YEEHAW

So Obama picked his Secretary of the Interior today, Senator from Colorado Ken Salazar. That’s cool with me, but why the fuck did Salazar decide to dress like a Texas oil Tycoon at the press conference? Ten gallon hat and one of those stupid cowboy ties? Didn’t we learn from the past 8 years that politicians that wear western wear are not all that well respected on Capitol Hill? Come on man, you just got chosen to be in the hippest political entourage in American history. Don’t blow it by showing up to the press conference like you just cam from the rodeo. When you got the call from Obama you should have headed to Macy’s and at least bought a new suit and tie. I guess it could have been worse. He could have gone the route of trying to look like he was in touch with today’s youth and wore a white visor and a popped collar polo shirt. Is that even what the kids are wearing these days? I can never tell. Salazar; next time, suit and power tie with a Windsor knot. Dress like Alec Baldwin at the beginning of Glengarry Glenn Ross.

Try to look like you have a handle on this colossal fuck of a country you are about take control over. Is that too much to ask. Don't be an asshole.......the thumbs up? Come on man

CRAIGSLIST CONSPIRACY

So like many, one of my favorite past times is searching the free section of the ol'Craigslist. Hot damn there is some mighty fine stuff that can be found on there, be it a used baby crib, dishware, or an entertainment unit that a dog has been chewing on for the past 12 years. Tonight I figured was just another one of those nights of surfing for useless crap. That was until Skut found himself a set of tools. I agreed to go along for the drive out to pick 'em up and everything seemed pretty kosher. That was until when we arrived at thte address. It was a house located at the tailend of a culdosac. It was pitch black, no tools in sight. We turned the car around to be facing the headlights of an on coming Blazer.

At that point there was a slight hint in the back of my noggin brain that perhap this was all some psycho's plot to lure us in so he could go saw 1-5 on us. No way I was going down like that. I started prepping for my current fight or flight situation, but I looked down at my feet and realized I couldn't do either. I was wearing fucking flipflops. No one can run in flip flops. I don't care who you are. You either end up falling on your face or....well usually you fall on your face if you try to go too fast. Next issue. No one can fight in flip flops. first kick you throw.....flip flop flies off. You're donezo. What that? Take them off you say...no go, gravel road. Gravel roads get stabby on the toesies. At this point I'm mentally defeated. I sit back and prepare to accept the impending death that lay before me. That is until the Blazer keeps going and simply drives past us.

Granted I was glad that I didn't end up on the dinner table of some leather face buffalo bill type, but at the same time, I wonder; is the Craigslist Killer an unknown urban legend? Are there yahoos out there luring young one's in with proverbial candy; tempting the young college girls with an affordable futon only to get them into their lair for BTK fun? This needs to be looked into Burbank P.D. Quit issuing the parking/Jaywalking tickets and get on this Craig killah. He or she mustive taken out at least a handful of people right?

I mean there are hookers: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/05/nyregion/05craigslist.html

Dumb Thieves: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23925847/wid/18298287

This has the makings of a straight to Lifetime movie...who's in?