren't. Maybe they still aren't. But in the end, the Mariners fulfilled my baseball urges and I managed to forgive the Washingtards for not being fortunate enough to have been born in Giants Nation.

Also, I liked the Mariners' seafaring blues and greens better than I did Oakland's bright shitty green and thrown-in-as-an-afterthought gold. Nasty looking caps.

So there's my baseball lineage. Giants first, distant second the Mariners, very distant third the A's, and then everybody else. At the bottom of the list? The Red Sox and Yankees, followed by the Angels, and then of course the lowest of the low... the Dodgers. The main thing is yes, you can have two teams. But you must choose one when they do finally meet.

You can probably imagine my excitement at this interleague series. The G-Men and M's won't meet regular season probably for another 6 years or so, and the Giants probably won't be up in seattle for another 12. Maybe 18. I'll be old by then. Shit.

They'll meet in the Cactus League, maybe in an exhibition the weekend before opening day. Or... <snorts> even in The World Series. Yeah. Right. Like that'll happen anytime soon.

Go Giants,
Jihad Jimmy
Commissioner, SHoP Department of Recreational Sport (Non-nude)

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At the very least, check out the "No problemo" link in the recap...

PREVIOUSLY ON THE SHoP...
Flighty San Francisco Women, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love M---- whoa whoa whoa, hold on there...
Three Simple Words: I AM GAY
UPDATE: Retarded Craigslist Golddigger!
No problemo.
Hi! We're San Franciscans! We're tolerant of homosexuality, bestiality, necrophelia, white-bashing, man-bashing, and Catholic-bashing!
Yay for lonely and socially retarded San Franciscans!
All I Wanna Do
Hi! I have no discernable male genitalia!
uber-post
And you all wonder why Tio Jaime complains about Bay Aryan single women?
Throw these back, Mr. Sandman...

THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 11:00 PM AND 12:00 AM.

EVENTS OCCUR IN REAL TIME.

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Haven't done this in a while. But I found an ad which was just too good to save for later. Figured I'd put in a bit of extra effort and find other ads which could be spearheaded by the one I found...

Beastiality - 27 (berkeley)
(rhothetaphi mirror here)
Not sure what exactly possessed me to click on this ad. Don't read too much into that, Citizen SHoPpers.

Do you Golf? - 38 (santa rosa)
(rhothetaphi mirror here)
Go easy on the ellipses there, Annika................

Tired of Bowser personalities, looking for a Luigi... - 25 (financial district)
(rhothetaphi mirror here)
I woulda sent a response if she had gone into the Nintendo angle a bit more. Maybe dropped some Legend of Zelda or something... At the very least the Konami 30-lives code. No effort. But I do like the use of the word "chinky".

I want to fall in love with your words - 28
(rhothetaphi mirror here)
I've always suggested things be in epistolary form, but only in jest. (Dearest Nooneh...) And while this may have worked in the 15th Century, it won't be as cool in the 21st Century via e-mail, and wholly unnecessary in the 1500th Century as specified in her ad.

By then, emissaries from the Planet Vulcan will hopefully have allowed us to impregnate their hot, Vulcan daughters so we can have a new race of mestizo, telepathic mind-melding half-humans.

BBW & herpes, does that make me obsolete... - 30
(rhothetaphi mirror here)
Why don't you Citizen SHoPpers field this one for your Tio Jaime? Somehow, I'm at a loss for words.

ISO physicists in UC Berkeley that will have laps for me - 37 (berkeley)
(rhothetaphi mirror here)
Oh please. I knew I'd run into another dumb woman looking for a physicist. I don't understand the fixation. What's so fucking inspiring about circuits and optics and rectilinear motion? What exactly is it about thermodynamics that gets these retarded housefraus wet? Are they thinking metaphysics? Because I guaran-goddam-tee you that Berkeley's Physics 7 series had nothing fruity and new age about it. It was hardcore Physics which raped you in your pooper and then his buddy Calculus came alongside shortly thereafter and would strap you down and force you to autoerotically asphyxiate yourself while masturbating.

That's probably one of the most disturbing images I've thought to publish on the SHoP. Just bear in mind that neither LMHBrent or myself were never subject to anything like that in reality, in the actual confines of LeConte Hall-- it was all figurative. Reread it just to make sure.

Jihad Jimmy, Minister of War Crimes and Chief Defender of the Faith

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You fucker. I've been posting up my blingo referral URL since your goddam birthday LAST YEAR and now you have a banner up to steal the good Citizen SHoPpers away? Fuck that! That shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.



Citizen SHoPpers, I trust you to do what is right.
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Fatigue Quiz!

Found this fatigue quiz on Gorillamask.

Measure Your Level of Fatigue

I went ten questions into it-- got tired of it. Closed the window. Quickly realized I could post about the irony of the situation. I've now invested more time into posting about it on the SHoP than I did in the quiz itself.

Jihad Jimmy, Minister of War Crimes and Chief Defender of the Faith

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You fucker. I've been posting up my blingo referral URL since your goddam birthday LAST YEAR and now you have a banner up to steal the good Citizen SHoPpers away? Fuck that! That shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.



Citizen SHoPpers, I trust you to do what is right.
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Is there no sweeter sound than the breaking of disappointed, Leftist hearts?

If I was a sloppy SHoP Overlord (or Overlady) I'd do one of those tired, trite "Priceless" bits right now. But I'm not, so I won't. Instead I'll call attention to my disdain for the Priceless ad campaign. It's the Energizer Bunny of the new decade. And it's only a matter of time before those Geico commercials go down that road too. (They really should ditch the gecko for those cavemen.)

Stay tuned for the SHoP post when we douse these signs with gasoline and burn them. Hopefully we'll BBQ at the same time.

Entrance to the pedestrian bridge

Those wacky Sureños. As an aside, if SixH and I were to join a Mexi-gang, we'd probably join the Norteños. Well, duh, we're from Northern California. We like the 49ers. I myself have abandoned the Yale Blue of alma mater for the Red of the two recent electoral college victories.

Lookee here! A sign!

The more I think about it, the more the SHoP needs a graffiti tag. Unfortunately, LEILAISACUNTLOL is probably too cumbersome to be effective.

What do you want on your Tombstone?

Fuck, I want some pizza now. Maybe we'll hit up Mountain Mike's for lunch...

And that's a hint for you Little Brains out there who might be mad that I just called a certain Brazilian a C.U.N.T. again.

Oops your sign fell down

What, like the Moon Landing? Is that what you Little Brains mean by "lie"?

Dude, Where's Your Sign?

Pitifully enough, the Dude-where's-my-car/Where's-your-car-dude scene and the Dude-what-does-mine-say/Sweet-what-about-mine scene from "Dude, Where's My Car?" were both more entertaining than the first 500 times I saw those stupid Mastercard-Priceless commercials. I swear to fuck, can't you retards (and this is apolitical, since certain SHoP Overlords seem to love the "Priceless") think of some fresher ad campaign to spoof? Seriously, the spoofs themselves aren't even funny anymore. They don't even make sense.

Not funny? Not making sense? Sounds like a job for Kaptain Kunt and his Amazing Half-Assed Online Threats of Physical Violence!

To my knowledge, the only compression arch suspended-deck pedestrian bridge is in wonderful Berkeley, CA

I honestly can't think of what kind of foot-traffic from Fourth Street and/or the Aquatic Park going to the Marina would necessitate this hardcore of a bridge. The only use which comes to mind? Each Fri-dee on the morning commute-- when the Code Pink hippies and whoever else doesn't have the inconvenience of a job-- some structure has to be able to support the weight of the self-important, selfish egos which wave at me from this pedestrian bridge on my way to work. How nice it must be to be able to wave without a care in the world at the grown-ups scurrying by to their jobs.

If I go nuts and start shooting people, I'll see if I can time it for a Fri-dee morning. Then I'll take THE PURSWADER to this very overpass. Same applies if the Culture War turns into a shooting war. They'll make a movie: The Bridge On the River Degenerocrat.

Lookee here! Another sign!

And please, if you'll indulge me a whole other bipartisan annoyance... For fuck's sake, please stop using the word "nother". It's not a goddam word. It's another manifestation of the Little Brain in society. I'm not blaming Bill Clinton, or Al Gore, or John Kerry. Shit, George W. Bush is probably more to blame for this than all three of those guys combined.

Instead of nother, you can use other (like i did above), or another. Try it.

It's time for a whole nother SHoP post, Citizens!

It's time for a whole other SHoP post, Citizens!

It's time for another whole SHoP post, Citizens!

I better stop now before this talk of "holes" gets our trolls all hot, bothered, and erect. And no, "trolls" isn't code for man-units.

Preaching to the choir

Here's a nice view of the River Degenerocrat. The geographically astute NorCal Citizen SHoPpers will know that the direction shown here flows right into San Francisco.

Really, what's the point of this sign here? Why not put it up someplace where you can anger more people? Why do I need to be telling you these things? Are you all truly this clueless that the Republican has to help you out?

Don't answer that. It was rhetorical.

oh wow, Berkeley's aquatic park is in the background here, just south of this bridge

I'm surprised I got to these signs first. There are other like-minded Americans out there who have beaten me to the punch on numerous ocassions.

Jihad Jimmy, Minister of War Crimes and Chief Defender of the Faith

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You fucker. I've been posting up my blingo referral URL since your goddam birthday LAST YEAR and now you have a banner up to steal the good Citizen SHoPpers away? Fuck that! That shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.



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Holy Leftist Blubbering Vagina, Batman!

Considering that the post title was up against...

It's the Leftist Blubbering Vagina, Stupid!

...and...

Peace-Cow Wannabe

...and...

Another Leftist Demonstrating the Need for Universal Sterilization and Governmental Regulation of the Antidote

...something about it seemed to call out to me. Maybe because I've been going through my Don and Mike airchecks. Don Geronimo absolutely loves Batman, and talks about it quite often.

Anyway, found this article on Yahoo! News. I've also included the USA Today link, as those tend not to expire.

Father of beheaded man blames Bush, not Zarqawi
Father of beheaded contractor calls al-Zarqawi's death 'double tragedy'

Another bona fide fucking genius who is willing to use the death of his son for political means. Does the parade of pigfucking degenerates never end?

from the yahoo! Article...

"I don't think that Zarqawi is himself responsible for the killings of hundreds of thousands of people in Iraq," Berg said in a combative television interview with the U.S. Fox News network. "I think George Bush is. "George Bush is the one that invaded this country, George Bush is the one that destabilized it so that Zarqawi could get in, so that Zarqawi had a need to get in, to defend his region of the country from American invaders."

Wow. Spoken like a true, near-sighted, simpleton ignoramus. Perhaps he's making a power play for the idiocy-vaccuum soon to be left by Crazy Aunt Cindy's Peace-Cow's impending expiration date.

This next part's my favorite.

the part which was Tio Jaime's favorite
"First of all, I'm not even certain that al-Zarqawi even killed my son," said Michael Berg, who doesn't believe the videotape of his son's execution or what he's been told by the FBI any more than he believes conspiracy theories suggesting his son was killed by the U.S. government.

Well shit on toast. I live in the SF Bay Area, most of my friends are deluded Leftists, but I can't find a single one who is loopy enough to believe that this War is one huge conspiracy theory.

And if my Leftist friends are calling "Bullshit!" that's a pretty clearly drawn demarcation between "Radical Left" and "Plain Ole Retarded".

Yes, Citizen SHoPpers, it is counterintuitive that the line between the two isn't fuzzy at best.

Anyway, just another Fifi of the Left. He won't last as long as the Peace Cow. He's not as blatantly an anti-Semite, so the Left won't latch onto him with the cannibalistic and sycophantic voracity that they did to Crazy Aunt Peace Cow. And when they're done with him? When he serves no more purpose? The next generation of the Left won't be able to pick out his name. Typical Degenerocrat attention spans.

All my love,
Jihad Jimmy, Minister of War Crimes and Chief Defender of the Faith

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Citizen SHoPpers, I trust you to do what is right.
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Guess what proof of identity I had to show to vote today?

I think you get the idea.

Someone please tell me why there isn't something seriously wrong with this system to begin with. Why is it more difficult to get into a dive bar than it is to vote?

It must be election time...

Are we really visiting this issue again? For the last time (not likely), let's call it what it is:

MARRIAGE IS A RELIGIOUS INSTITUTION.
A CIVIL PARTNERSHIP IS A GOVERNMENT CONTRACT.

The connection of a religious institution with a contractual agreement is doing more harm than good, nowadays. To wholly take it out of the legal context and remove the possibility of a debate is altogether preferable to the crappy initiatives being visited time and time again in congress. It's downright insulting that this be brought up before yet another election.

Is there a third party yet?

But don't let any of you LittleBrains get too excited with me agreeing with you on this issue. Remember, you can't spell LittleBrain without 'LIBERAL', and though you might bitch and moan about the "bigotry" and "intolerance" of God-fearing individuals, I'm blaming both parties for making me see this issue at election time every damn year. Besides, it's prejudiced for LIbErals to group people in such a way.

I say again, is there a third party yet?

What may the final result be? I see it as specifying to which religious faith a particular marriage belongs. A Catholic marriage, a Baptist marriage, a Scientologist marriage, etc. Whatever. I give less than a two craps about what other people do. True, there's a procreation issue that's important with the institution of marriage--should there be tax credit for children? Screw tax breaks. I'm for the abolition of the IRS and starting the FAIRTAX.

Tio Jaime, Lover of Nature

Took The Purswader shooting yesterday. Had to buy ammunition at Big 5 as Wal-Mart isn't selling ammunition anymore here in the Bay Area. This wouldn't be so bad, but Wal-Mart was the only place selling cases of 100 shotgun shells for the price of 75 shells (i.e., for the price of three boxes of 25 each).

Bought these Remington shells because they were on sale. I like how these boxes have pictures of cute birds or adorable rodents on them. It's like they're saying, "See what happens when you buy our shotgun shells? These are the cute animals you get to shoot! Huzzah!"

Remington 12-gauge shells

Please take note Citizen SHoPpers, your Tio Jaime loves nature just as much as the next guy. But for different reasons.

Jihad Jimmy, Minister of War Crimes and Chief Defender of the Faith

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New SHoP Feature: Mark-CounterMark

Greetings, Citizen SHoPpers!

We have a special for you tonight-- actually two of them, now that I think about it. The first is below: Local Area Blog/Internet Admin SixHertz himself has posted two consecutive posts! The last time that happened was...

... oh, on 20 April. That's not so bad, I guess. Also 12 April. 27 March. Well, in hindsight, that wasn't too much of a special.

But hey, that's not the point. New SHoP feature!!!

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(Heh. Haven't seen an <hr> in a while, huh?)

Mark-CounterMark

Episode 1: Sex in the Chicago

Citizen SHoPpers,

A new segment for you tonight. This has been brewing in my head for the past few weeks, and I think you'll like it. While it seems that I'm just being lazy and remiss in my SHoP Overlord duties TioJaime-Level SHoP Overlord duties, it's actually quite a fuckload of work to format this and pull all of this shit together. So you better fucking like it.

Opinionated Truth-Warrior Mark Nicodemo needs no introduction. Just the clarification of the meaning of "OTW Mark". Easy shit, huh? Good. Let's press on. The new engineer in my office is also named Mark.

"BFD, Tio Jaime, you lazy fucker-- I don't care, why don't you just post more pics of Alessandra Ambrosio already?" Well, OK. I appreciate your enthusiasm and will take a page from my own playbook and end each episode of Mark-CounterMark with a hotchick.

Again, unimportant. The point is: Tio Jaime has two friends, both named Mark, both bona fide conservatives, one in chicago, one recently relocated from chicago. Neither of whom may be completely in-line with Tio Jaime's brand of South Park Republicanism, but willing to give it a shot at the very least.

In concocting this SHoP segment, I knew from the beginning that the two Marks would likely not differ very much from each other with the topics I would give them. Which is why I expanded the scope of Mark-CounterMark to include the apolitical.

Today's topic? Resolved: The singles scene in Chicago, IL sucks major butt for single, right-leaning men.

Dualing Marks!
Mark	CounterMark
Where to start? Usually, at the beginning. However, when talking about a non-metrosexual, conservative male trying to get dates in gritty, mean-spirited, left-wing Chicago, it's hard to find a starting point. So... let's start at "the end." In Chicago, a request for a second date was almost inevitably met with warm agreement, followed the next morning by a pious email dripping with condescension, usually beginning, "You're a nice guy, but..." The "but" almost always bashed me across the chops for being conservative/traditional/old-fashioned. This is p.c.-speak for "ignorant, insular, oppressive, mean-spirited putz." I was up-front with who I was; my web profile read, "conservative but not stuffy." Maybe the gals didn't read, but just looked at my picture (nah-- sophisticated modern women couldn't be that shallow. Could they?) A surprising number of them turned out to be from tiny rural towns; as a small-town Michigan boy, I thought I'd have a lot in common with them. Wrong! Having gone away to some liberal arts school, they were duly radicalized while studying marketing or business. All of them had traveled a bit, usually to Europe. Their previously-closed worlds thus opened, they began to fancy themselves great sophisticates, resulting in a dreary preachiness in the "you're a nice guy, but..." missives. My favorite was the leftie chickie who snottily informed me, "I'm too open-minded for you." Think about that. Or should I say, bend your mind around that utter contradiction. Another, who drank more than I do, thought she was being really cute when she wrote to me, "I'm afraid I'll corrupt you." Hee-hee; clever her! Ever been to Thailand or Korea and seen what goes on there? (I have, and didn't like it.) Hee-hee; I suspect it would shock you to the core of your conventional, small-town, if hard-drinkin', soul. Yet another was just plain crazy. She pretended to agree with me, when she apparently believed the exact opposite. The next morning, a patronizing email duly accused me of being a "very traditional guy who needs a very traditional girl." The remainder of the email discussed at some length the author's sophistication and open-mindedness, and my unworthiness to enjoy same, in a sickeningly self-congratulating tone. In retrospect, there was a sad, soul-numbing uniformity to these women. Late 20s to early 30s, mostly working in sales or marketing, the world would stop spinning without them; all purportedly worked 60+ hours a week, took MBA night classes, and partied hard with their girlfriends. The were terribly impressed with themselves, and were doing the guy a big favor fitting him into their schedule for a date. Scheduled to the last second, their sleepless lives had a college student mentality, a combination of wanting it all and being afraid of missing something. I made some close female friends through dating in Chicago. Yet women I saw romantically all had significant issues, whether of ego or psychology or left-wing zealotry. Chicago may be a great city, full of girls, but it's no place for a conservative boy to find a date.	On Friday night, we had the reheasal for little sister's wedding. It was at Old St. Patrick's Church near downtown Chicago. The exterior looked pretty rough, but it is150 years old! The Church has an amazing history, having survived the Chicago fire, and several attempts at knocking it down. The interior, however, was really stunning. Pastel colors, lifelike statues, Celtic design all on the walls and behind the altar, incredible stained glass. Really amazing. My sister must have picked the best church in the state. I had the honor of escorting my mom down the aisle; my dad, of course, walked my sister. I later read the first reading from the Book of Genesis. (Not my favorite book, but no matter. I prefer Leviticus, which discusses discharges. Anyway.) I guess I did a good job; several people complimented me on it. Odd that I was an altar boy for 6 years, and have read at 3 different funerals since I was 20, but THIS TIME, I was very nervous. So the ceremony went great; the priest was friendly; not a single problem. Thank God. The reception was fun. Got to see a bunch of relatives I haven't seen in a long time. I am not much for socializing like a butterfly, but at these events, you have to be "available" to everyone, or risk people assuming that there is something wrong with you. (This culture is pretty convinced that if you just want to be ALONE for a while that you're either mentally ill or plotting a massacre.) Still, I think I did a good job. At the end of dinner, but before the 200 db music began pounding in my ear, my sister arranged a slide show that the photographers presented: pictures of my sister and her fiance as children, and then some video clips from earlier in the day! (I guess they work fast.) Amazing how different we were back then, as children, and how much we change after a few months, let alone a few years. Where did that time go? Dancer, I am not, so I spent more time chit chatting with people. In order to do this, a bottle of beer is required in hand, so I drank a couple of Heinekens that night. Because beer tends to go right to the bladder, I made frequent trips to the toilet. After I exited the bathroom on my last trip there for the night, I was speaking to my new brother-in-law, who was soon dragged back into the party. I was soon approached by my sister's old room mate back from the east coast. (My sister went to Providence College where she met most of her bridesmaids.) Anyway, this person seemed drunk to me, but I was not sure. She was a stranger to me, but was unusually friendly, and suggested that we all "go out" later. Seemed like she just wanted to be around me, but maybe I misinterpreted. We walked down to the lobby and there's a little bar there. On the way down, she told me that she has a fiance`. Strike 1. She then offers to buys me a drink at the bar. I offer to pay, but she refused. I figured I should be a sport and go along with it. Atleast I offered to pay. She starts again another convo about her fiance, who is from Ireland, and is here illegally. Strike 2. She proceeds to talk and talk in every cliche and slogan and half truth you can imagine: "jobs Americans won't do," and "this bullshit war," and how we have to "include" illegals who are "already here," and how we will be ruining our country if we do anything but, and how "hard working" they are, etc. I lost count at how many times I wanted to interrupt. I had a retort to every single thing she had to say, but I could barely breathe or get a word in edgewise. She kept talking, and wouldn't let me speak. I simply gave up and proceeded to watch the Cubs on the flat screen TV above the bottles of booze. I tried my best not to take her drunken babbling personally, but the kick in the ass was when she said that a bill offered by Representative James Sensenbrenner (Republican), w hich does not offer any kind of amnesty, is "racist." At this point, she was aware that I was supportive of this bill; (I guess I am "racist" too?) I shifted my weight away from her, and laughed mockingly. At this point, I realized my presence with her was pointless. I suspected I already knew what this person was about: drunk as hell, eyes glassy and red. She looked like she would faint at any moment. Still, she stared at me intently, like she'd jump me if she could. I thought, You come here on a plane to be with my sister at her wedding. You don't have enough class to stay sober for the night surrounded by people you do not know, and then you practically insult me -- a stranger -- in the 20 minutes that we were chatting? I lost all interested in this person, and found her to have no decorum or tact. No point extending the misery. I took out my wallet and asked her how much the Heineken was that she bought me. She shook her head and refused. I took out 4 singles and dropped them near her bottle, took my bottle, smiled and told her to have a good night. She made no attempt to stop m e or apologize. She said, "See ya" and I walked to the elevators. I later asked my sister about this person, just to see if this is normal behavior for this asshole. Apparently, she drinks alot, and can be confrontational. She has also e-mailed my sister about illegal immigration shit on the ASS_umption that my sister actually agreeswith her on it! My sister, who wanted this buffoon to come to the wedding, held her tongue, and has not replied to any of her e-mails. Not yet anyway. I wouldn't let it ruin my night, but I felt attacked. She was undignified and tactless -- at my sister's wedding. I didn't care that we disagreed on the topic of illegals. She can think whatever she wants. That was not the point. The point was, she did not know me, or, rather, she knew I was the brother of her former roommate, and was dragging me into a controversial topic without knowing a thing about me, and then making assumptions about me to my face, and not letting me s peak. Funny how people like her unjustly label conservatives as "intolerant;" I found some comfort knowing that *I* would never have done the same to anyone else. So much for tolerance.

No, I didn't know how to format the table either. That's the best I could figure out.

Sounds kinda bleak there in Chicago-land. I'm not sure who I should pity more, OTW Mark who is still in the area, or Engineer Mark who left there to come to live in the Blue State Frontier, about half an hour away from Fort Tio Jaime, your Red State Outpost.

In any case, I hope that this inaugural installment of Mark-CounterMark enlightened you to one viewpoint and one viewpoint only. You want equal time? You ain't gonna find it on the SHoP.

Jihad Jimmy, Minister of War Crimes and Chief Defender of the Faith

ps- shit, almost forgot!

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You fucker. I've been posting up my blingo referral URL since your goddam birthday LAST YEAR and now you have a banner up to steal the good Citizen SHoPpers away? Fuck that! That shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.



Citizen SHoPpers, I trust you to do what is right.
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All you holier-than-thou rich New England cockbags can drop dead.

If it hasn't been apparent enough with the current congressional-FBI scandal, this should make it painfully clear that nearly all politicians need to be voted OUT of office. So Ted "Kopechne" Kennedy thinks it's not okay to build eco-friendly wind farms 4 miles off-shore from his house, but to hell with blue-collar Massachusetts?

Positive spin for new wind-farm plan
Proposed project for working-class area gets more support
NEW BEDFORD, Massachusetts (Reuters) -- Location. Location. Location. The axiom usually cited in valuing real estate could just as easily apply to offshore wind-power farms, it seems.

After a battle over plans to build the world's largest offshore wind-power farm within view of some of the wealthiest communities in Massachusetts' Cape Cod resort region, a new proposal for a rival project in view of more working-class areas is drawing stronger support.

Boston, Massachusetts, construction contractor Jay Cashman Inc. Tuesday submitted formal plans to build a $750 million offshore wind turbine project in Buzzards Bay near Cape Cod that could generate up to 300 megawatts.

It is gathering tentative support from those who oppose a $900 million "Cape Wind" wind farm that would be visible from wealthy Nantucket Island and affluent Cape Cod towns such as Hyannisport, home to Democratic Sen. Ted Kennedy's family compound.

Gee, I wonder why.

The new proposal is also being cautiously welcomed in the working-class towns along Buzzards Bay such as New Bedford, a fishing port about 60 miles south of Boston where many residents hoped it would reduce rising energy bills.

"The rod-and-reel fisherman is the same guy who's had the price of fuel going up 100 percent in the last few years," said Steve Cadieux, 54, sitting in a bait-and-tackle shop.

The South Coast Offshore Wind Project's turbines would rise from the shallow waters near Naushon Island and the towns of Dartmouth and Fairhaven and supply electricity for about 240,000 homes.

Its 90 to 120 turbine towers, which would reach heights of 270 feet and be located three to four miles from shore, would save millions of dollars in energy costs and help alleviate U.S. dependency on foreign oil at a time of record-high crude prices, Cashman spokeswomen Elizabeth Isherwood said.

Kennedy and Massachusetts Republican Gov. Mitt Romney, who both oppose the Cape Wind project in Nantucket Sound, have voiced tentative support for the latest proposal.

Oh really. REALLY. Who the hell do they think they're kidding?

"Governor Romney believes that wind is an important alternative source of energy. We think the proposed Buzzards Bay wind farm is an intriguing idea, and we're anxious to learn more about it," Romney spokesman Eric Fehrnstrom said.

Kennedy has tried to block the Cape Wind Associates project in Congress, saying it would amount to a government giveaway to a developer who would reap big tax breaks, hurt commercial fishing and damage an important marine sanctuary.

I wonder if the same could be said of the new Buzzard Bay project proposal that Sen. Kennedy is sure to endorse.

But approval of the Buzzard Bay project is no sure bet.

Buzzards Bay is also a playground for beachgoers and recreational boaters, and some residents fear the turbines will stifle tourism, damage the ecosystem in a region know for rare bird species and deflate waterfront property values.

So, I guess to be fair, they should either a.) not build the thing at all, or b.) build TWO of them and have TWICE the amount of energy. I goddam bloody vote B.

"Since I don't live on the water and wouldn't be able to see it, I'm all for it," said David Boyce, 57, a freelance writer and museum curator in New Bedford.

$15,000 bucks says that Mr. "freelance writer" and "museum curator" would've been oh-so-suspicious if it was George W. Bush proposing this windfarm to be built. Probably something about Halliburton and conspiracies and such.

Paul Andonian, 48, a real estate agent in New Bedford, said he thought the South Shore wind project stood a better chance of being built than the wind farm proposed for Nantucket Sound because it appears to face less political opposition.

You know, I am so surprised the liberal media isn't going after Ted Kennedy for this outrageously blatant display of favoritism for...oh, no wait.

Michael Cadieux, 35, owner of Dockside Bait & Tackle and the son of Steve Cadieux, said the wind farm proposed for Buzzards Bay was already fueling local debate. "There's a lot of 'not in my back yard,'" Cadieux said.

"At the same time, there are a lot of people in town meetings up and down this coast complaining about gas and electricity costs. When you talk to people, I think you'll find where people are on the socioeconomic level, that's where their opinions will be," he said.

Well, if those people on the "different socioeconomic levels" vote for the Buzzard's Bay project, I think it'll somewhat explain why they keep voting that whore Kennedy into office every six years. Massachusetts retards.

Memorial Day in Oklahoma City

Came back from Oklahoma/Kansas/Missouri today; was able to visit the national memorial for the very first time yesterday. Very moving and well-done display.

Just one more month here in beautiful San Diego! Then off to Chicago and B-school. 

Oh fuck me, your lady friend got a voice?

Confused by the post title? No worries, it's somewhat obscure. I would really only expect my Polish engineer carpool-buddy to recognize it, as he's the one who tipped me off about this movie...



Anycrap, went to Cache Creek today with Maggie the Cat. And somehow, I managed to lose more in three or four hours of Cache Creek than three or four days at the Paris in lovely Las Vegas, Nevada.

But Maggie couldn't get over what happened at the Pai Gow Poker table. I myself was somewhat astounded, watching it unfold before my eyes. I mean, heck, the whole beauty of picture IDs is that you can look at the picture and try to match it with a real, live person sitting at the table. Cool shit, huh?

She was the only non-oriental person at the table. Stuck out like a sore thumb.

Oh, and fellow oriental patrons of Cache Creek? TRY GODDAM BATHING NEXT TIME. Fuckity-fuck, whenever I bring my grandma to a casino, we're both clean and non-reektastic! Holy Eff, I straight-up left two out of my four tables today because I was smack-dab in somebody's ripe, gamey oriental-stench!

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Important to note, Citizen SHoPpers: Maggie the Cat's liberal use of "oriental" is naturally condoned and encouraged by this very same politically incorrect Oriental Degenerate Gambler-- although interestingly enough it wasn't my recent usage of the adjective which catalyzed her usage of it. She had already started dabbling with it, but I just helped her along down that path...

We both live in the SF Bay Area, where "Oriental" hasn't been used in quite some time. It pisses off the Chinks, Japs, Gooks, and Gooks. As for us Filipinos? BFD. We're the Uncle Toms of the Pacific Rim. I've mentioned this before, but in the "Asian" vs. "Pacific Islander" debate, the quick and easy solution is the geographically appropriate "Oriental". Ain't nothing wrong with the colonial mindset. Ain't nothing wrong with Eurocentrism either.
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But back to the vice at hand. Cache Creek can eat me. What kind of dicks don't grandfather you in when they change their table limits? Jagoffs. I'm going to play at bodog.com right now since I can play $2 craps. Oh, look! Another referral link for SixHertz to steal. I thank my lucky freaking stars that he gambles like a little girl.

And the gamble-age itself? Well, like I had told infrequent Citizen SHoPper Trosama min Asi: "Doubles triumphs over theory any day of the week." Tio Jaime: Low pair, A-K. Cache Creek: Middle pair, A-K. Copy goes to Cache Creek. Tio Jaime out another $25. Flawless play on my part but with shitty cards? Should've stayed in the area and gone shooting... But Maggie did a bit better though. She bought me lunch at In-n-Out. Looked really eff-ing good in that peach/pink dress. Nice shoes. Nice Prada purse.

All my Love,
Tio Jaime

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You fucker. I've been posting up my blingo referral URL since your goddam birthday LAST YEAR and now you have a banner up to steal the good Citizen SHoPpers away? Fuck that! That shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.



Citizen SHoPpers, I trust you to do what is right.
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