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Alvin Greene: Inadvertent Revolutionary?
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Izvestia or informative representative of the people?
From:
http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/Mr-Harrison-isn-t-going-to-Washington-Steeler-?urn=nfl,163886
Yahoo! Sports
Sun May 17, 2009 5:22 pm EDT
Mr. Harrison isn't going to Washington; Steeler spurns Obama
By Chris Chase
On Thursday, President Obama will welcome the Pittsburgh Steelers to the White House to honor the team for its recent Super Bowl victory. But, just like in 2006 when the Steelers had a post-title meeting with George W. Bush, defensive MVP (and Super Bowl hero) James Harrison won't be in attendance. But he has a good reason:
"This is how I feel -- if you want to see the Pittsburgh Steelers, invite us when we don't win the Super Bowl. As far as I'm concerned, he [Obama] would've invited Arizona if they had won."
Usually, when a sentence begins with "as far as I'm concerned," it ends with an opinion, not an incontrovertible fact. Harrison's comment is akin to saying, "As far as I'm concerned, George Washington was the first president."
Of course the Cards would have received the White House invite if they had won. Winners get to go meet the president, losers don't. They also get the trophy, the parade and those hats that say "Super Bowl champs". I don't think James Harrison(notes) turned down any of those things, which makes his refusal to go to the White House a tad hypocritical.
When Harrison won the NFL's Defensive Player of the Year award, he didn't decline and say, "As far as he was concerned, they would've given this award to someone else if they had had a better defensive season." And when he scored that touchdown in the Super Bowl after returning an interception 100 yards, I'm pretty sure Harrison didn't tell the ref to take the points of the board because, as far as he was concerned, if Larry Fitzgerald(notes) had caught him, he wouldn't have scored.
As far as I'm concerned, James Harrison is sort of a fool. If he doesn't want to go to the White House, fine. (Although I can't imagine why anybody wouldn't want to meet the President of the United States.) But don't make a lame excuse in an attempt to justify your decision. Leave that for NFL refeeres.
Thanks, Fanhouse
Related: Larry Fitzgerald, James Harrison, Pittsburgh Steelers
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
A letter from the other side
Dear pawn,
It’s not about your fleeting money nor is it anything to do with the control of your vulnerable physical existences. Even the most bold of you fall short of the mark of understanding what “life” is all about. You indeed have sinned. I used your institutions to further my ambitions. I care not about your pitiful sexual endeavors or about your aimless quest to find “love” except for which furthers my plot. Once you think you are in a “loving relationship” you are prepared to be corrupted seeing as how you can’t look beyond your ironclad narcissism. Your mind becomes malleable and more suitable for invasion. You seek to allocate provision to ensure your continued existence, not knowing, or caring, that the procedure you use is precisely what weakens your defense and capability to perceive the truth. Your best guesses were still not close to my ultimate goal; the centralization of your ruling classes, what you call shadow governments were of no real importance, they only carried out my plans and they will eventually be destroyed as well. I always chuckle when I consider the fact that your creator forewarned you in detail about me yet you failed to heed that warning, in fact the truth has been close to you your whole life; yet you being the weak contemptible, waste of creation you are; you deliberately ignored it in order to pursue fleeting accommodations to give you comfort in your sorry excuse for lives. Why you were chosen is beyond me, I guess he just had a bleeding heart for wreckage. Either way you will parish in time. No, I have no concern for anything you have including your life. My desires rest in something more, something not susceptible to entropy…..
Best Wishes,
Not Real
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Our President is a Dictator
–noun
1. a person exercising absolute power, esp. a ruler who has absolute, unrestricted control in a government without hereditary succession.
Its official our new US president is a dictator. Time and time again BHO and his capos have circumvented the constitution thereby making it invalid. The constitution was after all primarily a rule set put in place to control elected officials. If the elected officials decide that they no longer have to adhere to it then the only governance they have to follow is their own will and interests. Factor in the natural character flaws inherent in every human being and you've got yourself a brand spanking new dictator. In a massively bold action President Obama fired a private CEO! He then, for comic relief I think, issued a guarantee on warranties of GM and Chrysler vehicles on live television. My president personally backed my car warranty? In a related scene; last week congresswoman Michelle Bachmann asked treasury secretary Tim Geithner and Fed Chair Ben Bernanke, under what provision in the constitution, were they acting in accordance with. After several attempts at double talk and after repeating the simple question a few times the two men eventually cited the necessity of the Congress or something like that. Of course they didn't have constitutional basis for anything they are doing. This is so startling to me because the precedent has been set and states that public officials can do what ever they want as long as they deem it the best interest of the people. They can commandeer private entities, brake laws, create policy based on fake science, invalidate contracts, create czars (czars? I thought we rejected czars) bypass state governments, bully private citizens, create quasi-federal companies and all other things strictly prohibited by the constitution. Our president is a modern day dictator according to definition and his actions.

