Hey Memphis, Blame Jesus

In a post game interview, Memphis coach John Calipari said that as his team was at the free throw line — the most glaring weakness of that stellar team — approaching the end of regulation, he left it all up to the Big Guy in the sky:

Calipari tried to recapture his thoughts from the final 10 seconds of regulation. It was a religious experience.

“When Derrick went to the line, I sat there and I said, ‘Lord, if he makes these two, we’re supposed to be national champs. And if that’s your will, I’m fine with it. If he misses them, and we’re not, I’m fine with that too.’ I’m probably not supposed to say that, but that’s where I was.”

That’s right. It’s not just rap stars and boxers, anymore. Now loathsome coaches who refuse to teach fundamentals give all power to Jebus — who is most obviously a Jayhawks fan.

And FDR Said, “Let There Be Beer…”

I imagine this will be the only time on this blog — and certainly by this author — that a positive word will be said of FDR and his policies. But, as I sit at my office (and might I add I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk from last night) I must give credit where it’s due: the left’s favorite poster-child (in the Jerry’s Kids sense) pushed for the end of prohibition.

After 13 dry years, legal beer had returned to the United States. It may seem silly to commemorate that day’s 75th anniversary. After all, it’s only beer, and we’ve got bigger things to think about. War. Global warming. Soaring gas prices. Crashing home prices.

Silly? For shame. There is nothing wrong with celebrating beer for beer’s sake.

So, if you’re one of those people who need a reason to drink — if you’re not into that whole NCAA thing — go out and celebrate the 75th anniversary of legal beer tonight.

You can even raise a glass to FDR — just this once.

“…From My Cold Dead Hands!!!”

Well, gun haters. Now’s your chance.

What? Too soon?

Afternoon Dance Party: Lip Sync All-Stars — Bueller vs. Duckie

Back before he was Mr. Sarah Jessica Parker, Matthew Broderick was the coolest high school kid ever to walk the earth. And before he was a lovable, nerdy neurotic dad opposite Charlie Sheen in Two and a Half Men, Jon Cryer was a lovable, nerdy, neurotic teen in Pretty in Pink.

Watch these two duke it out for 80s lip sync supremacy:

Update: Desperate Times…

Re: This post:

It turns out, the D.C. police realized going door to door in the ‘hood looking for guns and drugs probably isn’t the best idea:

D.C. Police Chief Cathy Lanier says she’s changing a plan for searches of private homes for illegal guns.

The chief now says searches would be done by appointment unless there is an urgent need. Police and city lawyers are still trying to work out what can and can’t be done during these searches.

I’m sure the police are manning the phones expecting a flood of calls from residents who want their neighbors to see the police come and search their homes.

Arkansas Legalizes Pedophilia, Reconsiders

From the NYT:

LITTLE ROCK, Ark. (AP) — Arkansas’ marriage-age crisis is over. A law that mistakenly allowed anyone — even toddlers — to marry with parental permission was repealed by a measure signed into law Wednesday by Gov. Mike Beebe, ending months of embarrassment for the state and confusion for county clerks.

Months of embarrassment? This is Arkansas. When have they not been an embarrassment?

Lawmakers didn’t realize until after the end of last year’s regular session that a law they approved, intended to establish 18 as the minimum age for marriage, instead removed the minimum age to marry entirely. An extraneous ”not” in the bill allowed anyone who was not pregnant to marry at any age with permission.

The bill read: ”In order for a person who is younger than eighteen (18) years of age and who is not pregnant to obtain a marriage license, the person must provide the county clerk with evidence of parental consent to the marriage.”

I’m surprised they managed to catch the problem. In March 2006, the State of Arkansas Department of Education goal — yes, goal — for high school (9-12) literacy proficiency by the end of the year was 35.5%.

Next on the agenda: No Legislator Left Behind.

Beyonce may be off the market

Dammit, but there is still Rhianna.

Introducing Cut Copy

Wiretapping and the Lawd

There is an interesting op-ed in the LA Times today, detailing the life of a private citizen who wiretapped for the government, then the mob (because it paid better), and then found Jebus.

Through [mafioso Mickey] Cohen, my father met other leaders of organized crime from across the country. One day, he was approached by a man known as “St. Louis Andy.” Andy wanted my father to design an electronic system for holding back horse racing results coming over the Continental Wire Service. My father accepted the job and put together a system of Teletype equipment and other electronic components so they could withhold race results for about 90 seconds, during which time they would flash the winners to co-workers, who would place illegal off-track bets in other parts of the country. For example, Andy and my father tried out the system in Arizona and withheld all the race results coming into Southern California. They cleaned up.

Dad was supposed to go to St. Louis on Nov. 10, 1949, to set up a system to control illegal off-track betting in the Western half of the United States. However, my father never made that meeting, because on Nov. 6, he happened to attend a revival tent meeting at the corner of Washington Boulevard and Hill Street in downtown Los Angeles, where a young preacher named Billy Graham was speaking.

That night, Graham preached on the passage in the Gospels in which Jesus queried, “What shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world but lose his own soul?” My father felt as if God were speaking directly to him. He committed his life to Jesus Christ that night and immediately set about repaying everyone he had ever cheated or from whom he had stolen. On Nov. 8, the Los Angeles Times ran the headline: “Wiretapper Vaus Hits Sawdust Trail.”

That’s nice. Find Jebus = stop spying on people.

But what the hell do you do when the guy spying on you already found Jebus?

Freedom on Film: The Onion Movie

I got this from Aynnie this morning. She can’t get to F&S because her employer (Yeah, can you believe it? She actually works for people!) has a content filter she can’t get around. But I thought I’d post this in her absence:

Headed to Des Moines. Who’s coming with me?