HATE BEGETS HATE

Sad news out of my home state of Pennsylvania. This type of discrimination and hate runs rampant in her homes.

I wish people would think twice before they put their hate of fellow human beings on display for their children to see... these boys learned this hate from somewhere!

One touching yet horrible consequence of this brutality, is, the fact, that Luis Ramirez was beaten so horribly that the medallion of Jesus Christ Ramirez was wearing was embedded into his chest leaving a "clotted, bruised impression of Jesus Christ on the skin of his chest."

No amount of politics justifies the killing of another human being. DESPICABLE.

The Jimmy White Gambit

It may come as a surprise to most that I enjoy a good super hero movie now and then. As I stated before, my preference is for one blue tight clad red cape wearing alien from Krypton. However, there is another...

NO NOT WOLVERINE... Wolverine is a chump compared to Gambit (stay tuned for Halloween pics of my own take on Gambit).

My fan boy excitement for this film comes merely from a rewarded patience that I have maintained since THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND... THE YEAR TWOOOOO THOUSAND (shout out: Conan O'Brien)! For those unaware, Gambit (real name Remy LeBeau) is a Cajun mutant heralding from the great city of New Orleans, LA. He has the power to commute kinetic energy into potential energy with explosive consequences. He has two weapons of choice: a deck of cards and a bow staff. He is one of the most popular mutants of the X-Men, but has been absent from all 3 films (X-Men 2000, X2 2003, X3 2006)!!!!

Until now... He will personally be manifest in this movie by the actor Taylor Kitsch a.k.a Tim Riggins from the ailing TV series "Friday Night Lights."

Now that we are all on the same page, Taylor's performance as Gambit can be seen in this footage from Comic-Con 2008 (just look for the playing cards!).

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT (shout out: Monty Python):

1. IS THAT GRAVE ROLLING I HEAR?
   
   There is a cemetery, (Founder's Park) in uptown Charlotte, where the bodies of Charlotte's founders rest (tombstones and all). It is quite a beautiful green space, but it has gone from a plot of hallowed ground to a dog park. There is just something disconcerting about walking a dog in a cemetery, letting said dog piddle on another person's grave marker, and then allowing, again, said dog poo 6 feet above where those who have come before us rest. I am still of the habit of walking around the area where a body lay while in a cemetery, thus it just blows my mind that these uptown residents would allow their canines to defecate all over their founder's graves. These are the same people trying to put the kibosh on a Coyote Ugly and a Hooters. I'm sure the founders are proud!
   
   
2. GOOD INTENTIONS
   
   How do you know when to stop and help someone on the road? Does it depend on how many people are there? gender? mechanical issue? age? How many of the poor can you serve in one day? Should you carry around bottled water for drifters? Money for pan handlers? Food for the hungry? Conversation for the lonely?
   
   The need is overwhelming! I figured it last night that if I stopped and helped every person I saw who needed my charity between my office and my home, I would not make it home until the latter part of the evening. It is personally difficult for me to help one and then walk by the next ten. I need help fighting this fight and the City of Charlotte (boushy uptown residents supplied with the infinite wisdom of selfish people) has already taken themselves out of the running. Charlotte has taken it upon themselves to begin citing homeless people who are lining up for food distribution on the city's fringes. Kudos Charlotte! DESPICABLE!
   
   Any who, God, I pray for the wisdom to help the most needy among my community that cross my path. Help me, my friends, and my family to serve those who are referred to as "the least of these" with the courage, resources and intentions fueled by your Gospel. In Your Name, I pray. Amen.

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Wow...

B.H. Obama

This is a picture I would like to see circling around in forwarded emails... truly inspiring! The chills I feel looking at this picture are a true testament to the pure emotion captured by this AP photographer. I would caption this picture: "The Healing of America (and the World)."

Other American Presidents (insert biased assumption #1) have drawn crowds in Berlin...

J.F. Kennedy

G.W. Bush




R.W. Reagan

Any who... an update on a previous post regarding the "MySpace Tween Killer." Her lawyer has filed a motion to dismiss... "The new defense motions argue the indictment violates constitutional due process, fails to state an offense as required by federal rules of criminal procedure and alleges no crime, but is instead vague." I have a great idea, how about this women withdraw her "not guilty" plea and accept responsibility for what she did, thus a "guilty" plea would be appropriate.

DESPICABLE.

"That's it! You're outta here!"

A "Jim White Adventure" is an occurrence that happens to this author when he is either off gallivanting around the globe or rocking it out solo in Charlotte... regardless, these "Adventures" seem to only happen to me when no one else is around (sort of like Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones).

Any who, I had quite the "Jim White Adventure" yesterday. Aside from recanting my "Adventure" to my lovely wife. Alyssa, I recently recanted the tale to my brother in the law (unlike a brother-in-law) Richard Zmijewski. What follows is the transcript of our conversation... enjoy!

10:04 AM me: hola?

10:08 AM Richard: Coma estas?

me: estoy bien! e tu?

Richard: Muy bien, gracias!

10:09 AM me: i scooped your ass

Richard: how so
oh with Trina
congratulations, now all 2 of your readers were better informed
BURNED

me: lol

Richard: lol
sorry
that was mean

me: zoom zoom zooooooooooooom

10:10 AM Richard: question for you:
10:11 AM If you were a hot dog
would you eat yourself?
I know I would

10:12 AM me: id cover my self with relish and brown mustard... id chow down!
how about this sh%#
10:13 AM im going to blog about it later but ill give you the 411

Richard: sweet

me: my plane from minneapolis to charlotte was delayed last night
because some a$$#@!& would not get off his cell phone
we get on the plane
he is on a call
10:14 AM the flight attendant (fa) asks him to end his call
he ignores her

Richard: wow

me: this guy is sitting in an exit row behind me
window seat
she asks again
nothing
she tells him to hang up
he pretends to
10:15 AM another fa comes by and he is texting
the new fa tells him he has to stop and power off his phone
he pretends to
the first fa comes back around and sees him texting and she says, "thats it youre out of here!"

Richard: Tell me you intervened and f&@%!^* kicked him in the balls

10:16 AM me: this is all happening as we are rolling to the runway
ERRRRRRRRR... pilot hits the brakes and takes us back to the gate

Richard: wow

me: they present him with a "violation pamphlet" to which he says "im not
f&@%!^* reading that"
10:17 AM we park at the gate and the second fa asks him to get his things and come to the front of the plane
two cop cars roll up, they cuff him, and peace out

Richard: I hope this ends with: an air marshall tazered him to the ground and he burst into flames.

me: federal charges B$&TCH

Richard: NICE

me: no air marshal on the plane
10:18 AM or atleast he did not make himself known

Richard: so they kicked him off?

me: all in all i get into charlotte and hour late
yup

Richard: wow

me: kicked his a$$ off

Richard: douche bag mcdouchery
Did everyone clap

me: seriously
pretty much
10:19 AM we almost had an uprising

Richard: I would have clapped with a big "f%$# you farewell"

me: what was even better was i asked if i could have his window exit row seat and they said sure

Moral of this aerial "Jim White Adventure" is if you don't hang up you get locked up!

Hooray! Something NEWS worthy.

WOW WOW WOW... that's right, 3 WOWs!

For one, I found something to write about.

For twosies, I do not want to be a TV anchor/reporter when I grow up. Honestly, I thought cops and teachers had it rough considering their pay, in relation to their profession, but this story out of Erie, PA (born and raised... on the playgrounds where I spent most of my days...) is the "beez-neez."

Get this...

"(Jennifer) Taylor said her annual salary at WSEE started at about $24,000, and she was making roughly $26,000 a year when she left in May. She declined to reveal her Toledo salary."It was hard to leave (Erie), but I felt like I learned all I could there," said Taylor, who has family in northeastern Ohio. "It was always my intention to move on."But it's also hard when you come into a job and you know that a manager in fast-food is making more than you are and you have a college degree."

Turns out...

"A 2007 Radio-Television News Directors Association and Ball State University survey shows that the median pay for television reporters in a market the size of Erie's is $24,000 a year. For anchors, median yearly pay is $45,900.By contrast, median pay for an assistant manager at a U.S. fast-food restaurant -- the job former WSEE reporter Taylor referred to -- is $25,775, according to PayScale.com, an Internet site that collects data on employee compensation nationwide."

If you subtract the money it cost for the degree to become a broadcast journalist and then compare that to the upward mobility of the average committed-to-the-fast-food-industry employee, I would gather that the "Hamburglar" is more likely to come out on top of this "Dollar Menu."

Just when you thought the people you see on TV were livin' it up Diddy style... AAAAAANNNHHHHHHH... the correct answer is they are just like you and me, except someone does their hair and makeup... ooooh, and the craft services... mmmmmm, catering...

SEACREST OUT!

There's something... on... the wing!

Not really... Hella bumpy, though! Felt like the pilots were bored and decided to throw it into 4WD. Much obliged, but I think I will pass on the WWII dog fight reenactment at 38,000 feet.

So it goes like this...

Dear diary, It's me, Jimmy, again. After all, who else would it be... ha ha. Today was neat... not really. Work in Minneapolis again has me missing my Butters. Anywho, can't wait to be home... You know you love me. XOXO Gossip Girl.

Man, I really have nothing creative to write... I know this "bloggers-block" (TM), if you will, effects us all... in fact, I think my boy at michaelshakes.blogspot.com hasn't blogged in a long-o time... the list of said b loggers favorite actors/actresses is weak... I KID I KID! Just gearing up for Fantasy Football, to which he is our commish'.

YOU'RE GOING DOWN SHAKE-AWAY!