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The Re-naming of Columbus Day

Today as many American’s are given the opportunity to sleep in a little later and enjoy a matinee due to the celebration of a mass murderer, more cities and states are slowing beginning to come around to the idea of re-naming this day to something along the lines of ‘Indigenous Peoples Day’, which of course would shift the focus from the murderer to the murdered. 

Today Vermont joins a growing list of states, and Denver & Phoenix join the list of cities which are choosing to join my movement and cease to honor someone who’s hero status was rammed down our throats as children.  The fact that we have been forced to honor this man, this villain, this murderer for years has sickened me to no end.  It is a relief that more and more people are coming to the realization that it is quite impossible to discover a land that is already inhabited by people.  By shifting the focus onto the poor people that Chris murdered represents a small moment of growth for the collective consciousness of the World.  These pre-21st century Trayvon Martin’s were simply minding their own business (metaphorically walking down the street), when all of a sudden (over the course of several weeks), Chris and his gang arrived on their turf (land), and brought violence and disease (violence and disease), and enslaved the natives before raping and murdering them all so the European’s (the same idiots who voted to leave the European Union) could trade slaves (thus showing a trend of European’s making stupid decisions for literally hundred’ of years in a row…remember these are the same people who said the Beatles were good).

I applaud Vermont for joining my movement and making this change.  By no means though does this provide a reason to visit Vermont, it is still arguably one of the most boring states we have, but by taking this step to move even farther out on the liberal curve, they do gain a measure of coolness.  If only they could figure out a way to inject alcohol into their maple syrup…then we will have something.  They join states like Alaska, which adopted Indigenous Peoples Day in 2015, and Hawaii, which has long celebrated Discovers’ Day as states that have been enlightened.  I’m glad to finally see a state that actually makes sense why it is a state adopt this change.  Don’t get me wrong, Alaska and Hawaii are great states, they just have no business actually being U.S. states.  The country of Spain is also considering not only abolishing Columbus Day as a holiday, but they are taking it one step further and are also exploring (no pun intended) removing the paid holiday status and treating October 12th like any other day.  The only thing I really care that Spain continue to do is export first class talent like Antonio Banderas and that dog who worked for taco bell a few years ago, but if they can help take my movement national, then I’ll look at eating more paella.

As with every good movement, there are always dissenters (i.e. idiots).  For the second year in a row, the fine people Oklahoma City have rejected this movement, quite surprising considering Ok city is home to the second largest population of Native Americans.  I guess memories, just like long lost relatives, are hard to find there.  But given that Ok city is so far from anything of any substance, or anything really, it is understandable that the movement take some time to reach them.  We must remember that the ultimate goal here is erase Columbus, just like Kim Kardashian, from the history books.  Both people have brought nothing but pain and heartache and have no reason to be studied.

With every day that passes, every year that fades into the history books, we move one step closer to righting this wrong.  And no we will never be able to bring these people back, or any people really, but by making this change (as well as by adopting Arbor Day as a national holiday), we will continue to move in the right direction.  So get off your computer, go write your local congressman, tell them to get off their asses and off their computers and do something, but more to the point tell them to join the movement, abolish Columbus Day like he abolished my early relatives.  He showed no regard for their lives, so it is only fair that we show no regard for the many statues we have of him across ‘Merica.

Now for God sakes people, go plant a tree!

 

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The Running of the Bulls

Or as I like to call it, The Running of the Idiots!  Just the other day in Pamplona, Spain, we had our annual gathering of the dumbest people in the World and not surprisingly some of these future garbage men and their stories are starting to surface.

We’ll start with the idiot from San Diego who had a bull tear a gash into his leg while he was running with his new friend.  While being interviewed in the hospital he said it was his first and last running of the bulls because “it’s dangerous and you are putting your life at risk.”  There must be a future in business for this budding superstar because he is obviously a genius.  Please, please tell me this moron didn’t actually have to fly to Spain, run next to a 1 ton bull, have his leg torn open, then have time to reflect on the experience while laying in the hospital to actually come to the conclusion that it’s dangerous because if that’s the case then future America and future World are in trouble.

Now let’s shift to the professional…the Matador.  Ah, the bravest of the brave.  Want to be a firefighter and run into a burning building to save a stranger?  Nope, not brave enough.  Want to be a police officer and put your life at risk every day to save a World that probably doesn’t deserve saving?  Nope, not brave enough.  Want to stand in an arena with a bull and let him run at you?  Yes, where do I sign up?  Well for one young man he probably should have chosen to be a firefighter.  For the first time since the 80’s a Matador was killed by a bull.  Not only that, but it also happened on live television.  There is another tradition in Spain that says when a Matador is killed, it is customary to not only kill the bull but also the bull’s mother in an effort to end the bloodline in the hopes that this doesn’t happen again.  I would actually argue that instead of killing the bull or it’s mother, you should actually kill the mother of the Matador for giving birth to an idiot.

It makes absolutely no sense to me at all that you would kill a bull for following its instinct and charging at the red cape that is being waved in its face, and it makes even less sense to me that you should kill its mother.  The fault lies in one place and with one person, and in this case that person is already dead.  What happened to this Matador can be summed up in two words – Natural Selection.  The moment you step into an arena and get in the way of a charging bull, all bets are off…you deserve whatever fate awaits you.  There are people who are in favor of ending the entire tradition of running with the bulls but I am actually a proponent of the opposite, I think we should open it up to more people.  Think of the prison costs we could save if we shipped a few hundred convicts out and told them to try to outrun the bulls.  Or even better, instead of orange jumpsuits, put them in the arena with red jumpsuits and then sent a few bulls in.  How many people would hold up a liquor store if they knew that fate awaited them?

Now don’t view me as completely insensitive, I’m just pretty much almost completely insensitive.  It is a little bit sad that this Matador died, he was only 29, he was married, and his wife was cute.  It is sad that he died, but only a little sad…I can’t get away from the fact that he knew the dangers, he wanted the fame and therefore was willing to accept the risk…the only problem was that this time the risk won.  Instead of getting the fame and fortune, he got a horn through his lung and heart. ..on live tv.  This event should be televised on live television across the Country, we need to encourage more of our disjointed youth to want to go participate.  Pamplona is a small town, it is just East of that one town and just South of that other town but with more exposure we could build this town up, tourism could be huge.  Now granted most of the tourists won’t stay for long but no one wants tourists to stay long, we want them to come for a few days, spend money, then g.t.f.o.

We now have a living witness though, a 23 year old aspiring garbage man from San Diego who thanks to the grace of God is on his way home with not only a huge bandage coving almost his entire leg, but a story.  A story of a man, and a bull, and a leisurely jog, and then a sprint, and then an all out run for your life, and then pain, and then confusion, then pain, then blacking out, then a hospital, then a cute nurse, then a mean old nurse, then an unsympathetic doctor, then time to reflect, then a news team with a camera, and then national fame…and what could be better than that?  So go home young man, appear on local morning talk shows and tell your story, go hang out a bars and tell your story, go to assisted living facilities and tell your story, but most importantly…tell your story, and get others to go so they can have stories of their own.  I will help you by also telling your story, and I will continue to wear my old slightly faded red t-shirt that has a picture of a bull on it, and written under the bull is the name of a town, a small town that we will build up, we will build it up with the help of you and other idiots like you.

Viva la Bulls!

What’s Not to Love About the Hamptons?

As New York City began its rise into the defacto capital of the United States, people who lived and worked there needed a place to blow off steam and to flaunt their wealth, thus the birth of The Hamptons. On a small section land approximately 3 hours East of New York City you will find a society few get to really experience to its fullest, a society filled with money, privilege, fame, and beauty to name a few. A society that due to its exclusive clientele, has relished their secrets and thrived in a somewhat incestual society that has been unwelcome to outsiders and anyone not wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants along with white shoes sans socks. Well now there is one more class of people we can add to the list that The Hamptons wants to keep out…kids with Down Syndrome.

The Westhampton Beach School District made headlines this morning when it became public that they are attempting to keep 12 year old Aiden Killoran from entering their school this fall due to the fact that he has down syndrome. Christian Killoran has said that he wants his son to attend the same middle school as his friends and his siblings but the school district refuses to let Aiden in. In a move that I applaud, Christian is planning to show up on the first day of school even though the district has said they will not let his son in. Shades of Alabama circa 1963 anyone?? I think we all know how that ended. Apparently folks out East are kinda slow learners.

The district is saying that they “don’t have the programming to teach Aiden”, and so instead of getting or developing such programming they are telling the family to go to another school. They kind of have a point, I mean why would a school want to develop programming to actually teach kids? It’s way more fun to shove the problem off on someone else for them to deal with. Leave no child behind! In a letter written by Suzanne Mensch (who is the president of the Westhampton Beach Board of Education), she wrote that she was “extremely disheartened by the Killoran family’s repeated public efforts to bully the Westhampton Beach School District into developing an educational program for their son” and also later said that “as a parent I continue to be disappointed in the Killoran’s unwillingness to be completely honest about their situation.” I wonder what situation she is referring to, could it perhaps be the situation where a parent has a child and they are looking to get the best possible education for their child? Could it be the situation where a parent is looking to have their child go to a school where most of the child’s friends will be attending? Could it be the situation where a parent wants to try to send the message to their child that they are no different than any other student? What message are you referring to Suzanne? Please elaborate. I can’t believe she is a parent and actually said that.

Little Aiden has already beaten the system once when he became the first student with down syndrome to graduate from his elementary school, so why not give him a shot at middle school. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a soft spot in my heart for kids with down syndrome and if you read my post Tim’s Place about a restaurant in New Mexico that was opened and currently run by a man with down syndrome, then you know that people who have down syndrome are capable of doing incredible things when they put their minds to it, and when they are supported by their family and their community.

As I read that article today on ABC News’ website, I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I can’t see anything other than plain discrimination in this and for the school district to go so far as to apply for a restraining order to block a kid from going to school is completely appalling to me. We have fallen so far as a society I sometimes wonder if it is even possible for us to recover. The lengths and measures that some people will go to in an effort to make a point continues to amaze me. It’s sad that again a child will be placed in the middle of bureaucrats and their bull shit yet again. Why the school wouldn’t want to admit Aiden, teach him and see him graduate, then make positive headlines for successfully teaching and graduating their first ever down syndrome student baffles me. Probably because to admit him and to develop that program would cost the taxpayers a little extra money. The taxpayers of arguably one of the most affluent towns on both Long Island but also in the U.S. mind you.

So I ask you, what’s not to love about The Hamptons?

No Title

People really over complicate things.  People talk about how complex things are, how life is so hard, there’s so much to do and not enough time to do it.  I think you just need to simplify your life.  Remember, it’s complicated because you made it so.  Imagine how easy things would be if we all followed the following:

“I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.”

It’s so simple, it really is.  Just think about the people who do follow those words…

The day in headlines

Today I find myself surfing NBC News’ website and can’t resist sharing some of their ‘can’t resist clicking’ headlines.

Glow-in-the-Dark Tampons Track Sewage in Rivers – you can’t make this stuff up, I’d dare you to even try.

Bieber Skewered at Roast Featuring N-Word, 9/11 Gag – I’m sorry, I didn’t get the memo that we should still be talking about Justin Bieber.  Or to quote Ozzy…”who the fuck is Justin Bieber”…well said Ozzy, well said.

Teens Who ‘Sip’ Alcohol as Kids More Apt to Binge: Study – does this mean kids shouldn’t sip, they should full on drink?  Also, why add the word ‘study’?  Does it lend more credibility if I think it is a study versus an actual article?

What Does California Need More Than Rain? – Hmmm…less immigrants?  lower taxes?  less stupid celebrities and reality people?  more wineries?  less stupid celebrities and reality people?  a football team?  another football team?  upgraded infrastructure?  less stupid celebrities and reality people?  legalized marijuana?  oh well, I tried.

Woman Stabs Boyfriend for Eating Too Much Salsa: Cops – come on…really?  If it was her salsa then she might have a legitimate claim here…especially if he took her Tostitos too.

Drought Restrictions Take Toll on California’s Pools – wait a minute here, hold everything.  This could actually be a real crisis.  Are you saying that all the celebrities and stupid reality people can’t fill their pools?  No.  Noooooo.  Noooooooooooooooooo!!!  We have to do something.  Everyone randomly look up one person in California (I will take Jeff Lewis, because I love Jeff Lewis that’s why) and immediately send them one bottle of water so we can help these poor people be able to go swimming.

Woman, 70, Fatally Shot After Answering Front Door: Police – well that will teach her.  Seems pretty cut and dry to me.

Coyote Wanders onto Bar Rooftop in Queens – yea, so?

Italy is Running Out of Pizza Makers – Fuck California, this is a real crisis.  Unless you live in California, no one even wants that state associated with the rest of the U.S.  It’s no big secret that we can’t wait til the big earthquake that completely separates California and makes it its own island.  But who doesn’t like pizza, come on…

Obama Urges Congress to Follow Ted Kennedy’s Example – which example is that, the one where you kill someone and completely get away with it?  Everyone knows Congress is more screwed up than those real housewives on Bravo, but when Ted Kennedy is the moral compass you are compared too…then that is taking it to a whole new level.  Full disclosure, I love Ted Kennedy.

Liberia Urges Ebola Survivors to Stop Having Sex – it’s probably a good idea for everyone in Liberia to stop having sex, regardless of whether or not you’ve had Ebola.

Is It OK to Eat Moldy Food? – Similar to the vaccinations debate, I’m gonna go ahead and leave this one up to you to decide for yourself.  My philosophy is if you want to eat moldy food, eat moldy food.  If you want to run as fast as you can into a wall, do it up son.  If you want to look down the barrel of a gun to make sure it is 100% clean, rock and roll my friend.

Round-the-World Solar Plane Touches Down in China – ahhh, a feel good story.  Wasn’t sure we’d run into one of those today.

Man Finds Stranger Buried Next to Wife, Again – I think the key word here is ‘again’.  Am I the only one who can’t stop laughing?

What is a foggy memory?

The answer to that question I thought was pretty simple to answer, but apparently I was wrong.  I try to think back to what I got for my 7th birthday, and I can’t remember.  Is it because of a foggy memory?  I try to think back to remember the girl who sat next to me in 9th grade Spanish class, and I can’t remember.  Is it because of a foggy memory?  I try to think back to remember something positive George W. Bush did during his Presidency, and I can’t remember anything.  Is it because of a foggy memory?  That’s a trick question because W. did nothing positive during his Presidency.  The other two examples however are due to a foggy memory.  I try to think back to remember if I was ever in a helicopter that happened to get shot down by an RPG.  That I can remember as a hard no.  But then again I’m not Brian Williams.

I didn’t really start following this story until a few days ago but in that short time it is quite apparent to me that Brian Williams thinks the rest of the World is full of idiots.  From what I can gather (without really looking) is that Brian made a comment that during his somewhat mediocre coverage of the Iraq war, he was in a helicopter that was forced down due to an RPG (if you don’t know what an RPG is then you should know that Google was invented for you).  Somewhere someone who gets paid to discredit shit like this did his/her (probably his) homework and found out that Brian was lying.  Once this snowball turned into a slightly larger snowball, Brian decided to take a break from doing the news (more on this fabulous little gold nugget in a minute) and came out with this little ditty:  “it has become painfully apparent to me that I am presently too much a part of the news, due to my actions.”  This is because Stars and Stripes (best news reporting name ever) reported “Williams arrived in the area about an hour later on another helicopter,” one that “took no fire and landed later beside the damaged helicopter due to an impending sandstorm from the Iraqi desert.”  So to give a brief synopsis, there was a helicopter that was shot down due to an RPG, it just turns out that Brian Williams was not on it (unfortunately).  Now the part about Brian thinking we are all idiots.  He blamed the differing accounts a foggy memory.

Now hold on here.  The gravity of this is really just setting in for me (that’s a lie it actually sat in for me yesterday but I am now just getting around to writing this…so in reality the gravity should be setting in right about now for you.)  Now I can assure you that if I was ever in a helicopter that was forced down by a rocket-propelled grenade (that is what RPG stands for just in case Google proved to be too much of a struggle for you) you had better be damned sure I would remember that.  I was on a motorcycle once and lost control of the front handlebars, flipped over them, went flying through the air and landed on my right side breaking my collarbone due to the landing and scraping up my back thanks to the impending slide along the ground…and I remember that like it was yesterday (it was not in fact yesterday but 24 years ago)…and Brian Williams is trying to pass onto the American public that he has a foggy memory about begin in a helicopter that was shot down by an RPG??

I have never really thought much of Brian William, watching him do the news is like getting a glimpse into the future when all the news will be reported by robots.  Robots that were assembled in China.  I can just picture the irony there, robots made in China telling us about how China is going to overtake the Word.  The guy is like a cardboard cutout that can move his head and talk…he has about as much personality as a deaf mute.  I’ve actually met a deaf mute that is more lively than he is.

This could just be another instance of how a celebrity just happens to think they can get away with saying whatever they want since they are a celebrity and they know that people will believe whatever they say, or it could be a case of Brian Williams eating too many paint chips when he was a kid.  Whichever instance it is, I can only hope that Brian’s brief sabbatical turns into a permanent downward spiral.  There is a fledgling cable network somewhere in Canada that has his name all over it.  I can just see the news story now…there’s a hidden camera and it shows Brian walking into a living room somewhere and boom, out pops Chris Hansen!  Brian would start mumbling something about how he was meeting a fan to sign some autographs, it would be great.  A personal note to Brian…when you go please take Al Roker with you…and bring a sweater, it’s cold up in Canada.

The Mighty Mall Santa

By now I’m sure most of you may have already heard of the mall Santa out in Mission Viejo, CA who turned away a little girl with Autism because she had a pit bull for a guide dog. This is a really sad story. This adorable little girl waited in line for 30 minutes only to get up to the front of the line and get turned away, purely because of her guide dog. If you know anyone with Autism, you know that the fact that this little girl was able to wait in the line for that long while keeping her composure is a victory in its own right. Thankfully the mall did the right thing and promptly fired that Santa along with his little elf for what they did. To make it worse, her family offered to take the dog away so the little girl could have a turn on Santa’s lap, but that fat bastard still refused her. The world has no place for people like that, hopefully the next time someone see’s that fatso will be in the unemployment line.

For those of you familiar with the above story, you may have gotten caught up in the sad part, while completely missing the other glaringly obvious problem here. The fact that this poor little girl’s parents named her Abcde. Yes, you read that right…her name is Abcde Santos…pronounced ab-suh-dee. *sigh. Have we completely run out of ingenuity? Are we just done thinking as a world? Have we given up? Apparently Mr. & Mrs. Santos have. Does Abcde have a sister…perhaps named Qwerty? Or a brother named Yz…pronounced why-zee. Is her cousin named Mnop…pronounced ma-nop. I can’t wait for someone to be named Asterisk. I already know someone named Astrid so we are close…and thanks to Prince, it is now acceptable to simply be called a symbol…so Asterisk could sign things ‘*’. After all, that is easier than that symbol that the artist formerly known as Prince went by. I want someone to name their kid Butter. How smooth would that be…someday some rapper is definitely going to name their kid Butter, straight Butter. I think it will be a direct result of this post. I want Tom and Giselle to name their next kid Butter…Butter Brady. You just can’t argue with that. Gwyneth named her kid after a fruit. Kanye named his kid after a direction…a direction! I can’t wait to see what they name their next kid…’Over There’ perhaps. Over There West…it has a nice ring to it. What about Come Here, Come Here West…sort of a play on Go West…oh, there’s the answer. Go West. Two kids, North & Go…Game over. Kanye wins.

I find it appropriate to end with a quote from the winner…

“In the night, I hear ’em talk,
the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road,
he lost his soul to a woman so heartless..

Breaking News: There are idiots on Long Island

As many of you loyal and faithful readers know, I live on Long Island (and hate it). Part of living on Long Island means that during the summer and fall, you are required to go to the same festivals year after year, so you can run into the same people over and over again, so that you can comment on how much they’ve changed (i.e. how fat they’ve gotten since you saw them last year). So this past weekend we were at the Old Bethpage Village Restoration (O.B.V.R)which is actually a pretty cool place. Much as the name implies, it is basically a sprawling campus with replica homes how they used to be, fellas playing baseball like it was 1864, and women walking around looking like Laura Ingalls.

This post is not actually about my loathing of Long Island, but rather about a conversation that I overheard, then participated in while at the O.B.V.R. While we were watching the Rough Riders demonstration, I overheard a family discussing politics, that is trying to figure out who was President. No, it’s not that bad…they did know who the President was today, but when it came to figuring out who was President before him they ran into a bit of trouble. Here is their conversation (I starting listening after the conversation began):

Mom: Well then who was President before Clinton?
Dad: Wasn’t it Bush?
Mom: No, he was just President.
Dad: Oh
Son: Was it Jimmy Carter.
Mom: Who?
Son: Jimmy Carter.
Mom: No, he was in the 60’s.
Dad: Where’s my beer?
Mom: I was alive in the 90’s so I remember Clinton.
Son: Right, well who was President before him?
Mom: I think it was Ford.
Son: Henry?
Mom: No, Gerald.

After hearing the ‘Henry’ comment, and trying as hard as I could to contain my laughter, I decided to step in.

Me: No, Ford was in the mid-1970’s
Mom: Well who was President before Clinton?
Me: Bush, H.W.
Mom: No, he was just in office.
Son: Yeah.
Me: No, that was W. There were two Bush’s. W was just in office, H.W. was before Clinton.
Mom: Really? Well who was before him?
Me: Reagan, Bush was his VP
Mom: Oh. (With a look of amazement)

What sent me over the top was actually the Son’s comment thinking that Henry Ford was actually a President. Henry has done a lot for us, but not that much. So the take-away for today is this…be thankful that you don’t live on Long Island, but more than that be thankful that you have (or had) access to get an education. The irony in all this is that one day that kid will lose his job and much like I bailed him out on that conversation, my tax dollars will help fund his lengthy unemployment.

America…Hell Yeah!

The Captain

I have to admit I’ve never really been a huge Derek Jeter fan. I thought he was nothing more than just a good shortstop who was on the right team at the right time. A system guy…kind of like Tom Brady. I felt that he was a bit over-rated, a man who because of his looks and personality was often treated a little better by the fans and media than he should.

Last night (25.September.2014) I was one of the many who were fortunate enough to be inside Yankee Stadium to see him play his last home game ever…and because of that experience I will say that I have a little more respect for him now. The Stadium was absolutely electric, it had the feel of a World Series game 7. His teammates let him take the field first to a raucous standing ovation from the crowd, along with the first of perhaps 25 times we would chant his name over and over. That carried into his first plate appearance in the bottom of the first. With one man on base Jeter hit a rocket into left field that just barely missed leaving the park. After a passed ball would move him over to third base, the next man up hit a single and just like that, Jeter was 1 for 1, with a double, an RBI, and a run scored. Not bad for any night…much less your last night.

The rest of his night would be rather lackluster, resembling any other night any other player could have had. Fast forward to the top of the ninth, with the Yankees up 5-2. Jeter had his last at bat of the game in the bottom of the 7th, a meaningless ground out to put him at 1 for 4 for the night. With the home team up comfortably, the closer comes in to do his job…only he doesn’t. Two home runs from the Orioles means not only are we tied, but that Jeter gets to come up 1 more time. After a single to open the inning, the lead off man comes up and I can hear someone in the crowd behind me yell, “sacrifice him over so Jeter can knock him in.” Next thing I know a bunt is laid down and the runner moves over to second base. Up comes Jeter. The crowd has now been on its feet for a good 15 minutes straight now and this is only just the beginning. People are going absolutely crazy with the thought of what might happen next, (dramatic pause) and then it actually happens. Jeter takes the first pitch he sees and drives it between the first and second baseman into right field, the right fielder comes up throwing to try to nail the man sliding into home, but he’s safe! 6-5 Yanks, Jeter hits a walk off single to win the game in the bottom of the ninth…his last ever home game. Are you kidding me?!?! You could not have scripted it any better than that.

I still maintain he was never better than an above average shortstop, but I will also say that I am beyond jealous of him. Not only has he gotten paid millions to play a kids game, he was blessed to be on a great team and the perfect time. He’s won, he’s enjoyed success, fame, and he’s managed to stay humble and well liked…who wouldn’t be jealous of that. I’ll state the obvious fact that yes, that jealousy has been part of my view of him for years now…big deal. He had a fairy tale ending, find me any kid in middle America who hasn’t dreamed that he was the one with that ending, or that he was the one hitting the shot as time expired. Find me that kid and I’ll show you Derek Jeter.

He will no doubt get a front office job with the Yankees now, they’d be fools to let him go somewhere else. He’ll more than likely be a part of this franchise for the rest of his life, I mean, can you imagine him anywhere else?

I Get Righteous

“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.”

Ezekiel 25:17

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