No duh!

December 21, 2006: 3:54 pm: News of the Obvious, No duh!, Random babble, Stupid People

If you are a combo of redneck and metro sexual, this is for you. Don’t primp and preen a truck that advertises a lifestyle of constantly being off-road and one of being a cowboy when the most off road driving your giant SUV/truck/whatever will see is when you drive over the curb at McDonald’s to get to the drive through faster. Drop the “cowboy up” crap too. Its been overused and screams “behind the times” without you ever having to say a word. Having a cellphone won’t save you either, even if it has bluetooth and all the bells and whistles.
Lets clear the air here also and say that the hanging metal scrotum casting on the trailer hitch needs to be put away too. I certainly don’t give a shit about how fucked up your life is if you based your manhood and identity on the vehicle you drive and your assumed reception of the image projected. Its childish at best, and utterly ridiculous otherwise.  And besides, it takes a real man to pile into a tiny car and drive like a banshee…
Don’t grunt, try to use words when attempting to communicate with other humans.  Jesus kills puppies and kittens when you grunt rather than use a known language.
The civil war in America ended over 140 years ago, so please drop the “Rebel Pride”  facade, its cheesy and worn out.  I don’t fucking care if your ancestors fought in the civil war…Judging many people around here, I would assume they probably fought for the losing side.  Its pointless to get angry about a war that happened over a century before your birth.  Unless you invent a time machine to alter history, get over it and drop the subject.

When you smoke, use the fucking ashtray in your car and don’t throw the butts out the window.

September 11, 2006: 8:37 pm: Bitching and Moaning, Daily Dread, fuck off, Fucks that need to die, I am gonna kill someone, No duh!, shut up, Stupid People

[09:28:47] < mob> today is 09/11/06…. Yet I keep seeing “09/11/01 NEVER AGAIN” all over the place like we can travel back in time….of course it will never happen again, since time travel is impossible.

[09:29:03] < mob> I mean, fuck, its been like, 5 years….

[09:29:30] < mob> get over it.

[09:31:39] < mob> ./end rant

All 9/11 means to some people is that the USA got to go drop bombs on brown people.  And Haliburton got paid.  Just remember that Bush ignored the warning on the attacks…and that is a proven fact.  And don’t forget the mother fucker lied about Iraq too…

May 7, 2006: 12:29 pm: Cool Cats, No duh!


I GAVE a speech in Orlando, Fla., late last month to some private-equity folks who said that business was great. Then I flew up to Newark and the first-class section of the plane was full, and even had a waiting list. Then I rode into New York City in a blizzard of limousines, and ate dinner with my sister and her husband at a Greek place called Milos, on West 55th Street. Fresh swordfish, and it was heavenly. The place was expensive and packed.

It was a fine evening, apparently the first in the city for weeks, and men and women were in outdoor cafes, eating, drinking, winking, smiling and flirting. A few were shouting, “Bueller! Bueller!” at me as I passed. I walked by a stunning woman in front of the Peninsula who giggled as she saw me. I walked down to the Yale Club on Vanderbilt, where men and women looked happy and assured under the portraits of presidents — the Bushes and Clinton.

On my way back, two young men accosted me in front of Rockefeller Center. They told me they were recent Yale graduates who were making a great living working at hedge funds. They told me that their boss made $100 million a year trading currencies, and that there were dozens like him making more money than I could imagine. (I have my doubts, but that’s what they said.)

Suddenly, as the men happily walked away from me, I had a vision. Here we all are under the gorgeous crystal dome of prosperity, drinking, making money, eating swordfish, changing money at the temple, showing off ourselves to others, bragging — and all of it, every bit of it, is made possible by the men and women who wear the uniform.

Every bit of it is done under the protection of the Marines, the Army, the Navy, the Air Force and the Coast Guard, serving and offering up their lives for pennies. And we’re also under the protection of the police and the firefighters and the F.B.I., who offer up their lives for nothing compared with what others make trading money on computer screens.

Something flashed into my mind — something that my late father used to say, quoting loosely from the economist Henry C. Simons, a founder of the Chicago School of economics: that it is “unlovely” to see the extremes of wealth and nonwealth that are evident in contemporary America.

We may be able to live with it. Some of us may even be able to prosper amid it. But it’s not pretty. The rich should simply not be that much richer than everyone else — especially those whose lives protect them from terrorism.

As I thought that, I had a revelation about oil. We all know — and I mean all, even Congress — that the oil companies are not fixing prices. We all know that the oil companies are not creating these wild prices out of thin air.

The worldwide market is at work, and traders and speculators are driving up the price, based on uncertainty of supplies and inventories, and presumably becoming very rich in the process (at least some of them). That’s the market at work. It’s not up to the government to set the price or to fix the situation except by opening more space for exploration, and even that may not help.

In the same way, even I was startled when I read about the pay of Lee R. Raymond, the former chief executive of Exxon Mobil, who recently retired. His retirement package was in the neighborhood of $400 million — a breathtaking sum, even for those of us who admire the job that Big Oil does and think that the industry gets a bum rap.

Still, that’s between him and his stockholders, not a matter for Congress. And it would not even remotely be addressed by a windfall profits tax — an idea that has been tried and has failed miserably.

The real problem is the difference between the rich — including rich oil people, of whom there are not many, but there are enough — and the poor. It is up to the government to redress this extraordinary difference in incomes of the rich and the nonrich, even at the margins.

What Congress can do, and should do, is address the stunning underpayment of military men and women and the staggering budget deficits that will be a burden on our posterity for decades, by raising the taxes on the rich. It’s fine that there are rich people. It’s even fine that there are superrich people.

But if they are superrich, they derive special benefits from life in the United States that the nonrich don’t. For one thing, they can make the money in a safe environment, which is not true for the rich in many countries. It is just common decency that they should pay much higher income taxes than they do. Taxes for the rich are lower than they have been since at least World War II — that is to say, in 60 years.

This makes no sense in a world at war, in a nation with so many unmet social needs, in a nation with so many people without health care, in a nation running immense and endless deficits.

America is becoming a nation of many rich people. I recently read that there were close to 10 million millionaire households. I read that there were hundreds of thousands who made more than $1 million a year. Good for them.

But it’s unlovely for them to pay as little tax as they now pay. The real problem in this country is only temporarily about oil. That will right itself, or we’ll get used to it and adjust.

The real problem is saving a nation that is beset by terrorism, and we cannot do that unless we feel that we are all in the same boat, pulling at the oars together. That includes the rich.

Whatever rationale there may have been in 2001 for lowering their taxes is long gone. It’s time for them — us, because it includes me — to pay their (our) share.

It’s not about oil. It’s about fairness.

April 14, 2006: 1:57 pm: Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb, Fucks that need to die, No duh!

Prosecutor Charges Couple In Sextuplet Hoax

And now for some local news….

Ignorant people shouldn’t be breeding…but sadly they are.

January 3, 2006: 8:49 am: Good News Everyone., News of the Obvious, No duh!

Study: Kids no safer in SUVs than cars

BLOOMINGTON, Illinois (AP) — Children are no safer riding in sport utility vehicles than in passenger cars, largely because the doubled risk of rollovers in SUVs cancels out the safety advantages of their greater size and weight, according to a study.

Researchers said the findings dispel the bigger-equals-safer myth that has helped fuel the growing popularity of SUVs among families. SUV registrations climbed 250 percent in the United States between 1995 and 2002.

“We’re not saying they’re worse or that they’re terrible vehicles. We’re challenging the conventional wisdom that everyone assumed they were better,” said Dr. Dennis Durbin, a pediatric emergency physician who took part in the study, published Tuesday in the journal Pediatrics.

Eron Shosteck, a spokesman for the Alliance of Automobile Manufacturers, said he had not seen the study but cited government research released last summer that found SUVs have become less top-heavy since 2000 and made dramatic improvements in rollover resistance.

“SUVs have an exceptional safety record and are safer than or as safe as cars in the vast majority of crashes,” Shosteck said.

The study, which Durbin called the first on SUVs and child safety, was sponsored by Partners for Child Passenger Safety, a research project of Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia and the world’s largest insurer, Bloomington-based State Farm Insurance Co.

The researchers looked at accidents involving nearly 4,000 children under age 16 between 2000 and 2003, and found child injury rates of about 1.7 percent in both cars and SUVs. The study examined only 1998 or newer cars and SUVs with second-generation air bags.

On average, the SUVs weighed 1,300 pounds more than the cars studied. The study found that the extra weight of SUVs enhanced safety, reducing the risk of injury by more than a third.

But that was offset by findings that SUVs were more than twice as likely as cars to roll over in crashes.

Children in rollovers were three times more likely to be seriously injured than those in non-rollover accidents, according to the study.

The findings surprised researchers, who assumed heavier SUVs were safer than cars when they launched the study a year ago, Durbin said.

SUV safety will probably improve because of legislation approved by Congress this year that requires the National Highway Transportation Safety Administration to develop standards for automakers to address SUV rollovers, he said.

“To the extent that SUV makers can solve the rollover problem, we may see them becoming the safe haven for children that they have the potential to be,” Durbin said.

Automakers already have made strides through engineering and new technology such as electronic stability control, Shosteck said.

NHTSA spokesman Rae Tyson agreed but said he hopes the study will encourage families to check safety ratings closely before buying.

“I think there is a segment of the buying public that may be buying them with the false impression that they are buying the safest vehicle they can for their families,” Tyson said.

I think this one goes down under the “NO SHIT SHERLOCK” category.

Yes, if you happen to live in an area where there are no hills, no corners and no traffic other than smaller vehicles, then yes, an SUV is the safest choice you can make. But lets be really honest here. The safety factor from size has always been negated by people who think that the SUV is really a sport vehicle. Many times I have seen people driving an SUV like it was built to take corners like a motorcycle or sports car. I have even seen an SUV go up on two wheels going through an intersection before.  Hell I drive a low sitting rear wheel drive Lincoln with a handlding package, and I don’t push through some of the corners as fast as I have seen some people in minivans and SUV’s.  Of course, my tires don’t start to screech and I don’t have to slow down, until the person in front of me starts to lose control and I don’t want to be a part of their 1 person stupidity show.