
Today's targets are Sen. Jay Rockefeller and Former Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich. They both recently made derisive statements towards Millenials.

What is the next big thing everybody privately talks about but publicly does not want to bring up? Marijuana. Not just the narcotic itself but the legalization of Cannabis. Which at this point is restricted to medical usage if sold commercially. This activity takes place despite federal laws against such activity but is permitted by certain states. Now, I do not smoke weed, I do not want to smoke weed and I certainly would not want my children to smoke weed. Still, do I think we should legalize weed? Absolutely and I know I am not alone in this sentiment. In fact, I have been a part of three separate conversations regarding commercial marijuana distribution in the past two weeks. You know who else agrees with me? The states of Michigan, California and others who now grant licenses to distribute the drug through “medicinal growing clubs.” In truth, these operations are likely a mere formality to an ultimate end. Here are my bullet point reasons for why weed should be and will be completely legalized (though tempered in its public use in a way similar to tobacco or alcohol) within the next five years:
1) People Smoke Anyway: They just do. I don’t get but I don’t have to. We are living in America; people may have well understood freedoms tempered by liberty.
2) The Black Market: Weed does create violence but it is because of the illicit nature of the business. The liquor trade was violent too when it was illegal. I don’t feel like drug dealers should get to drive fancy cars while I drive an economical option. Which leads me to…
3) Tax Revenue: As a fiscal conservative and tax payer I am so thrilled to be getting tax money off of marijuana sales. Anything to alleviate the taxation of productivity and fund government through peoples’ vices is fine by me.
4) Business: Did somebody say, “new emerging sector?” As a guy who was put through college on profits from commercial real estate leases, I smile when I see previously vacant storefronts displaying anything…even a green leaf.
5) States’ Rights: The states absolutely have the right to do this. The feds will counter with an interstate commerce law argument. That law reaches too far and could be hemmed in by the efforts of legal marijuana advocates. If not, the feds will continue to look like fascist idiots for busting old hippies growing pot with a state license. At some point, the public policy disaster will be too much for any administration to handle.
In conclusion, I say that the time is now for advocate of marijuana. With a slumping economy and a public angry with the federal government, there may never exist a riper moment to firmly entrench a legitimate business culture of marijuana distribution. Besides, if I’m not against it who is?!?!









Dick Cheney’s Wheel Chair at the Inauguration: Oh yeah, we all believe he, “fell moving boxes,” and did not have another heart problem. Way to blow it GOP. You could have actually scored sympathy points for Dick Cheney.
Governor Rob Blagojevich on Celebrity Apprentice: First, ole’ Rob B. got himself impeached from the Governorship of Illinois. To be honest, that whole process was fairly impressive. He went out kicking, screaming, accusing, and refuting President Obama’s claims that he and the disgraced Governor weren’t close. Having his 15 minutes of fame, Blagojevich should have retired from the public eye with a sort of defiant dignity…or not! Blagojevich attempted to become the next celebrity apprentice to Donald Trump. Anymore, the jump from political scandal to reality television is not a far off. Still, Blagojevich deserves ridicule for being so self-absorbed as to jump into the cultural sewer that is reality TV.
South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford goes, “en fuego” with Argentine: Almost an unfair race when you include a story like this. The undisputed facts in this case:
- Mark Sanford was the popular Republican Governor of South Carolina.
- Mark Sanford had a habit of hiking in the Appalachian wilderness as a way to relax.
- Mark Sanford disappeared for a few days and members of the media (plus government employees) begin to notice.
-M ark Sanford’s staff claimed he was somewhere on the Appalachian Trail with no cell phone.
- Media members familiar with Governor Sanford see him on a return flight from Buenos Aires. Yeah, he was in ARGEN-freaking-TINA!
- It was revealed that Gov. Sanford had a long-time Argentine mistress (a former model and TV reporter no less) whom he often traveled to see.
Now, if you never saw this coming neither did anybody else. Especially surprised was Sanford’s long-time wife…Awkward! The real fun was just getting started as questions arose about whether or not Sanford had appropriated state funds for this international affair. To date, Sanford still believes he can work it out with his wife and the State of South Carolina. Stories like this provide a us with a reminder that the truth is often stranger than fiction.
President Obama pisses off the Special Olympics and Las Vegas: The election of then Senator Obama was billed as a time for change. Instead, it became a familiar tale: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. In this case, it was President Obama and Mr. Prick. As polished as any public speaker in recent memory, it is all the more perplexing that the President states horribly un-P.C. things on a regular basis. Though it turns out he had been kind of a jerk for years, President Obama made a splash by referring to his low bowling score as a, “Special Olympics Score.” First, Special Olympics athletes are often exceptional bowlers with very high scores. Second, how much of an arrogant S.O.B do you have to be to think it is okay to say this as President of the United States? Conservative rants aside, the President next decided to frame the problems of America in the context of a city: Las Vegas. Las Vegas may be ‘Sin City’ and may be an example of financial excess. However, it is also a major American city with an expanding population (read voters). After insulting the city…twice…the Mayor of Las Vegas made it clear that he was very upset and made thinly veiled threats that security would not be provided for future Obama visits.
"The Kennedy Seat,” Goes to Scott Brown: Technically, this happened in 2010. Still, the possibility of this happening became apparent in 2009 and…okay I just want to gloat (not an actual nominee). In no Republican's wildest dreams would the following happen. Ted Kennedy passes away, a run-off election ensues and the Democrats lose his seat. Well, a little-known Massachusetts State Senator named Scott Brown had a dream and it came true. He also had really chiseled features and great abs, or so Cosmo thought when they did a skantily clad expose on him in June 1982. The blame game ensued. How did this happen in the bluest state in the Union? The truth seemed to be that the election served as a memorandum on several national issues. Still, it was entertaining to watch Scott Brown’s opponent, Martha Coakley, go from heir-apparent to punching bag for the Democrats. Did I mention Ted Kennedy held that Senate seat? Save two years, Kennedys had controlled that very seat since 19, “cowdah, pahty, Go Sox! Freakin” 53!!!
Winner: Toughest race of the year…Mark Sanford. No actual 2009 moment was ever going to overtake this one.
Awkward Do Not Have Enough Money to Consistently See Movies Awards:
Me
Awkward Sports Moment People Actually Cared About Award Nominees:
LeGarrette Blount: The Oregon Ducks running back was having a frustrating afternoon at Boise State. Ultimately, his team lost a hotly contested game. Not awkward you say? Well, what about cold-cocking a Boise State linebacker after the game…on national television. Blount had to be escorted off the field by security because he proceeded to try to fight the entire Boise State home crowd of some 50,000. After a long suspension, Blount was reinstated to the team.
Tiger Woods: We will likely never know what exactly happened on that fateful night. This much is sure: Tiger was in a crash, Tiger fled the house after his gorgeous Swedish wife found out he was seeing another woman, Tiger ends up in the hospital and out of the public eye for months. As it turned out, Tiger had been bedding a plethora of women for years. Surprisingly, none of them were nearly as good looking as his wife. Tiger recently emerged from his cave, only to be a robot all over again.

Tigers (the Detroit variety): The Detroit Tigers led the American League Central Division, by a safe margin, for most of the 2009 season. Typical of the Tigers, they figured out a way to let the young, inexperienced and mediocre (but shockingly resilient) Minnesota Twins into the divisional race. Still, the Tigers managed to go 7-3 to end September and seemed poised for the playoffs. Worst -case scenario to end the regular season: Twins go 4-0; Tigers need to go 2-2 to win the division. What actually happened: Twins go 4-0; Tigers go 1-3 and need to play a one-game elimination for the division. Gut-wrenchingly, the Tigers show heart for the first time a week and lose 8-7 in the 12th Inning. Hour before the deciding game, the Associated Press reports that Tiger’s star Miguel Cabrera was arrested by police for drunkenness and domestic violence the previous week before a pivotal loss. Sources close to the team claim that General Manager Dave Dombrowski personally bailed Cabrera out of jail and drove him to the ballpark.

Dennis Rodman: Being on Celebrity Rehab.
WINNER: Dennis Rodman!!!


The Temple Bar Pub (3.75 out of 5)
47/48 Temple Bar, Dublin 2
It may not seem like much to look at, but looks can be deceiving. The Temple Bar is named for Sir William Temple (for whom the entire district is also named). So to recap: Temple Bar is a single establishment within a larger district known as Temple Bar. Confused? Who cares!?!? The former is one large, single floor bar. Despite having three bar areas, the place is so crowded it can literally take 20-30 minutes to get drinks.
If you do go to The Temple Bar get ready for a dark and loud feeling reminiscent of a club. The entire flow of the bar would work well, if there were a fire marshal at the door. Slipping through the throngs of tight pant wearing Euro-guys can make you yearn for the days of baggy pants. At least then there was reassuring mystery as to which things you bumped into trying to find an, almost surely non-exsistant, open table. One thing you will find is police officers, or at least evidence of some. Be sure to check out the bar post in the front corner with police patches from around the world.
You will also meet regular folks from around the world. Or, a greasy, 30 something Italian guy begging a table full of disinterested students to move the party to a, "disco!" My friend Andrew made a fine impression on the tourist population of Dublin and won, "Ireland Trip MVP," for getting so drunk at this bar that random foreigners we had never met were whispering in my ear, "Your friend is so drunk." The magnitude of the feat is only enhanced by the fact that, as previously mentioned, it was incredibly hard to procure any drinks. Yet, with a few well placed elbows, a flurry of inquistive questions like, "are you gonna finish that babay gurl?" and sheer determination, Andrew rang in a night for the record books and kept his drinking dignity. A good day for America too as in the dark cluttered mess of Temple Bar lay a veritable United Nations of drinking talent. If you are lucky, you might meet: Tall Canadians, Seemingly Neutral Swiss, and Gypsies.
Well, you would not be lucky to meet Gypsies. Since Romania’s admission to the EU, it has been particularly easy for Gypsy beggars to inhabit the tourist center of Dublin. A word of advice: don’t give them any money. Andrew gave one an American quarter (in a shrewd plan to trick the Gypsies and devalue the Euro by circulating American currency) and was immediately mobbed by half a dozen shrouded beggars of the night. The seemingly neutral Swiss and myself (never much for neutrality to begin with) sprang into action and swatted the Gypsies away like so many mayflies descending to the shore for their short lifetime. Basically, we got hammered and slapped at Gypsies… but not before rocking out with a great house band! I cannot remember a time that any song, much less the U2 classic, “With or Without You,” has ever been drunk sung louder than, “Don’t Stop Believin’ !” Can you imagine: A chorus of young people from around the world, uniting under the banner of inebriation, and singing the anthem of an entire generation of Irishmen? See, this is when I wish the UN and English Soccer would hire me as President of American Marketing. Even this accomplishment could not be as memorable as…
The Laurels Pub
Main Street, Killarney
(5 out of 5)
NEXT WEEK! THE FINALE!


