I ate all the rest, and now I've got to eat you...

The Stu-Pit BBQ Team Home Page

One of the things I'm particularly proud of is my contribution to evolution. My ancestors spent millions of years scratching and clawing their way to the top of the food chain, and now that I'm here I'm particularly good at eating other things. Specifically I like BBQ. My friend and fraternity brother Dirty Bill turned out to confound all of us who knew him, and actually demonstrated value to society by becoming a BBQ guru. He's the Ayatollah of the Stu-Pit BBQ team, and you can check out this grotesque display of humanity at http://www.stu-pit.com/.

Galloway attacks his Big Brother critics

Guardian Unlimited Politics Special Reports Galloway attacks his Big Brother critics

What's truly terrifying is not that men like George Galloway exist - we've seen many ranting lunatics in the media and politics, on both sides of the Atlantic. Nor is the terrifying thing comprised of the various public sentiments that he's espoused, nor the type of nightmarish world he envisions should his policies be adopted - repulsive as all those things are.

The disturbingly awful thing about George Galloway is that there is an entire constituency of people that actually voted for him. A localized population that, amongst all available choices, said "this is the best man to speak for us!"

I'm not familiar with Bethnal Green, and I've never been there. But I suggest to all residents of neighboring British communities to demand an inquiry into whether hallucinogenic drugs are regularly pumped into the groundwater there. Or perhaps it's a giant enclosed mental asylum, like a penal-colony for the deranged? Or maybe Bethnal Green is a big reality-TV project produced by Fox, where the citizens are all contestants to see who could be zanier politically?

Beef Jerkey time

Crap. As i suspected I completely lost track of this blog thing. Not that anyone even remotly reads it, but it's important to generate my 2 page views a day for the google ads. At this rate i can retire on google adsense money right after the solar system dies. This is kind of like talkting to myself, but talking to myself while self-concious of spelling errors, and forgetting a password.

So Merry New Year! Beef Jerkey time! So far 2006 has been voted "Best Year Yet" by the secret commitee run by the Pope, CarrotTop, and Jacques Cousteau. I've been assured by my wife's astrologer acquaintance that I'll come into a BUNCH of money this year. So far I've won my football pool (The Fawn Leibowitz Memorial Football Pool). I can't retire on my winnings but boy can I get drunk.