On 4 Mar 2005 10:45:49 -0800, "remarksman{at}yahoo.com"
 wrote:

>Grizzlie Antagonist wrote:
>> On Fri, 04 Mar 2005 00:26:50 -0500, "Deborah Terreson"
>>  wrote:
>>
>> >I mentioned that Canseco is going to go testify to a house committee
>and Bob
>> >just came in and says he has an idea... That every time Barry Bonds
>goes up
>> >to bat, the pitchers should walk him until he comes clean!!
>>
>>
>> Well, tell Bob that Bonds would hardly notice the difference.  And
>> then ask him, suppose Bonds "came clean".  Would the pitchers then
>> agree to STOP walking him?
>>
>> On the other hand, what if Bonds came up in the bottom of the ninth
>> inning with the score tied and the bases loaded?
>>
>> Walking him intentionally under those circumstances would probably be
>> carrying the principle of forcing him to "come clean"
just a little
>> too far - wouldn't it?
>>
>>
>>
>> >I think he's
>> >getting disgusted, he just huffed out that he's seen Brooks
>Robinson, Pete
>> >Rose and Hank Aaron and he doesn't need this shit!!
>>
>>
>> I can't find that story, but he is always getting disgusted.
>> Personally, I think that he should give the press his middle finger.
>> He never cared before what they wrote about him.  He never cared
>> whether the fans booed or cheered.  Why should he give a shit now?
>>
>> Actually, as long as the investigation of BALCO is still in the hands
>> of a grand jury, his attorney is undoubtedly telling him not to talk
>> publicly about it, and he should probably be following his attorney's
>> advice.
>>
>>
>> >Babe Ruth did it on bourbon and hot dogs.
>>
>>
>> As did Mickey Mantle.
>>
>> Paul Waner - "Big Poison" to his peers (his little
brother Lloyd was
>> "Little Poison") - was another Hall of Famer who enjoyed
looking at
>> the wine when it was red - though he was more of a
>singles-and-doubles
>> hitter than a home run hitter.
>>
>> But most of his 3152 hits (3000 is pretty much of an automatic Hall
>of
>> Fame qualifier) were achieved with a warm happy glow inside of him.
>>
>> The worst season of his big league career was apparently the one that
>> he spent on the wagon.  He explained his success as a hitter thusly:
>> I used to see three baseballs, and I hit the middle one.
>>
>> I recently saw an old movie, "Witness for the
Prosecution", in which
>> Charles Laughton played a brilliant English barrister defending a
>> client charged with murder.
>>
>> His character frequently sipped brandy stored in his cane while in
>> court, and the more drunk he got, the better his command of the law
>> and of the facts of his case and the more brilliant and witty his
>> legal arguments became.
>
>huh?
>
>this is the same lawyer who, these few days past, perched atop his
>Mountain and derided hunter thompson and an entire decade for their
>"drug addiction"??!



Yeah.

Marijuana and all of those other sixties drugs are badges and indicia
of long-haired unclean freaks who throw bombs at administration
buildings in the name of peace and who demand the right to smoke
anything, ingest anything, and fuck anything they want at any time
they want at someone's else's expense without their having to suffer
any consequences of their decision.

Surely you haven't forgotten, RR, that anyone who objects to violence
in the name of non-violence and anyone who objects to your declared
right to smoke anything, ingest anything, and fuck anything you want
at any time you want at someone's else's expense without your having
to suffer any consequences of your decision is a "fascist" - because
that's what smoking marijuana (and whatever else you fed yourself
with) taught you.

Isn't that also the first thing you learned at Berkeley?  Isn't that
also the first thing that you learned from Timothy Leary?


>your addictions are Good, and his are Bad?  LOL!!


Who said anything about "addictions"?

Are you going "traditionalist" on me?  Are you going "Carrie Nation
feminist"?

Yeah, maybe you are.  Maybe you should drop the facade that you are an
anti-feminist.

You're blaming all of your personal woes on George W. Bush and
company?

You sound EXACTLY like my forty-something unmarried childless and
lonely feminist sister and like several million other women in her
demographic.  She blames George W. Bush for everything going wrong
with her life as well.

But where is it written that drinking socially or at the end of the
week constitutes an "addiction" to alcohol?

To me, an addiction to alcohol means making alcohol a way of life.  It
means drinking during the week, drinking during the work day, and
allowing alcohol to affect the pattern of your everyday life.

An addiction does NOT mean kicking back with a beer or three or a
bottle of wine at the end of a busy work week.  If it means that to
you, maybe you more closely resemble those old-fashioned suffragettes
and saloon-choppers than you are willing to allow - even though you
wear the aging hippie mantle better.

But alcohol has the saving grace of not being a hippie drug.  Hippie
drugs are a way of life to aging hippies, at least the ones who
haven't yet died off.


>now, it couldn't be that your moralism stems from the need to keep the
>revolving door of "justice" turning, the prison doors closing (five to
>a cell and counting!), and the paychecks coming in?  hmmm?


Huh!  If I've sold out for MY paycheck, I've sold out cheaply indeed!


>who do you think are locked in them cages, boy?  grandmothers?


You wouldn't know, hippie, because you don't do this for a living.
You don't represent the people locked in those cages.  You don't visit
them and interview them.

In any event, I've already put myself on the record as being AGAINST
the War on Drugs and being AGAINST the criminalization of recreational
use of drugs - notwithstanding my obvious distaste for them.

I've already said that I think that addicts should be allowed to blow
their minds out on hippie drugs, if they want, and the law shouldn't
interfere.


>no wonder you're always bleating "stone the crows"!
>
>right-profitable crows, them is!



Since you obviously are unable to define the "right" in a coherent
manner, you wouldn't know.

The only thing that you know (or vaguely sense through whatever cells
remain in your acid head) about "the right" is that they in some way
represents opposition to your ability to smoke anything, ingest
anything, and fuck anything you want at any time you want at someone's
else's expense without your having to suffer any consequences of your
decision.

And yeah, you've made it clear that you don't want to lose THAT
freedom.

"It's a free country, isn't it?" a commercial on MTV asks.  "So
where's all the free stuff?"

Not everyone is willing to give you free stuff - that's why you're
shaking your long unwashed hair in my direction and in the direction
of all perceived authority figures and shouting (through your nose)
FASH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH-IST!

Because throwing a childlike temper tantrum is the solution to
everything that ails an aging hippie.



>and there you are, mister "men's advocate," standing in the Front Row
>with joe coors 


Not likely.  I regard baseball as a religion, and Coors once sponsored
a female baseball team, which I consider to be an abomination.

Coors also tried to make its peace with the gay community, so I don't
know where that "right wing" image of Coors comes from.  Not from the
real world.

For both those reasons, I haven't had any Coors for a long long time.


>and adolph (zieg heil!) busch, hefting a nice fat rock


I like Bud, and I don't know anything about Busch's politics.  I
thought that his name was Augie and that he owned the St. Louis
Cardinals.



>>
>> I wish that I knew where to find brandy like that.
>>
>>
>
>the only place you find it is in fiction, hypocrite



Aw, the poor aging flower child is taking a swing at whatever moves.

He's using my obviously tongue-in-cheek remark about brandy turning
Charles Laughton into a super-lawyer as some sort of ploy.

It's pretty clear to anyone whose brain cells are NOT rotting away
from the use of hippie drugs that my remark isn't supposed to be taken
seriously.

I've already acknowledged in follow-up remarks to Society and Deborah
Terreson that alcohol makes one drowsy and incoherent and doesn't make
one witty and debonair in any setting except a Hollywood movie.

I try to make it a point of taking responsibility for MY choices,
flower power, and this is something you will never understand.

And let me tell you something else, flower child, your addictions are
a lot worse than what you regard as my "addiction".

You know why?  Because you see things that don't exist.  You see an
anti-feminist Left.

You can't name for me one contemporary or even NEAR-contemporary
example of an anti-feminist leftist.  I've heard that early in the
20th century, the communists opposed women's suffrage for political
reasons - they feared that an electorate filled with young mothers
would be antithetical to the revolution, but I'm not even so sure
about that, since both Marx and Lenin preached feminism.

But since the end of World War II, no one has ever seen such an animal
as an anti-feminist leftist.  There is no such animal as an
anti-feminist leftist.  After the early 20th century, such a creature
never existed, never COULD exist, and never WILL exist any more than
could unicorns exist.

And you can't name ONE contemporary or near-contemporary example of an
anti-feminist leftist.  Not ONE!  Not ONE!  Not ONE!  Not ONE!  Not
ONE!  Not ONE!  Not ONE!  Not ONE!  Not ONE!  Not ONE!

But you use semi-literate third grade pig Latin, which you pitifully
attempt to disguise as working-class patois and talk about an
anti-feminist Left as though you could really see it.

Only some souped-up acid head could have a hallucination as wild as
that necessary to conjure up the imaginary image of an anti-feminist
Left.


>take a vacation, fatboy, yore doo for a maintenance chekup at langley


Go to Hanoi, happy hippy.  Smoke a joint with Ho.

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