Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: NASCAR Bans the “General Lee”

17 02 2012

Rural America is run by rednecks. One of the beautiful things about rednecks is that they live up to the definition ascribed to them by noted redneck Jeff Foxworthy: “Redneck” is a glorious absence of sophistication. One of the beautiful things about that such a lack of sophistication is they don’t tend to subscribe to such outright bull-shittery like “political correctness.”

Until now.

Last month, PGA golfer Bubba Watson purchased his dream car – the famed “General Lee” ofDukes of Hazzard fame – for $110,000 at the Barrett-Jackson automobile auction. Phoenix International Raceway officials then invited Watson — a close friend of NASCAR driver Denny Hamlin — to be an honorary race official and take a lap in his new ride prior to the upcoming Sprint Cup Series race at the track.  But NASCAR caught wind of the arrangement this week and nixed the whole idea on grounds the car could be considered offensive.

So, let me get this straight…a car; a completely inanimate object now has the power to be offensive? Eat me.

The General Lee, which was driven by the Duke boys in the early 1980s TV series, is named for Confederate general Robert E. Lee and has a Confederate flag on the roof. While that may have been acceptable in the old NASCAR, the new NASCAR is much more image-conscious and doesn’t want to exclude any of its fans.  NASCAR’s view is having the General Lee parade around the track before one of its races could be construed as condoning a symbol of racism.

First of all, anybody who can look at a car and see a symbol of racism wants to see racism everywhere they look. Face it, if you can be offended by an inanimate object, you either have too much time on your hands or you don’t have enough real problems in your life.

But more importantly, who the hell does NASCAR think their fans are? Know where I find the people who get upset over a flag painted on a car? They are usually driving Volvo station wagons and ordering skinny chai lattes at Starbucks. How many NASCAR jackets have you seen in a Starbuck’s lately? NASCAR fans buy their coffee at the same place they buy their Skoal and their gasoline.

Frankly, I get the feeling Bubba Watson may have wanted to say more than this, but he was smart enough to stay out of the meat of the discussion.

Watson’s view, though, is pure disappointment:

Confederate flags remain a common sight at NASCAR races because some campers fly the flags in a salute to their Southern heritage. But NASCAR officials believe there’s a big difference between a guy hanging a flag on his RV and allowing the General Lee – and thus the Confederate flag – to take a parade lap in front of 70,000 people. NASCAR’s decision not to promote a potentially offensive symbol may be laudable, but some fans will likely consider it as an overly sensitive move.  A sizable number of fans won’t look at the General Lee as anything but an iconic vehicle from a popular sitcom, and thus, they may view NASCAR’s ban as a politically correct overreaction.

Laudable,  my ass.  All this does is perpetuate a belief that we can ascribe all of the evils of society to a few symbols, and that by banishing the symbols, the problems go away.

- Dubsism is a proud member of the Sports Blog Movement





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: Being In a Super Bowl Commercial Contributes to Extinction

2 02 2012

You may want to brace yourself…you may sprain your eyeballs from rolling them at this following story from CBS Cleveland.

A Chicago zoo is mounting a campaign to stop a company from airing a Super Bowl Sunday commercial featuring mischievous suit-and-tie wearing chimpanzees playing tricks on their human co-worker, saying all that monkey business proves deadly for the endangered species. Lincoln Park Zoo officials fear images of the frolicking chimps broadcast worldwide do little to help conservation efforts, inaccurately portraying the animals as unthreatened and even as cuddly and harmless pets.

“If people see them that way they are less likely to try and conserve them,” Stephen Ross, assistant director of the zoo’s Fisher Center for the Study and Conservation of Apes, said of the commercial that shows chimps laughing at a ‘Kick Me” sign on the human. “Individual chimps are being harmed and wild populations are being harmed by this frivolous use of an endangered species.”

So, let me see if I’ve got this straight. A Super Bowl commercial doesn’t do enough to save endangered species, in fact the assertion is that by being in commercial, chimps are being directly harmed.

Ross said he and other animal welfare advocates have been complaining to CareerBuilder.com ever since the company started using chimps in Super Bowl commercials in 2005. But this year is different because he’s armed with a Duke University study that he says supports his longtime claims: Commercialized chimps dressed as people — even when running up big banana daiquiri bar tabs — makes viewers less concerned about the plight of wild chimps.

“The argument they (CareerBuilder.com) make is it doesn’t matter how they’re portrayed, they are helping to protect them,” said Brian Hare, an assistant professor of evolutionary anthropology who led the study. “The opposite is true. These commercials are negatively affecting people’s decisions about how they support conservation.”

CareerBuilder.com declined to comment on the study or any suggestion that the commercials put wild chimpanzees in danger. But in a prepared statement, the Chicago-based company said the “chimpanzee stars” were not harmed and that the American Humane Society watched the commercial being filmed to ensure the animals were “treated with respect.”

I do have this straight.  These people are out of their freaking minds. Their logic behind all of this bunk proves that.

“This advertisement teaches them (poor people in Africa who will undoubtedly be glued to the Super Bowl from their unpowered huts) there is a market for these animals, that there are some crazy people in America and Europe who would want them as pets,” he said. “Even if there isn’t a market, they think there’s a market.” And that could devastate the wild population of chimpanzees that has already dwindled from more than 1 million to about 100,000.

I can’t tell who should be more insulted by the ramblings of this lunatic. If I’m an African, I’n not exactly pleased by the fact this jamoke thinks I’m either stupid or delusional enough to extrapolate a commercial with prankster monkeys into fame and fortune in the global chimp smuggling trade. If I’m an American, I’m saddened by the fact this guy doesn’t get how far off base he is, and I’m pissed about being called “crazy” by a guy who clearly what it means to be a nutburger.

Here’s the “million dollar question:” How does this guy take a television commercial and turn it into an intercontinental market for pet chimps?

Ross said he’s not optimistic that CareerBuilder.com will pull the ad before this year’s Super Bowl. “They already paid for this one,” he said, adding that the company has never responded to any of the letters he’s written them since 2005. In fact, in an effort to drum up publicity about the ad, the company sent another email to The Associated Press trumpeting the upcoming commercial starring “CareerBuilder’s beloved chimpanzees” that was back by “popular demand.” In that email, the company pointed to statistics that showed CareerBuilder.com business surged after previous Super Bowls and that its brand awareness also has grown dramatically.

But, he said in an email, maybe his concerns will find an audience of its own that the response from “a wider segment of the public … is negative enough for (CareerBuilder.com) not to invest more money in extending the campaign with new ads.”

He’s “not optimistic” that an advertising campaign which has proven to be successful will get yanked on his say-so.  Replace the phrase “not optimistic” with “pissed that he can’t have it his way,” and that sentence becomes striking. Not so coincidentally, this is where they start to get desperate, citing other study conclusions which while offering data Ross and his ilk find comforting, they ultimately mean nothing.

Ross and Hare are encouraged by another conclusion of the Duke study: The commercials may not be all that effective. Contrary to Careerbuilder.com’s suggestion that the commercials helped their business, Hare said people who watched the commercials reported that they found commercials with chimpanzees less interesting than those that featured athletes, music and other things.

That is not surprising to Peter Dabol, chief executive of Ace Metrix, a firm that rates the effectiveness of ads.

“These kinds of slapsticky, kind of funny ads and these ads in particular, were relatively low scoring ads even though their likeability is high,” he said. “These (CareerBuilder.com) ads performed at the bottom of the pack of all Super Bowl ads,” he said. “That’s typical of what we see as pure humor, cheap laugh ads.”

The chimp ads are “not as effective” as other Super Bowl ads? I’ve got news for you, buddy.  Super Bowl ads are on the “top buck” side of the TV advertising “Monopoly” board; Park Place with a hotel may not fetch as much rent as Boardwalk, but it’s still a nice payday.

Frankly, a big part of me wishes this guys’ theory of “Super Bowl ad = Extinction” were true…we’d have been rid of Britney Spears years ago.

- Dubsism is a proud member of the Sports Blog Movement





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: “Cougars” Are Now Offensive

21 01 2012

If you ever needed proof that this silly bit of censorship-meets-McCarthyism called “political correctness” has gone too far, the following story from the Salt Lake City Tribune should give you all you need. Just read the first sentence.

Some people in Utah’s Canyons School District apparently believe BYU’s mascot (“Cougars”) is offensive to middle-aged women.

Re-read that sentence again and let it sink in a bit. Wrap as much duct-tape around your head as needed to keep your skull from exploding. For me, it was six full rolls.  Literally, I had to re-read this whole story at least five times before I ever figured out what was really happening here.

As reported in this story by the state’s Fox-TV affiliate, Ch. 13, the Canyons’ board rejected the mascot “Cougars” for the new high school in Draper that will be known as Corner Canyon High School. The new school will draw students that currently attend Alta High and will open in 2013.

They will call themselves the Corner Canyon Chargers. Apparently, prospective students were polled and the majority chose Cougars, but the board went in a different direction. According to this news release on the district’s website, Diamondbacks, Falcons and Raptors were also mascot candidates. The release does not acknowledge that the students wanted to be the Cougars.

This whole thing is an exercise in both stupidity and hypocrisy. The key is in the last sentence above.  Let’s walk through this to understand what I mean.

For starters, Corner Canyon High School is a school that will open in the fall of 2013, and it needed a mascot. The powers that be decided to allow the schools’  future students to vote for a symbol for its sports teams. Apparently ”Cougars” was the winner. Being in Utah, the proximity of Brigham Young University, and the general lameness of the other ballot choices, this really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anybody.

However, that pesky bit of democracy in action wouldn’t do for the Corner Canyon school board. They arbitrarily vetoed the results of the students election because they were worried “it might be offensive to middle-aged women.”

Let’s break that down, shall we?

First of all, if the term is so damn offensive, then why was it on the ballot in the first place? If I were one of the future students who voted in this election, I would be incredibly insulted to think the school board thinks a) I have no ability to make a reasoned and/or valid decision or b) the collective student body would really elect a mascot representing  an exclusively sexual connotation.

Think about that for a minute. How uptight do you have to be to honestly believe that anytime anybody said the word “Cougar” the first thing that would spring to mind is a middle-aged woman who still has the gall to have sex appeal?

Do you want to know what I think happened? Nobody on that board ever even knew “Cougar” had another meaning, until one day one of them tuned in the Dan Patrick Show and discovered Fritzy’s “Cougar of the Week” bit. Then they panicked.

Secondly, who decided that the new use of the term “cougar” is demeaning?  According to Urban Dictionary, “cougar” (in the non-wild feline sense) is defined as:

Hot and sexy older woman, usually in her 40s or 50s, single or married, who is sick of her same-age counterparts which are usually hairless, have big guts, who only talk about their insurance premiums and have the TV remote control attached to their hands. Cougars are attractive, in their sexual prime, who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go after it. BIG misconception is that they dress cheap, wear hot pink nail polish, animal skin prints and are not-so-attractive old-looking hags with bleached hair (Yeah those women exist, but they are NOT cougars). True cougars are classy, beautiful creatures who have made their successes on their own, have real brains, usually with expensive cars/homes, and are real head turners. Cougars seek younger men, and don’t have to sneak up and attack…they know their younger mates are eager to get an experienced woman who won’t ask if they’ll call them the next day. Being a cougar is a positive thing.

This leaves the question still hanging: Just who the hell are these people to say that labeling someone a “cougar” is an insult?  I’ll bet you ten dollars I can guess the make-up of this board. I’ll bet it is an eclectic mix of white-haired white guys whose dicks quit working sometime during the Clinton administration.  If there are women on this board, they are either white-hairs of their own whose gardens dried up and blew away about the same time their male counterparts started gulping Viagra like they were Tic-Tacs, or they are that spiky-haired, thick-ankled golf coach who hates any woman who attracts the men they wish they could be.

If we were to stick with the conventional wisdom as to who can either be offended by an issue and/or determines the offending matter and it’s severity (this is the same conventional wisdom which allows black people to drop more N-bombs than the Eighth Air Force, yet anybody else who says it once gets flayed),  then it can only be women who are offended by the “cougar” label.

Except there’s one problem. Being a middle-aged guy myself, the vast majority of women my age that I know would absolutely love to be seen by 20-something males as still worthy of salacious intent.  That leads me to believe there was no rush of hot older women calling the school board to notify them that they were pissed off by the students’ selection of “cougars.”

Lastly, what will the sportsters of Corner Canyon High School be known as since “cougars” is out of the question? It seems the choice is “Chargers.”

So Chargers it is. They say a Charger is a war horse (not a lightning bolt, San Diego football fans). By the way, Kearns High, Union High (Roosevelt) and Monument Valley High are among the high schools in Utah which use the Cougars mascot.

Taking another page from the Dan Patrick playbook, I hope there’s several things we’ve all  learned from this sordid tale.

I hope future students learn something from the old adage about sticks and stone breaking bones, but words never hurt anybody. Of course, I don’t care about “feelings,” as there is no Constitutional right not to be offended; but there is such a right to free speech.

I hope the school board learns that their actions set an example for the youth they ultimately purport to lead. They really need to understand taking one’s self too seriously is the express train to becoming those buffoonish adults we all hated as teenagers.  A school board should be spending its time dealing with issues germaine to the quality of the education they provide rather than ducking crucial issues by making mountains out of molehills.

But most importantly, I hope nobody has turned the Corner Canyon school board on to Urban Dictionary; I don’t think they would like some of the definitions of “Charger.”

  • A small cylindrical object that can be filled with money or drugs and inserted into the anus to conceal their whereabouts from the police/prison guards etc. As described in the classic French book ”Papillon.”
  • Early morning blow-job to start your day.

Regardless, I hope we all have learned that there is a point where even the best of intentions lead to the ridiculous.  Moreover, I hope we’ve learned that whenever somebody starts issuing edicts in the name of “knowing what is best,” they are simply projecting their myopic values or personal shortcomings onto all of us.  But most importantly, I hope we’ve learned that it is a complete waste of time to make a “critical issue” out of something that ultimately doesn’t matter.

Sadly, I don’t think collectively we’ve learned a damn thing. I think the only people who did learn anything out of this situation are the kids in the Corner Canyon school district who discovered the power of adults to act petty and stupid in the face of the exceptionally meaningless.





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: Horrible 80′s Music Goes “Tebow”

11 01 2012

There’s really nothing quite like the special level of hell reserved for when a current phenomenon inspires the return of one with a “retro” feel. Take the current Tim Tebow-mania which as we speak has a death-grip on the throat of the sports world. How would you feel about marrying that to the soundtrack from one of those god-awful 1980′s “Brat Pack” movies?

Well wonder no more…to the horror of eardrums around the world, it’s happened.

Remember “St. Elmo’s Fire?”  Apparently John Parr, the author of that bit of ear-rape, happens to be a serious fan of the Denver Broncos, and therefore a dedicated Tebow-phile. To honor his quarterback phenomenon, he’s rewritten the song to honor him.

Just because you don’t want to experience the feeling of a rabid weasel clawing your eardrums is no reason to miss out on this gold-medal level lyrical nut-kicking.

Growin’ up
Gotta keep your eye on the ball
Make it fly,
Give it everything, give your all
But maybe sometimes if you feel the pain
You’ll find you’re all alone
Everything has changed

Play the game
You know you can’t quit until it’s won
Soldier on
Only you can do what must be done

You know I’m out there
Down on one knee
A prisoner
And I’m tryin’ to break free

CHORUS:

I can see a new horizon
Underneath the blazin’ sky
I’ll be where the eagle’s
Flyin’ higher and higher

Gonna be a man in motion
All I needs my Broncos team
Take me where my future’s lyin’
Tim Tebows Fire

Oooh…

Burnin’ up
Don’t know just how far that I can go
(Just how far I go)
Soon be home
Only just 4 downs to go
I can make it
I know I can
You broke the boy in me
But you won’t break the man

(CHORUS)

I can see a new horizon
blazin on the Mile High
I’ll be where the eagle’s
Flyin’ higher and higher

Gonna be your man in motion

All I needs my Broncos team
Take me where my future’s lyin’
Tim Tebows Fire

I can climb the highest mountain
These Broncos cant be beat
I can feel St Elmo’s Fire burnin’ in me
Burnin’ in me

Just once in his life
A man has his time
And my time is now
And I’m comin’ alive

I can hear the music playin’
I can see the banners fly
Feel like a man again

I’ll hold my head high
Gonna be a man in motion
These broncos can’t be beat
Take me where my future’s lyin’
Tim Tebow’s fire

(CHORUS)

I can climb the highest mountain
Cross the wildest sea
I can feel St. Elmo’s Fire burnin’ in me

Burnin’
Burnin’ in me
I can feel it burnin’
Oooh, burnin’ inside of me

I don’t know about you, but I will be spending the rest of the afternoon stuffing a bottle brush in my ears.





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: Spurrier Urban Wiley

14 12 2011

Certain people should never be allowed to have children. While there are many types, today we need to discuss those who name their kids after football coaches. If for no other reason, those kids have no future.  The following story more than illustrates that.

When Urban Meyer decided to take the Ohio State job less than a year after retiring from Florida, many Gator fans were upset with their former coach. But few more so than Jen Wiley, who named her son after Urban because of her and her husband’s allegiance to Florida.

Wiley’s son, now 4 years old, is actually named Spurrier Urban Wiley, after Florida’s two national championship winning coaches — Steve Spurrier and Meyer — but after Meyer’s move to the Big Ten, Wiley wants to change her son’s middle name.

“My husband and I got married in 1996, when Spurrier won the championships,” she said, “and then we conceived in 2006 when Urban Meyer won the championship.”

It was a seemingly perfect fit for these Florida fanatics, until now. So mom’s ready for a change.

OK, so mom decides because Urban Meyer moved on, it is time to double-down on the mistake she made naming the kid in the first place.  Let’s take a look at what that means…

1) Mom has a weak sense of commitment

First of all, there’s almost no chance this kids’ parents remain married until he reaches adulthood. Mom is out the door the first time Dad farts during dinner. Not to mention, what’s Mom going to do the first time the kid pisses her off? Shoot him?

2) Mom has a warped sense of gratitude

Urban Meyer did all he was going to do at Florida. Instead of being grateful for what he did, this particular Gator fan is bitter that it was time for him to move on. What did she want Meyer to do? Have some early success , then spend two decades as mushroom on the sideline a la Bobby Bowden?

3) Mom missed a major point

There’s a reason why one should wait until a person is dead before you start naming things after them. The story nailed the reason specific to this case.

Raise your hand if you thought Meyer was going to stay retired. Anyone? Anyone? Coaches lie, they change their minds, they switch jobs. The best thing fans can do is not get too emotional and name their kids after them.

So, what is Mom’s solution?

“I want to change his middle name,” she said…If he does, she’s thinking Tim after Tim Tebow, the great Gator quarterback who is becoming a star in the NFL.

Perfect…nothing like illustrating your weak sense of commitment by replacing the name of a coach with that of a current fad.

My sympathies are with you, Spurrier Urban Wiley, or whatever your name will end up being.  Not only did your mother give you a name which guarantees at least half the state of Florida will want to beat your ass on daily basis, she’s going to use you as her own personal platform.

Nothing like being only 4 years old when you realize you are screwed.





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: Star Wars Geekery Must Be Stopped

30 08 2011

This may just be the usual rookie hazing, but this represents something that has gone just a bit too far in this country.

This is Anthony Bass of the San Diego Padres, a team that has a tradition of making the  rookies wear “Star Wars” backpacks.

Frankly, this is just a glimpse of a much larger problem. That movie was made close to 35 years ago. The last movie in the franchise that was worth a damn was made close to three decades ago. Hell, I like Star Wars as much as the next guy, provided the next guy isn’t one of those dilwads that dresses up in the gear and goes to those conventions.

Somehow, something that is one part King Arthur, one part World War II, and one part sci-fi fantasy has become a colossal waste of time. People, it’s a movie, not a freakin’ lifestyle.





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: So, You Want To Cut Your Own Balls Off?

11 07 2011

We have far too much self-castration going on in the world of sports; so much so it is bleeding over into real life. Manny Ramirez cut his own balls off when he kept using banned substances. Jim Riggleman cut his own balls off when he had a temper tantrum and walked away from one of only 30 major-league managerial jobs.  LeBron James showed us all in the NBA Finals even “The Chosen One” is perfectly capable of checking his balls at the door. It seems we’ve been doing so much self-imposed de-balling in this country now prisoners think having their coin purse lopped off is a right.

Crouched in her cell, Ophelia De’lonta hoped three green disposable razors from the prison commissary would give her what the Virginia Department of Corrections will not — a sex change.

It had been several years since she had felt the urges, but she had been fighting them for weeks. But like numerous other times, she failed to get rid of what she calls “that thing” between her legs, the last evidence she was born a male.

Months after the October castration attempt, De’lonta filed a federal lawsuit Friday claiming the state has failed its duty to provide adequate medical care because it won’t give her the operation. She says the surgery is needed to treat her gender identity disorder, a mental illness in which people believe they were born the wrong gender.

Let’s just get the fundamental problem out there right now. If you peek into your shorts, and you see “Big Jim and the Twins”…well, despite what you would like to believe, you’re a dude. It’s that simple.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand being something that you don’t want to be; in fact, I would bet you this man woman person would love to not be a prisoner. But no matter how much De’lonta wishes that were the case, that decision is not up to him.

That’s the key to the whole issue. Just because you want something to be a certain way doesn’t mean that it will be that way – and it sure as hell doesn’t mean somehow I’m responsible for making your delusion a reality.

If she wins, De’lonta would be the nation’s first inmate to receive a state-funded sex change operation. Similar lawsuits have failed in a handful of other states, and lawmakers in some states are trying to ban the use of taxpayer money for the operations.

I love how in this country we’ve transmorgrified “rights” into a means of getting into my pocket to fund “wishes.” De’lonta isn’t a woman; he just wishes he was. But in order to make that wish a reality, he has to force the state of Virginia into accepting an elective surgical procedure and follow-up medical care – at a cost of tens of thousands of dollars to taxpayers – as a “right.”

Political correctness is the only reason nobody calls this the ridiculous bullshit that it is. You watch, I’m going to get called all kinds of names for even suggesting De’lonta is anything other than a victim of his own body. The kool-aid that has been swallowed by the “PC” crowd on this matter goes something like this: “A person’s gender is whatever they say it is, and anybody who says different is a bigot.”

That’s 100% pure, uncut bullshit.

First of all, anybody who is being intellectually honest knows that any argument that instantly dismisses any differing point of view usually does so because it can’t survive a challenge. The LGBT community has been trying to tell me for years these gender-identity issues are a matter determined at birth; one is born as a “woman trapped in a man’s body” as much as one is born black. Researchers at places like the University of Minnesota have been trying to prove that assertion for years; that there is in fact a physiological difference which makes this all a matter of  genetics, not choice.

Of course, they’ve never found it; had they done so, this is instantly becomes a moot point. Transgender people would instantly get the same civil rights protection as racial minorities do. But that doesn’t stop the attempt to play that card.

“This is not a choice. Transsexuals are born and not made,” said [East Tennessee State University psychiatry professor George R.] Brown, an expert in gender identity disorder. “If you didn’t have this condition, why would you want to have your genitals removed, if not by a competent surgeon but by your own hand?”

There’s a simple answer to that  - BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY, THAT’S WHY! Let’s take the whole gender thing out of this for a moment. Let’s say I have a heart attack and I need a bypass. But instead of going to doctor (let’s say because I have no insurance, not because I’m in prison where that bypass operation would be covered), I go out in my garage, fire up a jigsaw and split my own chest open. Now, it really doesn’t matter what the underlying medical condition was; it matters that carving yourself up like a Thanksgiving turkey is FUCKING CRAZY!

Make no mistake, De’lonta has a laundry list of behavorial issues.

De’lonta first tried to cut herself when she was 12. By 17, she was robbing banks with the hopes of getting enough money to have a sex change operation. By 18, she was in prison, sentenced to more than 70 years for robbery, drugs, weapons and other charges.

Hmmm, think maybe there’s more than meets the proverbial eye here? Think the possibility exists this gender issue could be a smoke-screen for some other major psychological issues?

Secondly, the logic of the LGBT argument falls apart the minute you use it on something other their own agenda. For example, I’ve always wanted to be a major league manager, and now that Jim Riggleman walked away from the Nationals, and that the team has announced Davey Johnson is only managing the club until the end of this season, therefore if the Nationals don’t hire me as manager, they are denying my right to manage in the major leagues…oh, and since I’m a black guy, they are also racists.

But to really see the big problem here, focus in on this individual and not the general philosophical issues in this discussion.  In other words, if you think this person represents a great cause in the history of social justice, you are totally betting on the wrong horse. If you doubt that, look at the implicit threat in the following quote.

If she loses, she says she will continue to try self-surgery — acknowledging another attempt could kill her.

“That’s a possibility,” the 50-year-old said during a recent prison interview, pausing then smiling contently. “But at the end I would have peace.”

There’s a classic bit of childish thinking – “give me what I want or you’ll be sorry.” This is the same tactic used by the kid who threatens to have a temper tantrum in the store because the parent won’t give in to their wishes.  Do whatever you’ve got to do, I’m not giving in to blackmail. In any event, that sort of behavior in a 50-year old adult again suggests there might be some larger mental health issues in play.

Here’s the bottom line. Even if I bought Jim Riggleman’s self-severed balls on eBay, De’lonta is still as much a woman as I’m a major-league manager. Wish upon all the stars you want, like it or not, that’s the way it is.





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: The PGA Goes All “Super Bowl Shuffle” On Us

17 06 2011

If you don’t remember (I’m not sure how anybody over the age of 35 would forget), back in 1985 the soon-to-be Super Bowl champion Chicago Bears produced what I consider to be the vanguard in ultra-cheestastic sports/music videos when the foist the “Super Bowl Shuffle” on the world.  Sure the Dodgers had the decidedly more homoerotic “Baseball Boogie,” but the Bears clearly set the bar…until now.

The PGA, an organization known for its whimsy and playful sense of humor (read that as “the Catholic Church of sports”) seems to have taken a step toward actual humanity with its new video featuring four of the rising young stars on the tour in a “boy band” style video. “Golf Boys” features Ricky Fowler, Bubba Watson, Ben Crane, and Hunter Mahan getting their spoof on.

Can you imagine what an old-timer like Arnold Palmer thinks of this? He may just have spit his “Arnold Palmer” across the room.





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: Colored Turf UPDATE #2

2 06 2011

We here at Dubsism have been on this story for a while…and it keeps getting worse.  First, there was Boise State.

Boise State started this run by achieving notoriety with its “Smurf Turf” in the 90′s. It just so happens that was done at a time when this out-of-the way school was starting to garner some notice in the college football world. Next thing you know, there’s some odd damn thing on ESPN9 called the “Humanitarian Bowl” being played on that goofy blue field.

But then the proliferation started.

Face it. College football is a big business, and one that shares much with the entertainment industry. Following this, it seems they share the sense that imitation is good business. If a show on one network starts nailing down big ratings, you know you will see knock-offs across your cable box. It also seems that Bill Chaves, the Athletic Director at Eastern Washington University, thinks colored turf is a good idea.

“There is no doubt that one of Boise State’s claims to fame has been their blue turf and like it or dislike it, it has certainly brought them a tremendous amount of notoriety,” EWU athletic director Bill Chaves said. “In a similar vein we have a tremendous opportunity at Eastern to do the same by differentiating ourselves with the red turf while providing a superior playing surface.”

In other words, that means EWU is planning to install a school-color red field in its football stadium. Until recently, Boise State was the only school to deviate from the standard green. That was until Division II New Haven went blue as well, and James Madison represented the FCS with this monstrosity.

The NCAA has no provision addressing the color of playing surfaces — at least not yet — because it hasn’t had to consider the issue outside of those relatively obscure venues. But they better start thinking about this, otherwise, we run the risk of seeing games played on that seizure-inducing orange at Tennessee.

In our first update to this story, we pointed out that colored turf can kill. But it seems that nobody in the college football world cares about the sanctity of life, because the proliferation of colored turf continues.

Add the University of Central Arkansas to the list of school who will for the sake of a bit of notoriety risk the lives of anybody who has to look at this atrocity.

Oddly enough, for the majority of you who likely never knew there was such a place as the University of Central Arkansas also didn’t likely know this school’s most famous athletic product is Scottie Pippen. Of course, he thinks this is the greatest field ever…





Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: Genderless Babies

1 06 2011

Frankly, I couldn’t believe this when I first read it.

“Nahhh, somebody hacked this page, or I’ve been somehow re-directed to the Onion” I thought to myself. But, no, the page  was still Yahoo! News. I literally could feel my blood pressure pulling into the left lane and putting the pedal to the metal toward Stroke City. But for a brief few moments, I didn’t really understand what it was that bothered me so much about this. I literally had to read it three or four times before it dawned on me; this is the intersection of two really frightening roads we as a society have traveled. Allow me to walk you through my discovery.

When many couples have a baby, they send out an email to family and friends that fills them in on the key details: name, gender, birth weight, that sort of thing. (You know the drill: “Both Mom and little Ethan are doing great!”) But the email sent recently by Kathy Witterick and David Stocker of Toronto, Canada to announce the birth of their baby, Storm, was missing one important piece of information. “We’ve decided not to share Storm’s sex for now–a tribute to freedom and choice in place of limitation, a stand up to what the world could become in Storm’s lifetime (a more progressive place? …),” it said.

That’s right. They’re not saying whether Storm is a boy or a girl.

This is what initially threw me off the trail.  First of all, these parents should be tossed into the slammer just for the name “Storm” alone. I’m sure in twenty years, regardless of gender that kid will be grateful for having been given a name which makes it impossible for anybody to ever take them seriously.

Then there’s that whole bullshit line about “the world becoming a more progressive place.” This is the stuff that makes my blood pressure ring the bell. Do you know who says shit like this? That pretentious ass-loaf at your office who bitches at you about recycling your Mountain Dew cans and acts all “holier-than-thou” because he drives a Prius. This is the same guy who wears one of those ribbons/wristbands/whatever to show you that he cares about some cause so much more than you do despite the fact he never lifted finger number one to support that cause other than put on that useless ribbon/wristband/whatever.

Follow me close on this, because the key is coming, but trust me, it is easy to miss.

There’s nothing ambiguous about the baby’s genitals. But as Stocker puts it: “If you really want to get to know someone, you don’t ask what’s between their legs.” So only the parents, their two other children (both boys), a close friend, and the two midwives who helped deliver the now 4-month-old baby know its gender. Even the grandparents have been left in the dark.

Stocker and Witterick say the decision gives Storm the freedom to choose who he or she wants to be. “What we noticed is that parents make so many choices for their children. It’s obnoxious,” adds Stocker, a teacher at an alternative school.

I wish I could ask these parents what the weather is like on Planet Delusion. I really have to wonder how this kid was even conceived; I’m sure that when Daddy was looking for a Mommy, it was a prerequisite that any potential Mommy had working Mommy parts. In other words, we are only four paragraphs into this story, and we can already see how it is never going to hold water.

Even if you buy the “what’s between their legs” argument, let’s talk about the feasibility of keeping this all a secret. The simple problem here is too many people know about it. I have a rule about keeping secrets: any three people can keep a secret as long as two of them are dead. Think about it for a minute…don’t you think the grandparents might want to know if they have a grandson or granddaughter? Don’t you think the grandparents might be able to worm the truth out of one of the other kids? Even worse than that, it also has to mean these grandparents have limited access to this kid because the first time Grandma changes a diaper, the jig is up.

So, the first two components in my discovery are Delusion and Denial. Remember these, because there’s more coming.

The quoted paragraphs above also contain the framework for the next components. Re-read the last sentence in the last quoted paragraph. Do you find it a bit curious these parents are whining about parents making choices for their children being “obnoxious,” yet, that is exactly what they are doing. Sorry, but choosing not to play by the existing rules is still making a choice.

They say that kids receive messages from society that encourage them to fit into existing boxes, including with regard to gender. “We thought that if we delayed sharing that information, in this case hopefully, we might knock off a couple million of those messages by the time that Storm decides Storm would like to share,” says Witterick.

“In fact, in not telling the gender of my precious baby, I am saying to the world, ‘Please can you just let Storm discover for him/herself what s (he) wants to be?!.” she wrote in an email.

This is the part where pretentiousness enters the picture. These two idiot parents have deluded themselves into believing what they are doing is good for this child, and it is that same “do-gooder” cloak in which all those “progressive thinking” people  wrap themselves.

Add Hypocrisy and Pretentiousness to the list of established components.

Were in the home stretch here…just tow more pieces of the puzzle are left to expose.

How did Stocker and Witterick decide to keep Storm’s gender under wraps? During Witterick’s pregnancy, her son Jazz was having “intense” experiences with his own gender. “I was feeling like I needed some good parenting skills to support him through that,” Witterick said.

Stocker came across a book from 1978, titled X: A Fabulous Child’s Story by Lois Gould. X is raised as neither a boy or girl, and grows up to be a happy and well-adjusted child.

“It became so compelling it was almost like, How could we not?” Witterick said.

The couple’s other two children, Jazz and Kio, haven’t escaped their parents’ unconventional approach to parenting. Though they’re only 5 and 2, they’re allowed to pick out their own clothes in the boys and girls sections of stores and decide whether to cut their hair or let it grow.

Both boys are “unschooled,” a version of homeschooling, which promotes putting a child’s curiosity at the center of his or her education. As Witterick puts it, it’s “not something that happens by rote from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. weekdays in a building with a group of same-age people, planned, implemented and assessed by someone else.”

Because Jazz and Kio wear pink and have long hair, they’re frequently assumed to be girls, according to Stocker. He said he and Witterick don’t correct people–they leave it to the kids to do it if they want to.

So, genius parents, let me get this straight…you have male children, ones that you’ve admitted are male children (apparently a big step for you), you let them wear girls’ clothing, you don’t correct people who think they are girls, and then you can’t figure why these kids have gender-identity issues? Are you fucking kidding me? This is the part where I thought I was reading The Onion; I thought there is no way this could be true.

But these vapor-brains honestly believe this. They read this shit in some old book and thought “Hey, here’s a great way to abdicate any of our parental responsibilities. We can pretend we are making some powerful social statement!” Guess what, guys? There was another book written in the 20th Century that advocated a major change to the social construct. It was called “Mein Kampf,” and it turned out to be not such a great idea, either.

Just in case you think that is a little too heavy of a rap to drop on these people, further consider the effects of this on the children.

But Stocker and Witterick’s choices haven’t always made life easy for their kids. Though Jazz likes dressing as a girl, he doesn’t seem to want to be mistaken for one. He recently asked his mother to let the leaders of a nature center know that he’s a boy. And he chose not to attend a conventional school because of the questions about his gender. Asked whether that upsets him, Jazz nodded.

As for his mother, she’s not giving up the crusade against the tyranny of assigned gender roles. “Everyone keeps asking us, ‘When will this end?’” she said. “And we always turn the question back. Yeah, when will this end? When will we live in a world where people can make choices to be whoever they are?”

Wasn’t the whole point of this to let these kids “decide” what their gender is? So why is the kid asking his mother to define what he is? Doesn’t that in and of itself tell you this is headed for abject and catastrophic failure.

Then, consider the mother’s “crusade against the tyranny of assigned gender roles.” Nobody assigns gender, you are born with it; this woman is swimming upstream against nature, and both these parents seem comfortable using their kids as pawns to further their own cause.  This is the problem with these so-called “progressive thinkers.” You would be hard-pressed to find a more self-righteous, self-centered group of people. These parents have no problem forcing their kids to be social outcasts based on their socio-political beliefs. Worse yet will be the time when these kids fail at living in the real world because their parents spent so much time creating their own reality they neglected to prepare the kids for the real deal. When that happens, you just know these are the kind of people who will blame everybody except themselves.

This brings us to the last two components of why this is so onerous. We’ve already established this story contains Delusion, Denial, Hypocrisy, Pretentiousness. Now we can add Selfishness and Lack of Accountability to the mix.

This is the part where you are thinking “why the hell are you ranting about this in a sports blog?” Look at those six  components again. Youth sports and the NCAA are full of all six of them. This is the intersection I referred to at the beginning of this piece. If you stop and think about it, it is the attitude we have taken toward youth sports in this country that has allowed the NCAA to get away with a lot of the crap it has been peddling for the last 15 years. Let’s run through the six components to see how it has happened.

Delusion: In youth sports, there are far too many parents using their kids to live out their own alternate reality just like the parents in the quoted article. But instead of gender, it’s all about how little Timmy is going to become a pro athlete. As far as the NCAA is concerned, a lot of Division I recruiters play to this mentality by telling kids “you have a much better shot to be a pro if you pl;ay at our university rather than at (insert competitor here).”

Denial: I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen the parent who can’t come to terms with the fact that little Timmy just may not be very good at the sport said parent has chosen for him. It always the coach who sucks, or the league, or the sports program, or the facilities, etc…In the NCAA, the denial is all about not recognizing that sports like men’s ice hockey, men’s basketball, and football, are businesses that generate billions of dollars in revenue.

Hypocrisy: Sadly, we are getting to the point where youth sports, particularly at the high-school level and the NCAA can share the root cause of this – the phrase “student-athlete.” Much like the big universities act as feeder programs for big-league sports, there are high schools lining up to perform the same function for those universities. Naturally, this arrangement exists due to the money, not for a benefit to any of the kids involved.

Pretentiousness: This is really an off-shoot of Hypocrisy, and it can also be shared. Both youth sports and the NCAA love to pretend they are funneling benefits of their activities into programs for “students/youth,” when in reality the vast majority of any resources generated are most often pumped back into “feeding the beast.”

Selfishness: This may be the purest example tying the parents in the article to youth sports and the NCAA. There are too many  parents in youth sports using their kids for some vicarious purpose, and they simply do not care about how that effects the kids. At the D-I level, it is crystal clear the NCAA couldn’t care less about the “student-athletes” they both profit from and hide behind.

Lack of Accountability: Nobody in this article, be they the gender-eschewing parents, the youth sports’ parents, or the NCAA have any idea what to do with the kids who don’t successfully navigate their “systems.” Nobody wants to talk about what to do with a kid who has been raised to be a social outcast, and who will completely lack any social skills to remedy that problem. Nobody wants to talk about the high-school athlete who can’t get a D-I scholarship and who is woefully unprepared for life because he is functionally illiterate. And certainly nobody wants to talk about the college athlete who doesn’t make the pros and who is woefully unprepared for life because he is functionally illiterate.

In all three cases, nobody wants to have that conversation about what to do with the kids who have been failed by their parents and the NCAA because wants to admit they exist. In all three cases, everybody will find somebody other than themselves to blame, will offer no solution to the problem they created, and will do nothing to change a broken system so long as it continues to benefit them.

Perhaps it is time as sports fans that we let this pair of moronic and dangerous parents act as a wake-up call for us. Much like Child Protective Services ought to snatch the kids away from these  knuckleheads, perhaps we should take steps to fix the monsters we as sports fans helped to create.








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