In another episode of "Taxing the Fat", we endeavor to explore the psyche of people who promote regressive taxation to achieve policy goals.

Melissa Healy, blogger for the LA Times, who likely doesn't understand why the poor and minorities in LA don't eat organic greens, bathes fat people in the warmth of her glowing sentiment in the blog linked below:



Comments?

How many of you have read about the ESPN reporter Erin Andrews getting peeped on by some creep who released a video?



This kind of thing needs to be severely punished. You might ask me, Hey Jason haven't you looked at the video? Believe me, she is my ideal woman, perfect, and hell yes I am curious but I am not going to watch the video. At least with adult video everyone consents and everyone gets paid. Nobody should profit from this shithead's scumbaggery.

Bottom line, and I don't give a shit if I'm being chauvinistic, we need to protect ALL women from this. How many women have had this happen to them but it never made the news? Maybe it's happened to someone I know and care about. This has to be a big time federal crime with big time consequences. Give em the fucking chair.






(not really about the chair...but unwelcome prison love is okay.)

Battlestar Galactica is gone. Stargate Atlantis is gone. The Shield is gone. 24 is done for the year. I don't have any more TV shows. Actually I've started watching Burn Notice recently. I like spy stuff, and the gratuitous Miami flesh doesn't hurt anything either. But what else on TV is there to look forward to? Josh says he wants to watch Mad Men and Entourage. I want another Sci Fi show, or another dirty cop show a la The Shield. I tend to have one or maximum two shows that I keep track of at a given point in the year. Watching baseball is shite.

Yaaaaay!!!!!!! I love how our political parties behave.

Had a good time last night down at the Bidwell thing. It was Latin music, which I absolutely love. Ran into (e:enknot) and (e:drew) which was nice. I enjoyed Bear Republic's Racer 5 IPA, a favorite of mine when I visit Fat Bob's. So far, so good.

But....when I got home I actually watched two romantic comedies. How to lose a guy in 10 Days, and some other shite movie with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant. Fookin hell, the guys and gals in these movies always have wonderful lives. Peeps, what went wrong last night? Part of me enjoyed the movies, but most of me woke up in the morning with a hangover, saying "What did I just do?"