If not for Johnny Depp’s little drunken (or stoned, or both?) performance at this Awards show last week, nobody would have known what the award show was…because nobody watched it.
What was it again?
Who cares? My Nobody self is about Award-Show burned out. I’d rather watch Bill Whittle rants on YouTube, or caterpillars mate.
NEWSFLASH!: Smoking even a small dose of Panama Red, can dribble your brain. Shrink it, postpone it… your frontal lobe deflates, and yes, you might think you’ve discovered the universe in that slice of pizza you are holding in your hand, but everyone around you thinks you’re pretty much a dork.
The scientists concur:
By all accounts, we can assume that Johnny Depp won’t be ask to join Mensa anytime soon.
“This data certainly confirms what others have reported with regard to changes in brain structure. When we consider the findings of the Gilman … study with our own and other investigations of marijuana use, it’s clear that further investigation is warranted, specifically for individuals in emerging adulthood, as exposure during a period of developmental vulnerability may result in neurophysiologic changes which may have long-term implications.”
As for adolescents: “Don’t do it early–prior to age 16. That’s what our data suggests, that regular use of marijuana prior to age 16 is associated with greater difficulty of tasks requiring judgment, planning and inhibitory function as well as changes in brain function and white matter microstructure relative to those who start later.”
What advice. It’s okay to ruin your brain, just wait until your sixteen. Did you get that? (How old is Obama in that pictures?)
Okay. I know…we all know your metabolism plays a big part in whether you can handle drugs OR alcohol in great quantities…one man’s ceiling is another man’s night by the toilet bowl–but I grew up in the rock and roll Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrick experience too, where even if you didn’t do drugs, you could get stoned just sitting in the audience at their concerts, because trust me, it’s a weird feeling to be the only straight person among 10,000 stoned, really high… people.
And if any of my former friends are reading this blog, please forgive me for NOT being able to get drugged stoned-up drunk with the group all those concert going nights.
Please believe me, you were all very entertaining, and I thank you for NOT leaving me in the parking lot, and for trying to accept me for what I really must have been to you: totally…boring.
So, now you, the readers know. I may say “let’s all get stoned and drink” but the truth is: I can’t. I was the one who really DIDN’T inhale( And that’s why I know Bill Clinton did) …but I pretended to by making a sucking sounds and a funny face. (I learned that from watching my friends take looooooog tokes.)
And in case you haven’t guessed: because I was sober while most of my friends were either drunk or stoned, I made a few observations of my own, because as we all know: you can learn a lot by watching drunk and stoned people.
Mainly: Don’t ever get that drunk or stoned.
The research stopped short of another important question I think we should all ask: Are you better getting drunk or stoned? (Or in Johnny’s case, maybe both.)
Not according to my local Mayor, who once got on the radio and told EVERYONE that he considered smoking dope harmless, and definitely not as dangerous as alcohol. There was a Mexican restaurant right in front of the police station that always had two or three Vipers parked in front next to the Dollar Store, which lead me to highly suspect WHY my mayor would promote getting stoned on the radio.
Despite the many deaths caused by alcoholics getting behind the wheel, when it comes to hurting yourself—-My advice? Get drunk if you want—- Just don’t drive.
Some of the most brilliant men to ever walk the earth were drunkards. History is full of them. Their lapse of brain functions was always during the time they were inebriated…the next morning, when they sobered up…their IQ was still there. Their liver’s may go someday, but they still can think—-UNLIKE your usual pothead…whose is just happy to think he’s really got the world figured out, when in reality, his brain is usually thinking about his next meal, and next score.
Not too many potheads win Nobel Prizes, although, some of them do win Presidential elections.
I have watched people pass out on the floor from being drunk, but to me that’s not as scary as the person who smokes every day and loses the ability to make coherent sentences. They can walk…but they don’t think much.
The drunk, WILL come back to the bar the next night. The stoner, will just stay home, and eat…..just about everything.
Drunks are more fun. Unless of course, they drive. Or they are mean. And then we get into the “Yeah man, drunks beat up women, people who are stoned NEVER hurt anybody?”
And that brings me to the next thought: Some people actually can do anything: drink all night, smoke, and drop acid, and it doesn’t seem to affect them at all.
How do you tell if they have lost their frontal lobes?
Easy. If you know someone who does drugs and then is on a health food diet, that’s your clue.
Health food doesn’t raise your I.Q., and to think that it will even out all that partying shows you that maybe the IQ was low to begin with.
And on that note, I have to say, I really enjoyed Johnny Depp’s drunken speech.
I’ll take a drunken speech over a political one any day of the week. The people who put on these shows haven’t figured out the reason people aren’t watching these shows anymore is because of the liberal movies stars saying things like “GUNS KILL!”
Hollywood also haven’t figured out that drugs kill. So does alcohol. So–if your kids saw Johnny’s Depp’s performance and asked you what was wrong with him?
Just tell them, “He lives in France. That’s how they talk over there. ” Especially IF—-they are under 16.
This week, we had several Nobodies in America who just couldn’t stand their job anymore, but the way they quit deserves at least a few lines on this Nobody’s not so famous page:
She pretty, she’s a cool dresser, she’s ever so articulate, but Charlo Greene, just did the report of her life on marijuana, and then…quit:
Charlo Greene was a reporter for KTVA-TV in Anchorage, Alaska. That is until Sunday night when she quit on live TV by uttering an obscenity and walking off camera.
Obviously, Charlo was more than a bit high herself when she just quit on live TV, and who doesn’t think that she was already making much more money than she could ever make as some measly token reporter? Selling pot is the biggest new market since White Lighting hit the streets of Chicago.
Can we expect more stoned reporters quitting their jobs?
Hey, I’d watch it. :)
What do you do when you don’t want to train to be a soldier in Afghan anymore? You go to the mall with your American military comrades and then say, “Hey, we’ve got to hit the hole.” (They are used to holes) and THEN instead—head for Canada.
Yes! Canada is right next door to Afghanistan! No?
Three Afghan soldiers, who went missing while in Massachusetts for military training, have been found trying to cross the border into Canada, a Defense Department official said Monday.
“I can confirm that the Canadians have them,” the official said.
The Afghan officers were reported missing late Saturday after a trip to a shopping mall in Hyannis, Mass., about 20 miles from Joint Base Cape Cod, where they were involved in a training exercise.
Earlier this month, two Afghan police officers disappeared from a Drug Enforcement Administration training program in Quantico, Va., and were found several days later in that area.
Even in my little home town we train Iraq soldiers. Not sure if they are still here, because they didn’t tell us we were paying to have Muslims trained by our police force in the FIRST place.
So you tell me…who wins the “I quit” Nobody’s Perfect Award for the week? There is a proper way to quit a job, is there not?
Was it MS Charlo, who evidently just got a job as a reporter so that she could promote her new company?
The STUPID idiot in the Pentagon (Okay,White House) who think bringing Muslims into the United States to train on our dime, where they can escape and maybe even someday blow up a few cities here win. Can this be any more idiotic? Or even treasonous?
Don’t get me started.
Who wins the Nobody’s Perfect Award?
That corrupted, plutocracy of morons who call themselves the United States Government. (And since we live in a dictatorship, that means Obama.)
The ONLY thing they have perfected is disaster.
A great part of mankind…are unavoidably given over to invincible ignorance. –John Locke
What a week it was–The latest Obama blunder is being splashed all over the world, and Nobody Knows where it’s all going to end. Nobody Knows why Susan Rice, went on all the Sunday talk shows to say that Bowe Bergdahl was captured on the field of battle, when men that were in his troop, would like to see him tried and shot for being a deserter. After all, men lost their own lives looking for him.
Susan Rice must do a mean Happy Hour on the Good Ship Lollipop.
Nobody Knows if Bowe the dancer was actually helping the Taliban set just the right bombs to blow up American soldiers, but circumstantial evidence seems to point in that direction. And Nobody Knows if, as reported by WND, the American soldiers were ordered to shoot him on sight if they found him, and if that’s so, then Obama truly DID save his life. Not from the Taliban, but from our own soldiers. In the meantime’s, Obama stands by his decision to release the worst of the worst terrorists, out of Guantanamo, and by his own admission, they could try to kill us all again.
Thanks Mr. President.
The movie is coming soon…
Nobody Knows what the President was smoking when he made this deal, but it wasn’t grown in Colorado,
And speaking of smoking—
Nobody knows exactly WHEN marijuana is going to be legal in all of Obama’s 57 states. The radio is filled now with how overdue legalization is. The marketing potentials are endless! Marijuana could be put into everything! Food, pizza, cupcakes, morning cereal, soda,…our water…making all these Obama scandals much easier to deal with—.and one guy has an even more enticing idea;
Washington state based Mirth Provisions plans to release a cannabis-infused cold-brew coffee called “Legal,” as the new product will only be available in markets where marijuana is legal.
Creator Adam Stites told My Northwest that each bottle will contain about 20 milligrams of THC, enough to create “an alert, creative, high,” but not too much as to make it an unpleasant experience, “especially for people who are just getting into marijuana.”
I can’t wait to get my alert, creative, high, can you?
And speaking of alert creative highs..
Alexander “Sasha” Shulgin, the chemist, pharmacologist and author known for popularising the drug MDMA and creating and synthesizing hundreds of psychoactive drugs, has died aged 88.
Shulgin, dubbed the ‘Godfather of Ecstasy’, died at his home in California after being diagnosed with liver cancer.
Shulgin not only explored and created drugs for college boys to dope their favorite freshman, he published online, over 800 pages on how to make those drugs online..for free, giving a whole new meaning to ‘date rape.’
According to Psychedelic Frontier, Shulgin once estimated he had tripped on psychedelic drugs 4,000 times during his life –roughly once a week for more than 50 years.
Nobody Knows, but Nobody Wonders if Shulgin hung out with Bowe’s Dad.
And speaking of ecstasy….
Nobody Knows that now, the global elites are saying that infidelity is due to …global warming.
(Honey, it’s not MY fault, she was just so…HOT! It’s those damn carbon emissions!)
When asking people who cheated on their spouses, what was the cause, the survey SAID!
Survey respondents also reported they’re more likely to sneak a little on the side in hot weather than in cold. That makes sense — after all, which would you say is sexier, a steamy Miami day or a polar vortex?
Which means in this insane world where nobody seems to know anything, especially Obama and his whole cabinet, we can blame just about everything on global warming.
And that includes Obama’s low IQ.
And why government workers get bonus when people die.
Nobody Knows the actual power of invincible ignorance, but we are finding out, John Locke was right.
Nobody Knows it, but I do wonder…Did Soap Opera’s die because real life news became more of a weekly soap opera to watch? Last week the daily news was filled with suspense: Was Obama playing golf while Putin mocked him by flying jets over our ships? (well, yes.) Will there be another standoff on the Bundy Ranch? (probably) Will Detroit get global warming subsidies from Obama, because of its record snowfall (it’s possible, but not sure yet) Will Eric Holder have another racist breakdown? (Hopefully) ….
I don’t know about you, but the suspense of the daily news, is much more enticing than even when Luke and Laura got married on General Hospital, and THAT was one exciting day! And speaking of hospitals…
Nobody Knows why the latest report on how marijuana changes your brain didn’t come out BEFORE they legalized it in Colorado:
– A small study of casual marijuana smokers has turned up evidence of changes in the brain, a possible sign of trouble ahead, researchers say. “What we think we are seeing here is a very early indication of what becomes a problem later on with prolonged use,” things like lack of focus and impaired judgment, said Dr. Hans Breiter, a study author.
Yes, anybody who has friends that have used marijuana daily can tell you for sure: Do NOT ask them to mow your lawn. It’s also not known if the reason why most liberals are so brain-damaged— is because they smoked more dope in their youth than conservatives. As an example, all we have to do is look at brain damage in the White House.
And speaking of brain damage…
Nobody Knows that they are finding out that young kids who spend their time playing kiddy games on the IPAD are having problems using their hands. Not to mention, they are becoming addicted the them. (see below) The study found out that the kids can’t do much at all with their fingers but wipe. They have no dexterity in their fingers, not doing the normal things that kids do like build with blocks.
But…think—- what finger motion is done every single day by everyone on the planet? You swipe your credit card. Nobody Knows if the vast globalization of future consumers is being programmed to spend money from a young age, but I don’t think anyone even thinks that marketing guru’s would even wish that on young kids. (Haaaa…of course they would!)
Nobody Knows whose bright idea it was to put into the tax code that you could take off your abortion, and your birth control pills, and your vasectomy. (Kathleen? Holder?) And Nobody Knows how you can claim a deduction for these things since the government is paying for them anyway, not you? Anybody figure that one out? AND…as an extra bonus, if you commit a murder, you can deduct your legal expenses. (Even if the state supplies it? ) Can taxes get more confusing?
According to Donald Rumsfeld, they can..
Nobody Knows that I am so glad Donald wrote that letter because, I think when the IRS comes to audit all the good patriotic people, all we have to do is show them Rumsfeld letter, and plead the fifth. (That was a really, peachy keen letter Mr. Rumsfeld, thanks!)
Come back next week for more DAYS OF OUR American LIVES…and why we have no clue about any of them.
Too bad, I thought. I really liked that actor…Phillip Seynour Hoffman. Twister would not have been as fun a movie without his electrifying portrayal of a crazy, adrenaline addicted maniac weatherman, who loved the excitement of tornadoes. Twister is one of my favorite movies.
Phillip Seynour Hoffman died Superbowl Sunday, from a heroin overdose. They found 50 bags of heroin in his house.
Out here in normal America, nobody is shocked. And it got me to thinking about Hollywood…and how, once upon a time, I went there to make my mark…to seek fame and fortune.
Want to know why so many Hollywood stars die of drug overdoses?
When I was 24–I had just broke up with a boyfriend, and decided, (against my family’s wishes), to go to Hollywood and get a job as a drummer and try for fame and fortune. I had an invitation to stay for free at a young, well-connected producer’s house, which was not far from the Hollywood strip.
It was exciting….at first. L.A. was about as far from the hills of Missouri as you can get…and I tagged along with the producer and met his friends, who all had money, mostly because they were kids of Hollywood money. Kids of stars. Kids whose parents and grandparents had worked for MGM, Paramount, Disney, and were household names— Kids who had never in their life worked a normal job. They had nothing to do but run around and hang out.
Pretty nice life.
And you know what these people talked about constantly? Drugs. Cocaine. And cars. And Rodeo Drive. I could not imagine for the life of me a more boring existence. I was there a month, and did not hear one mature or intelligent thought come out of one well-fed mouth. I pretended I was …just quiet. I just observed…and watched, and was totally shocked at the culture difference between their world and mine.
Within a few days, I learned to hate L.A, the concrete beneath my feet, and the idiots who lived there. I came back home, disillusioned about the high price I would have to pay for fame. If I wanted to get famous, I had to hang out with the right people and stick that crap up my nose?
Sweet Jesus. I could not WAIT to leave.
Hollywood had fallen for Hanoi Jane. (Whose best buddy is now in the White House) The old-time movie stars, who were simply alcoholics, had kids who got into cocaine, simply because. They’ve got the money, and it’s cool.
And trust me: they are bored, with no clue about how to make themselves feel good, because they never had to work. Being someone’s famous kid, is just not enough to make yourself feel good about …who YOU are. These kids are deprived of the chance to grow into mature adults. And then, they become addicts.
I don’t know how, or WHO flooded the United States with drugs during Vietnam, but I’ve heard military people say, the war in Vietnam was all about our government making money off of the drugs. I’ve also read it was part of the “communist ” plan to destroy America from within.
The long list of people who have died from drugs in Hollywood knows no end does it? We watched John Belushi, Jim Morrison, Jimi Henrick, Janis Joplin, Corey Monteith, and Heath Ledger kill themselves. Robert Downey Jr. evidently was saved by his friend Mel Gibson, who himself is an alcoholic. We can only wait and watch for the many who will surely die in the future.
How the Beatles survived is anybody’s guess.
Justin Beiber seems to want to be the next James Dean.
You have to wonder why people who have the world going for them…kill themselves with drugs.
Just WHO is getting these people hooked?
Our own President came out recently and said that marijuana causes no more harm than alcohol. Just the fact, that we elected a President who admitted to be a BIGTIME drug user before he ran for office, shows you just how far we have come in excepting drugs into our lives.
Nobody has said before, Nobody Thinks Obama still does cocaine. I had a doctor tell me once, cocaine is the one drug that nobody can quit. Add to that the pharmaceutical companies pouring out drugs even for babies, and we are a drugged-up society.
Looking back–I’m so glad I did not choose to pay the price for success in Hollywood. I like to think I had a good chance at being a star: I could sing, dance, play drums, keyboards, guitar… But…if hanging out with the ‘right’ people was the price I had to pay, let’s just say, I lacked the ambition.
And I tell myself daily, as I shop at the Dollar Store…I did not grab my fame and fortune when I could have but, Nobody’s Perfect—especially me.
Phillip joins the long list of misplaced souls….
Some have expressed surprise that Hoffman, who seemed so calm and erudite in public was a drug addict, yet this shows an ignorance of how socially acceptable drug taking is in the film industry. While it would be ridiculous to say everyone is doing it – that’s far from the truth – it’s become so socially accepted that it’s no surprise to hear about anyone who does.
And now, the next time I see the movie, Twister, I will say, “God, I can’t believe he’s dead.”
R.I.P. Phillip Seymour Hoffman. I must admit, you did something that I could have never have done. You paid the highest price there is: for…Hollywood perfection. The world…will miss you.
Cocaine. The rich get a little money, and they just can’t seem to help themselves—- They love to do cocaine. Obama did so much cocaine throughout his life, his sweat is being collected by his buddy Mr. Love and being sold on e-bay for over a $1000 dollars a drop. (Just kidding, his poll numbers are going down. His sweat has dropped in value.)
And last week, we had Rob Ford, who had so much coke flowing through his blood, he was knocking over old ladies.
So this week, on our Nobody’s Perfect list of losers, we have a somebody (a politician) vs. a nobody. (not sure what this guy does) The world is filling up with somebody’s and nobody’s and comparing the two is always educational, don’t you think?
Let’s start with the politician first: Rep. Trey Radel, simply because he’s from a city that is close to my old home town of Naples, Florida:
(Newser) – A freshman Republican in the House now has much bigger worries than a re-election campaign. Rep. Trey Radel, who represents Florida’s Fort Myers area, has been charged with misdemeanor cocaine possession in DC, reports Politico. The Miami Herald describes Radel as a “libertarian-leaning” Republican in line with the Tea Party and says the 37-year-old might have caught a break by getting busted in Washington: He would have faced felony charges in Florida. His maximum penalty in DC would be 180 days in jail and a $1,000 fine if convicted.
Right! He got busted in D.C., where, as far as we know, half the city is on crack! They sure act like it. He has a wife and a son, and I’m sure two very proud parents somewhere in Ft. Myers wondering how this could have happened.
And then there’s the nobody: Jermaine Lloyd, who was busted because he was running around naked with a turban on his head.
Deputies had to use force Sunday to subdue a naked man wearing only high heels and a turban after spotting him hiding behind a tree trying to put on pink women’s panties and pantyhose.
So, who wins the Nobody’s Perfect award for the week? Aha! My first tendency is to give the award to Jerome, because Trey was just cokin…not running around naked with a Turban on his head.
On the other hand, Trey is being paid to represent the good people of Ft. Meyers. As a tax-paying citizen of Lee Country, I’m offended that my representative is hanging out with the people in Washington.
Unlike the motto of Las Vagas: What happens in Washington, doesn’t stay in Washington. In fact, it usually ruins the whole country. He should know that.
So, Congratulations Trey! You win, the Nobody’s Perfect award for the week, for basically not knowing that Obama is out to get anyone who is associated with the Tea Party. Everyone else is allowed to do cocaine…just not you. Trey is already being audited as we speak.
—just why Rob Ford did NOT claim that the video of him smoking crack was a government conspiracy? After all…it worked for Mayor Barry. It worked so well, the public went back to the polls and reelected him as the crack-smoking lovable Mayor of Washington D.C.!
What does that tell you about D.C.? (Politicians must do a LOT of cocaine)
Being as I’m ‘unemployed’ right now…according to the government that doesn’t count me, I had the TV on all day. Every cable news station had us all waiting…for hours and hours, and then a few MORE hours, for the exciting news that another douche-bag politician was caught on tape doing something illegal, and he was expected to speak about his admitted drug use.
But…Rob Ford, the great mayor of Toronto, had a plan, one that politicians use all the time, and that is: Make the world wait. It builds up anticipation and makes you appear important, because all the world is waiting…you must be a great man, why, even the President of the United States would not have gotten a whole day’s attention…
And then, the great Rob, (Who obviously smokes a LOT more weed) said this:
“I was elected to do a job and that’s exactly what I’m going to continue doing,” Ford said. “On Oct. 27 of 2014, I want the people of this great city to decide whether they want Rob Ford to be their mayor” (Notice how he speaks of himself in the third person? As if…he’s not even there?)
Yes, I have smoked crack cocaine,” Ford told reporters earlier outside his office. “There have been times when I’ve been in a drunken stupor. That’s why I want to see the tape. I want everyone in the city to see this tape. I don’t even recall there being a tape or video. I want to see the state that I was in.”
Darn. I was waiting for him to say that some tea party person that had mistakenly been admitted into the country…actually got him drunk, handed him a pipe, and then took out the video. Or even better yet, someone deep in the Canadian government wanted to shame him. DARN.
And then, I read this:
On Tuesday, Ford’s brother, Doug, criticized Police Chief Bill Blair for saying he was “disappointed” in the mayor after police recovered the tape last week. Doug Ford called the chief’s comments “inappropriate” and “biased” and said Blair should step aside.
“We have the most political police chief we have ever seen,” said Doug Ford, an influential city councilor. “The police chief believes he’s the judge, the jury and the executioner.”
Gee…I’m so glad that Rob’s brother Doug was paying attention to the government officials who are doing their best to damn poor Rob Ford.
Nobody Knows, nor can fathom, why all the world’s politicians would fit more easily in East St. Louis than high office, and how they keep getting “elected.”
And Nobody Knows why the American press spent the whole damn day patiently waiting for Rob to show up. And Nobody Wonders if someday we will see a video replay of Marion and Rob together, smoking the great government crack conspiracy together in a hotel room in Rio, where they can claim that it was a right-wing conspiracy initiated by Castro, who is really dead.
Let’s start with the man-grown Locoweed, which caused a fire:
Crews are continuing to make progress on the two-week-old wildfire that has scorched 222,777 acres in and around Yosemite National Park.
More than 5,000 firefighters are battling the blaze, which has so far cost $60 million in state and federal funds, said U.S. Forest Service spokesman Trevor Augustino.
Cal Fire spokesman Daniel Berlant issued the good news early on Labor Day, adding that the Rim Fire has now charred 235,841 acres, or 368 square miles – more than seven times the size of San Francisco. (We) highly suspect that it might be some sort of illicit grove, marijuana grow-type thing.” His comments come at the 6:24 minute mark of a 20-minute briefing, and he underscores there is no official cause, just that it’s “highly suspect.”
When they say it’s “highly suspect” that means that California has had fires set by illegal Mexican drug lords for years now. (Don’t tell John McCain) There was a big one in Santa Barbara County in 2009, that burned 75,000 acres. That fire started in the cooking area of the pot farm, and even Arnold the Terminator couldn’t catch the illegal’s, who no doubt, just moved into Colorado where stink-weed has now been legalized which is the perfect introduction for our second Nobody’s Perfect contestant—–
That slot goes to a man-made reefer called Black Mamba!
Spice,” “K2″ or “Black Mamba” are the names of a drug that is a form of synthetic marijuana. The drug is distributed in little packets. It can be 800 times more potent than THC the chemical in marijuana that makes you high.
Police believe that a bad batch of the synthetic drug is being spread around and has left more than 60 people in area emergency rooms. Several of those are on life support.
At University Hospital those hospitalized for using the drug are having seizures. Many are in comas and several are on life support.
So, who wins the Nobody’s Perfect award for this week?
The illegal pot growing drug lords…it was NOT a hard decision.
Frankly, I don’t care about the idiots who smoked Black Mamba and are lying somewhere in a coma because they were stupid enough to smoke that crap…people die of bad drugs every day, It’s an individual risk they take on their own.
BUT…putting our National Sequoias in jeopardy? Trees that have grown for thousands of years, (and whom I have NOT SEEN yet!) have been threatened because some dipstick illegal drug runners want to get rich by coming into OUR country and screwing up OUR national forests so that they don’t have to try to bring it across the border?! Nobody ever talks about all the animals they have killed off, and homes and lives they have destroyed.
All illegal marijuana growers that cause fires anywhere in America should be rounded up and put in a solitary jail cells with a pound of Black Mamba, rolling papers, and boxes of Mama Leoni’s pizza.
Jesse Jackson Jr. VS the Meth Brothers.
It’s not easy being green, or being the child of one of the most talented extortionist to ever walk in the halls of Congress, and Jesse Jackson Jr. in on the hot seat for not being a slick as his old man. He got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“He is struggling with the highs and lows of his bipolar disorder,” Jackson Sr., the civil rights leader, told the Chicago Tribune in a statement.
The younger Jackson was formally charged Friday with misusing $750,000 in campaign funds. Federal documents show Jackson bought memorabilia that once belonged to Michael Jackson, Bruce Lee, Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X. He is also charged with using the funds to buy children’s furniture and a gold-plated men’s Rolex watch.
It’s got to be depressing to know you just don’t have the same talent at stealing and hiding money as your old man. I’d be depressed too, if someone had found out that what I thought was Michael Jackson’s glove had really belonged to Al Jolson.
Jesse is facing jail time, but right now, I’m sure his father is advising him to shut up, and swear to be sick. “This is a storm; within time, storms pass over,” he said.
And then we have two brothers, who won the lottery and had a blast spending the money…
The explosion sent one of the brothers – a 27-year-old – to the hospital, where he remains in serious but stable condition with second-degree burns on his hands, arms and chest.
The other brother was sent to jail, Watts said.
I’m not sure who wins the Nobody’s Perfect award this week, Jesse, or the two morons who blew up their house…but I’m sentimental. I think the two meth addicts had a disadvantage. They probably a fatherless childhood, unlike Jesse who HAD a dad, and all he had to do was watch the guy…and learn.
Jesse can only hope that he meets the two meth brothers someday in the same prison. Who knows WHAT they would do for a Rolex?
When foreigners make fun of our dope smoking ‘President.” The one thing that really bugged me when I was reading about Obama’s teenage years of dope smokin; was that Volkswagon Bus. It was THE stoner logo of the 1960’s…but Obama’s dope smoking Chom gang was way past that time. What? Was Hawaii in some kind of time warp?
If you saw anyone who had that Volkswagen van, you knew right away that Cheech and Chong were their favorite movies, and they pretty much had no teeth.
So, you have to ask yourself–how did Obama go from being a really big drug addict (remember, he also went on to the harder drugs like cocaine) to become President of the United States? Is it any wonder he thought the concentration camps in Poland were …Polish?
Not many people know about this very popular drug used by the prostitutes and gang members in Columbia. It’s made from a flower and it’s called “Devil’s breathe.” It can be put in drinks, or just lightly brushed on by your nose, and while your remain awake, you also will do anything the person tells you. You will take people to your ATM and give them all your money. Some people, when asked to open their house and load all their possessions into a van, will do just that. The prostitutes in Columbia use it to steal from their clients.
And when they come down from the drug, they don’t remember a thing.
It’s more dangerous than cocaine, and it can kill you.
So, with this knowledge, it would have been oh so simple for some prostitute to slip some of this Devil’s breath, into on of Obama’s Secret Service’s drink, and he would have done anything that prostitute told him to. up to and including secrets of the President, even helping with an assassination.
There are a few video’s on YouTube on this drug, so it appears to be very real. Having seen that, it hard to imagine our Secret Service men having a party with prostitutes in Columbia of all places.
We haven’t heard much more about this have we?
Here’s hoping it doesn’t make its way onto the streets of America…I can’t imagine a more dangerous drug.
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Some of my friends have a sense of humor. They like to send me pictures of how much I missed by not becoming a lucretive drug lord. Here’s the best of just one drug lord’s heaven.
The money and valuables found in this one house alone, would be enough to pay for health insurance for every man woman and child in the USA for 12 years!
It is estimated to be approximately 27 more of these houses in Mexico alone. Not to mention the ones in other countries who are enriching themselves in the drug trade. These people have so much money, they make the Arab oil sheiks look like welfare recipients. Their money can buy politicians, cops, judges, whatever they need they just throw down stacks of cash and it is theirs! (Thanks to Pattie)
Nobody Remembers: Whitney Houston
Funny how this stuff happens…whenever there is a big political debate going on, or some fundamental change in our America, some Diva dies. I’m not quite sure what was going on when Michael Jackson went to sleep, but it got Obama’s big fight (was it health care?) off the pages for a good two weeks.
Nobody is starting to see a pattern here.
So, the diva Whitney overdoses in a bathtub RIGHT before the Grammy’s. Won’t that bring in millions of more viewers? Everyone will be tuning in: Looking for her partner in drugs, Bobbie Brown, to cry, and her daughter’s fame as an actress and singer to skyrocket. Her timing was impeccable. It you are going to die..pick the perfect time to make sure you’re immortalized by your peers.
I wish I could say I was sad about this, but I was never a big fan. While everyone can admire, how much she had to practice to reach the perfections of her own voice, she had the best to learn from. Dionne Warwick was her aunt. Aretha Franklin was her Godmother. If you can’t learn from those two women, you might as well hang it up.
Whitney made a lot of people a lot of money. And millions of us small-town musicians had to try and imitate her..which was no small task. While I have many of her hits and albums, I never bothered to listen to them…I had to ‘sing’ them, so to me it was torture.
I still prefer Dolly Parton’s “I will always love you” to Whitney’s. I cry when I hear Dolly. I…simply study Whitney vocal abilities, but she never evokes any emotion for me. That’s just me. To millions of fans, Whitney was the “GOD” of voice until..
Mariah Carey. It’s must have been a hard blow. There was no way that Whitney could compete with Mariah. She was pushed off her throne by a more competent and God given vocal cord that could amaze everyone.
And Mariah played sexy. It sold.
It wasn’t much after the success of Mariah that Whitney got into Bobby Brown, and became the cocaine Diva. Still the Diva, she told Oprah that Bobby and her laced grass with cocaine, they NEVER did crack. That was beneath her. (Do we laugh here? )
And so..Why should I feel bad about someone like that? How could she do that to her daughter?
Many of us nobodies can’t for the life of us figure out how all these very rich and famous people kill themselves with drugs. Whitney lost her voice doing all those drugs, the once most beautiful voice in the world, was being laughed at. It was downhill for her..and only a matter of time.
I found this picture of her going WTF? She was the favorite at the C-Pac convention. And her expression here is just how I feel about Tony Bennett’s statement. (I love this picture)
Upon hearing about Whitney’s death, Tony Bennett said this:
“First it was Michael Jackson, then Amy Winehouse, now, the magnificent Whitney Houston,” he is quoted as saying in the Hollywood Reporter. “I’d like every person in this room to campaign to legalize drugs.”
“Let’s legalize drugs like they did in Amsterdam,” said Bennett, who battled drug addiction in the late 70s.”No one’s hiding or sneaking around corners to get it. They go to a doctor to get it.”
Right Tony. Let’s legalize all those drugs so that all the doctors can assure us all that all the diva’s and idiotic addicts WON”T kill themselves.
Instead of using this as a lesson to our kids to NOT use drugs because obviously they can kill you…we get—
LET”S LEGALIZE DRUGS!
Nobody Thinks that Tony will use this opportunity to push the political agenda to get drugs legalized in the United States because only a drugged nation will sit idly by and let Obama’s plans to further destroy America. What’s Tony getting to push George Soros’s agenda, one conspiracy theorist might ask?
If we go by history, when Obama decides to cancel the elections, Angelina Jolie will die of a drug overdose. Brad Pitt will be left with all those kids. And it will happen right before the Oscars. And if THAT happens, then I think it’s safe to say, there’s more to this than, WTF. The new phrase will be OMGWAS!
(Oh My God, We Are Screwed!)
That’s what put him on the “out” list in Hollywood..not his porn, his drugs, his ego,..but…his politics.