• That’s The Ticket:A Prequel

    Recently my friend EmawKC (I struggled for years to figure out what it stands for and gave up) happily helped out the City of Overland Park with his almost voluntary donation.
    Through the miracle of modern forensic science I was ably to recreate the events leading up to the event. I believe it started something like this:

    This is a live reenactment of what happened just prior to the act of the donation itself:

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPx20Gb5Jro

    *At this point of my research another policeman pulled up behind me and ruined the cinematographic moment. Although I wasn’t doing anything wrong being on public street filming a public employee, I didn’t feel like hanging out there any longer. Maybe next time time I will do a better job of blending in.

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  • Bloody Face Of Baseball

    I am ugly enough without being smashed in the face, good thing I don’t like baseball.
    blood

    An unidentified fan is assisted after being hit by a foul ball hit by Cleveland Indians’ Kelly Shoppach during the second inning of a spring training baseball game against the Kansas City Royals Tuesday, March 3, 2009 in Surprise, Ariz. The game ended in a 9-9 tie after ten innings.

    ©AP Photo/Charles Krupa

    Fans duck for cover as the bat of Baltimore Orioles’ Ryan Raburn flies into the stands during the third inning of a spring training baseball game against the Detroit Tigers in Sarasota, Fla., Friday, March 30, 2012.

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  • I Ain’t Classy

    To those who already know me it comes as no surprise: I ain’t classy.
    Today’s episode of me being “not classy” is brought to you by Twitter:

    kcklo63:
    @kcmeesha You’re making fun of law enforcement at a memorial ceremony? Really? You stay classy.

    I guess I wasn’t supposed to post a photo of this gentleman getting ready for the police officers memorial ceremony in front of the KCMO police headquarters.

    To quote Larry the Cable Guy: Lord, I apologize, but, on the other hand, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, how could I possibly pass this by? I don’t know what law enforcement function this gentleman performs, whether it’s a wide entrance blocking, extreme uniform testing, bear-wrestling or just plain intimidation of the smaller-sized criminals, I am sure he is great at what he does. I just hope he is not tasked with foot-chases, stair-climbing or long jumps.

    To my credit, this photo was taken before the ceremony started. Still doesn’t make me classy although even if I could buy class I am too cheap to spend the money.

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  • The Ostracization Of Boris Pasternak

    Public outrage is easy to come by these days. Whether it is signing a petition to remove a statue from the public view, complaining about a store ad being too gay or just clicking on a Facebook page to support or condemn some cause, expressing your views doesn’t even require a trip to a mailbox anymore. And while some comments on these sites and petitions look angry and radical, these people should stand back in awe of the original masters of public character assassination and manufactured outrage – the Soviet Press.

    The following page was published in the Soviet Literaturnaya Gazeta (Literary Newspaper) on November 1st 1958. In this issue various writers, artists, organizations, and even regular Soviet citizens expressed their outrage with the actions of Boris Pasternak, the author of Doctor Zhivago, who was awarded a Nobel Prize for his anti-Soviet novel. Famous Russian joke “I haven’t read Pasternak, but I condemn him” was extracted from one of the letters on this page.

    Newspaper condemning Boris Pasternak
    Soviet Newspaper Condemning Boris Pasternak
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  • Where have all sunflowers gone?

    Just like this summer, my sunflower patch slowly died down.

    Once strong and hopeful plants shriveled up and hunched over, leaning towards the ground overloaded with multitude of empty seeds.

    It was time for them to go.


    And just like that the garbage lid of life closed in on another summer. Hopes, dreams, plans will start over again next year.

    And now we dance:

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