Vince Young a great example to follow
Great gesture from Titans QB and man-about-town Vince Young in picking up the young sons of the late Steve McNair for a "Dear Dads Breakfast."
Who knows, the two boys may grow up some day to own their own strip club.
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Tell them how the weather was... -- Ernest Hemingway bryce_martin_1@Lycos.com
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
European countries have reason to love Obama
Yahoo headline:
Survey: Obama retains wide approval in Europe
Duh. Of course he does.
Why would he not. Many of the countries in Europe have high concentrations of muslims that they have no control over. Plus, countries in Europe are surrounded by other of these countries. The majority non-muslims are afraid to speak out in fear of retaliation.
As long as they have a muslim ally in America who is also president, they are happy. They don't want anyone to provoke muslims, and they're safe on that point with Obama.
Who needs a survey to tell us that?
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Yahoo headline:
Survey: Obama retains wide approval in Europe
Duh. Of course he does.
Why would he not. Many of the countries in Europe have high concentrations of muslims that they have no control over. Plus, countries in Europe are surrounded by other of these countries. The majority non-muslims are afraid to speak out in fear of retaliation.
As long as they have a muslim ally in America who is also president, they are happy. They don't want anyone to provoke muslims, and they're safe on that point with Obama.
Who needs a survey to tell us that?
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Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Dwight Lewis is a useless columnist
In a recent column, Dwight Lewis wrote about how people mourn death. He should know a lot about that. His people, black people such as himself, are dying by the droves on Nashville streets and dark alleys. Black on black murder is rampant.
Lewis, the philosopher, however, sits in his Fat Cat chair at the Tennessean, wherein he has a job that he could mail in -- a convenience of being black himself in a liberal-run newspaper that can feel good about itself for having him on its payroll as show -- and contemplates his biggest decision of the day -- in which establishment will he be served his steak on this day.
What should he do? I have no idea. That's not my job to decide. It's my job to criticize the obvious. If he is going to pass himself off as a writer-philosopher, he needs to can the flowery prose, sick liberal agendas and entitlement program cheerleading, and, more importantly, to stop ignoring the elephant in the room, and join the real world, the one in which it is a fight every day for a majority of his fellow blacks.
In short, he needs to be somebody, somebody for those who should matter the most to himself.
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In a recent column, Dwight Lewis wrote about how people mourn death. He should know a lot about that. His people, black people such as himself, are dying by the droves on Nashville streets and dark alleys. Black on black murder is rampant.
Lewis, the philosopher, however, sits in his Fat Cat chair at the Tennessean, wherein he has a job that he could mail in -- a convenience of being black himself in a liberal-run newspaper that can feel good about itself for having him on its payroll as show -- and contemplates his biggest decision of the day -- in which establishment will he be served his steak on this day.
What should he do? I have no idea. That's not my job to decide. It's my job to criticize the obvious. If he is going to pass himself off as a writer-philosopher, he needs to can the flowery prose, sick liberal agendas and entitlement program cheerleading, and, more importantly, to stop ignoring the elephant in the room, and join the real world, the one in which it is a fight every day for a majority of his fellow blacks.
In short, he needs to be somebody, somebody for those who should matter the most to himself.
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