Thursday, July 24, 2008

Cut 'is fecking head off then ...

Everyone  in the tank

Remember when McCain said that he had visited all 57 States during his campaign? Then there was the time that McCain said "Well let me be absolutely clear. Israel is a strong friend of Israel's." Oh, and what about the time that McCain said "10,000 people died" in the Kansas tornadoes (death toll really 12). Crazy stuff, eh? Wait, let's not forget when McCain said that Arkansas was a "nearby" state to Kentucky. Man was that a major flub showing a complete lack of knowledge of simple geography. Hmm, wait a minute. I might be making a flub myself, here... 
Thank you Warner Todd Huston.  But isn't it a shame that Obama's rank ignorance, if not idiocy, and media protection of him make it necessary to point out the obvious?  Well, obvious to the living.

You may have to be a soccer mom -or dad - to appreciate what I'm thinking here.  As parents who burned so many carbon credits  driving  to youth and high school soccer games  that even Al Gore would have trouble matching us, we grew to understand soccer fan  violence. 

It's the officiating.

I can think of no other sport where the game's rules ( I've heard they exist) are so subjectively and arbitrarily enforced.  Don't get me started.  Because of the ease in which they can control the outcome of any game, many do. Refs, especially at the local level, allow personal biases,  and dislike for a certain community to hold sway over their better selves,  and act in transparently outrageous fashion.  A team's best player may be red-carded (ejected) for passing wind.  This culture of mistrust over a referee's motives manifests itself in the rest of the world, where the game actually has a following past high-school, with moats surrounding the pitch meant to keep referees from being lynched.

Our media are now so brazenly in the tank that I suspect they too will soon need a moat. Good.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

A few years back, I had to give an interview in the editorial offices of the Cleveland Plain Dealer. There were two burly menacing security guards in the small alcove at the front door, one of whom escorted me to the editorial floor, which was replete with receptionist straight out of Three Days of the Condor. She buzzed me through a door made of bullet proof glass, and another underling escorted me into the presence of those who cower behind such security. It didn't strike me until I was leaving why they'd need all of that.

Casca

Rodger the Real King of France said...

They do.

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