Daily Archives: April 9, 2006

Evil Annie Coulter bites again

Oooh, she’s so clever. At least in her own head.
The self-imposed “sex symbol” of the Conservative movement will unleash another batch of her scribblings in early June. At least that’s what Drudge is dribbling about.
Ho hum. Until then, I guess we’ll just have to wonder whether it’s “Fair and Balanced.”
Considering the title will be “The Church of Liberalism – Godless” I’m guessing she’s on another oh-so not enlightening rant about what she believes that I believe.
The scrawny scribe has unsheathed her poison pen once again.
The worst news is this – it means she’ll have another excuse to make the talk show rounds and spew her own hatred.
Almost as scary as her rhetoric is that clavicle which looks like it could slice through sheet metal and a sternum that put fear into my heart. Take it from me, that’s not so sexy.


Barry Bonds overload

I’m sick and tired of seeing Barry Bonds’ big ol’ steroids-inflated head on tv. I’ll admit I prefer to watch ESPN over the Fox sports programming. I’m a junky for Sportscenter.
However, ESPN’s obsession with Barry Bonds has hit a new high, or should that be a new low.
Over the past few seasons, the network has dedicated one reporter to follow the Giants’ basher. Poor Pedro Gomez has been stuck trailing the surly slugger around trying to get a pertinent answer from the “clear” cream using jerk. He’s given us updates ad nauseum on Bonds’ balky knee and all the “No comments” and refusals to talk about the steroid issue.
Now the sports network has paid several million dollars to gain access to Bonds for a reality show – “Bonds on Bonds”.
Apparently even some of the folks at ESPN aren’t real happy with the network’s new reality show. The New York Times did a piece on several of the folks on camera and behind the scenes complaining about the integrity of the show since lots of $$$$ were forked over to gain access. Even a bit more fishy is a review of the show on ESPN’s web site which says we all should give it a chance. Read far enough into the piece and you’ll find out that the reviewer is a friend of one of the people producing the show.
I don’t ever plan on watching the show. If I want to see a head that size I’ll watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade with all its balloons. If I want to watch an ego that size, I’ll watch Simon Cowell on American Idol.
I’m so sick of watching him whine and cry about the media trailing him and the allegations swirling around his alleged steroid use.
It seems every two minutes on ESPN there is either a promo touting their inside access with him sitting on a couch bitching or at his locker bitching or, wait, just bitching about the media or a piece about Bonds and his sterling career and his chase for home run records. When he’s not bitching, he’s crying.
Oh yeah, let’s all feel sorry for the “sensitive” Barry and his trials and tribulations. Boo hoo.