Before you praise the Hollyweird perverts too loudly for their blackout at the Golden Bolus awards, ask yourself why they gave Tonya Harding a standing ovation.
These elitist hypocritical shits are ALWAYS performing. They cannot be real decent people because inside of them there is nothing but self-loathing which can only be temporarily silenced by the sound of applause. If they didn't spread so much evil and hate, I would pity them.
BTW, kiddies, if you believe that any of these heroes and heroines of yours didn't know Harvey Weinstein was raping his way through their ranks for decades, you just might be a dumbass.
And now, the star of EVERY show, Okra Whingefree!
Aha! Democrats and their Oprah moment - John Kass - Chicago Tribune
President Oprah Winfrey.
Aha.
In ancient times, that’s what you may have said — if you were still alive — after being struck in the forehead by one of Zeus’ thunderbolts.
But now it’s what the Democratic Party is saying after they’ve had their Oprah “aha” moment.
Because after her presidential-ish speech at the Golden Globe Awards the other night — and please don’t play the fool and pretend it wasn’t a presidential-ish speech because it was — everything becomes clear.
And there is nothing, really, that the Democratic Party can do about it.
All Oprah needs to do is reach out her hand for the 2020 Democratic presidential nomination, as if it were a warm piece of White House pie.
It’s on her plate. It’s done.
Because if she is denied her pie — as reportedly happened during an awkward visit to the Obama White House — we may witness a disaster.
Oprah Winfrey is an expert when it comes to celebrity and marketing. And she’s an artistic genius when it comes to public feelings and public emoting.
So when she delivered that speech at the Golden Globes, so folksy, so stirring that Hollywood actors cried real tears and political journalists felt the tingles run down their legs once again, you knew it was her moment.
“For too long, women have not been heard or believed if they dare speak the truth to the power of those men,” Winfrey said to the crowd on national TV. “But their time is up. Their time is up.”
I’m not making light of her speech. It was a serious talk in prime time to a friendly audience, about racism and sexism and the sins of the past and her hope for the future. It was remarkable.
It was a speech of a smart woman testing the presidential waters.
But what’s even more remarkable than the speech is what bloomed afterward. The Democratic Media Complex is in love again.
They’ve been out in the cold so long, desperate to belong, and now they have their champion. It’s a beautiful thing, really.
WARNING! HERE COMES KASS SWALLOWING THE PARTY LINE AND THEN VOMITING IT ONTO YOUR SCREEN.
President Donald Trump became president by bashing down the establishment gates. But the Democratic Media Complex, which at its core is establishmentarian, loathed him for it.
Trump threatened their seats at the banquet, their position as guardians of empire, but Oprah?
Pity. The rest of this makes sense. I guess he doesn't want to get audited by the IRS.
Oprah is their moveable feast. And they will open the gates wide for her.
NBC, obsequious as ever, did so by endorsing an Oprah presidential run on its verified Twitter account. “Nothing but respect for OUR future president,” it said.
Then NBC realized that an endorsement, even before Oprah asked for it, might suggest media bias. So NBC deleted the tweet, though obviously the love still throbs.
Actress Meryl Streep is the grande dame of Hollywood now. She loves Oprah.
Yes, Streep also once idolized sex harasser/assaulter and producer Harvey Weinstein, or at least she thought so highly of him that she once publicly declared he was “God.”
But Streep loves Oprah now.
“I want her to run for president,” Streep said.
Streep was clearly overwhelmed, as were many in the audience, wearing black, condemning men like Weinstein. And those photos of Oprah hugging Weinstein that circulated immediately afterward?
Or the fact that Hollywood is full of hypocrites who knew about Weinstein for years and said nothing and did nothing even while lecturing America about its lack of moral courage?
Don’t be such a hater. All such hate will be washed away in the waters of Oprah. She will heal them, she will cleanse them, and they will love for it.
Oprah is intrigued about the possibility of running for president, says her longtime friend Gayle King. She’d do it if the people want her to, said longtime partner Stedman Graham.
Even President Donald Trump once thought she’d make a great running mate, though now he says he can beat her. Don’t be so sure.
I’m sure it drives other Democrats crazy — the way Trump drove the establishment Republicans crazy — but that’s just the way the celebrity cookie crumbles.
The Democratic Party was once about ideas, about sound economic policy (even tax cuts) and anti-communism and the working man.
But conservative Democrats have been purged. The party now offers a leftist diet of open borders, social justice warriors and virulent anti-Trumpism.
It relies less on policy than on feelings and emotion. And all of it is set upon the party foundation of racial and gender identity politics.
Oprah is African-American. She’s a woman. She was raised a poor girl in Milwaukee and she made her own way and spent decades telling Americans about their feelings and emotions and made billions of dollars.
So who would take her down? Who would dare mock her? Bernie Sanders, Liz Warren and even creepy touchy-feely former Vice President Joe Biden wouldn’t dare.
And Kirsten Gillibrand, for whom Al Franken was subjected to ritual sacrifice on the altar of her presidential ambitions?
No way, Kirsten. Too bad, Al.
Andrew Cuomo? He can cry.
So to help soothe their sad feelings, I’ve come up with a new cocktail in honor of Oprah’s ascendancy.
You can call it Cuomo Tears on the Rocks or Kirsten’s Sobs.
Sanders Shrieks, Warren’s War Cry on Ice or Biden’s Fingertips on Your Wife’s Neck.
Or a Chilly Gillibrand with a Franken Swizzle.
It is a drink of equal parts bitters and broken dreams, shaken, not stirred.
They’ll smile and gulp it down and announce it’s the tastiest thing they’ve ever tried, if Oprah serves it to them. And they’ll say:
“Please, Oprah, may I have another?”
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Friday, January 12, 2018
Tonya Harding, feminist icon...Or, Hoperah 2020!
The Norwegians must be so proud.
President Shit-For-Brains opens his shit-hole and shits out another steaming pile of stable genius.
From The West Australian:
Donald Trump complains about immigrants from 's***hole countries ...
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Ruth Marcus loves the taste of babies in the morning.
UPDATE 10/27/17:
THE ORANGE ASSHAT'S REGIME DID INDEED INTEND TO APPEAL BUT THE ACLU (GO RED DEVILS!) LAWYERS ARRANGED FOR THE KID
TO BE WHACKED AT 4:30 AM, BEFORE THE APPEAL COULD BE FILED. TO SOME PEOPLE, CHILD MURDER IS THE HIGHEST GOOD.
La Marcus continues her crusade to put a butchered kid in every pot.
Don't worry, you baby-eating ghouls. You and the blood-soaked Marcus got your most fervent wish today. The child was chopped to pieces, Hoovered out of her (Yes! You'll never hear it from Ruthie and her ilk, but folks with vaginas get chopped up too.) mommy's womb, and tossed into some gringo's trash can.
The whole "Orange Clump is gonna shut down the babytoirs!" meme is bullshit. I'll bet A Cockjerk Orange has paid for more abortions than Ruth Marcus can shake her broom at. It promised to appeal this to the Supreme Court this morning and...well, what's one more dead Mexican kid when there are tweets to write?
From Washington's other other newspaper:
The Trump administration is holding a teenager hostage over abortion ...
All the Trump administration/“Handmaid’s Tale” comparisons seemed overwrought. Then came J.D.
She is a 17-year-old detained by federal authorities after illegally crossing the border in Texas without her parents, who she claims abused her. She is also pregnant — 15 weeks and counting — and wants an abortion. In fact, she’s been seeking one for nearly a month.
J.D., short for Jane Doe, isn’t asking the federal government to pay for an abortion; she just wants the government not to stand in her way.
Instead, federal officials required J.D. to undergo counseling at a religiously affiliated, antiabortion center. Although J.D. said that when her older sister became pregnant in her home country her parents beat her so badly she miscarried, U.S. authorities contacted J.D.’s mother to inform her of the pregnancy. They also threatened to revoke federal funding for the shelter where J.D. is living if it let her leave to obtain an abortion.
In effect, J.D. is being held hostage by antiabortion zealots running the Office of Refugee Resettlement, a part of the Department of Health and Human Services that oversees unaccompanied minors. The director of the office, E. Scott Lloyd, came to the job with scant experience in refugee issues but a long track record opposing abortion rights.
An HHS spokesman compared Lloyd’s role of counseling pregnant minors in his custody to that of a “foster parent,” adding: “He is going to make choices that he thinks are best for both the mother and the child.” But J.D., with the help of a group called Jane’s Due Process, has already convinced a Texas judge — Texas! — that she is mature enough to make the choice herself.
The Trump administration has tried to dissuade other minors from having abortions as well. According to a lawsuit filed by the American Civil Liberties Union on J.D.’s behalf, in March, another minor at a different shelter obtained judicial approval and took the first medication to induce an abortion — at which point officials intervened to force her to go to an emergency room. The abortion was eventually allowed to proceed.
The government insists J.D. has options that turn out to be no option at all. If J.D. wants an abortion, they say, she is free to leave to return to her home country. Except, as a government lawyer acknowledged last week to a three-judge panel of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit, J.D.’s home country — its identity is under seal — does not permit abortion.
Alternatively, the government says, J.D. could be released to the custody of a sponsor in this country. Except a sponsor has not been found, and the process of finding someone suitable could take weeks or months, by which point J.D.’s effort to secure an abortion would be moot. Indeed, every day that goes by makes the abortion more complicated, especially because Texas requires that J.D. obtain counseling and then wait 24 hours before proceeding. If her pregnancy proceeds beyond 18 weeks, she would have to travel 250 miles to San Antonio and undergo another round of counseling plus a sonogram including a state-mandated description of the fetus.
People of goodwill are entitled to believe that abortion is the taking of a human life, and work to prevent it. But government officials of goodwill must recognize that the Supreme Court has decided and reaffirmed that the Constitution protects a woman’s right to make that decision for herself. They don’t have to pay for abortions, and they can institute policies that encourage women to choose childbirth over abortion. They just can’t stop them from exercising their constitutional rights.
Even if the women are not here legally. In a friend-of-the-court brief, Texas and seven other states made the audacious assertion that “the Constitution does not confer on Jane Doe the right to an abortion.” But the federal government does not go that far, and for good reason; it has long been clear that the “persons” protected under the due process clause include anyone present in the United States, lawfully or not.
If due process protections did not apply to undocumented immigrants, as D.C. Circuit Judge Patricia Millett pointed out, “they could be forced to have abortions. They could, if raped by government officials who hold them in detention, then be forced to carry any pregnancies to term.”
The government’s argument boils down to asserting that it should not be required to “facilitate” an abortion. But as Millett noted, “there is nothing for it to facilitate” besides simply letting the procedure take place.
Millett’s two colleagues on the panel sided against her , giving the government until the end of the month to find a sponsor for J.D. This is wishful thinking taking precedence over constitutional law. The ACLU has asked the full appeals court to intervene.
Donald Trump’s America is not Margaret Atwood’s Republic of Gilead. But it is nonetheless chilling how far this administration is prepared to go to compel J.D. to continue her pregnancy against her will.
Seriously, how damaged must a woman be to cheer for the slaughter of every child possible?
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Friday, October 20, 2017
You see, the trick is to convince the poor they are enslaved due to lack of money.
Or, "How do we keep the black man down? Give him free Wi-Fi."
Study: Lower-income kids give more time to TV, digital media Washington's other other newspaper -
Children in lower-income families spend more time watching TV and using electronic devices than kids in more affluent homes, according to a survey released Thursday.
The report by the nonprofit group Common Sense Media on the viewing habits of more than 1,400 children nationwide age 8 and under found that less-affluent youngsters spend nearly three-and-a-half hours daily watching TV and using varied devices including smartphones, tablets, laptops and video game players.
By comparison, kids in higher-income homes spend just under two hours on such activities. The offspring of better-educated parents also spend less time with media (1 hour, 37 minutes) compared with children of those with less education (2 hours, 50 minutes).
“Before we can begin to understand the impact of media and technology on kids and families, we have to better understand their attitudes and behaviors,” James P. Steyer, the nonprofit group’s CEO and founder, and Reveta Franklin Bowers, chair of its board, said in a preface to the report.
The survey found that Latino parents expressed the most concern about what their children are exposed to in media, including sex, violence and racial and gender stereotypes. African-American parents voiced somewhat less concern, with white parents expressing the least worry among ethnic groups.
But a majority of parents overall said their children’s use of digital media helps boost learning and creativity.
The time youngsters spend reading or being read to has remained steady at 30 minutes daily, compared with previous studies in 2011 and 2013. But fewer than half (43 percent) of children under 2 are read to each day, counter to the American Academy of Pediatrics recommendation that reading to kids should begin at infancy to help develop language and literacy skills.
Nearly half (49 percent) of children are watching TV or using electronic media shortly before bedtime, contrary to the academy’s recommendation of an hour gap between such activities and sleep.
According to its conclusion, the survey “should not be read as a judgment on the quality of children’s time with media; rather, it is a snapshot of how media and technology are infused into daily life. Additional experimental and qualitative work is essential to better understanding the full implications of children’s media use.”
Other key findings:
— Children 8 and younger spend an average of 2 hours, 19 minutes daily with screen media, about the same as in prior study years. TV gets the lion’s share, 58 minutes, but mobile has risen rapidly from 5 minutes daily in 2011 to 48 minutes in 2017.
— The “digital divide” is narrower but still exists between more and less affluent families. Home computers and internet access were found in 72 percent and 74 percent, respectively, of low-income homes, compared with 97 percent and 96 percent for higher-income families.
— In a surprising twist, children pick “old-fashioned” paper books over digital reading. Only three of the 29 minutes that kids spend reading each day are on electronic devices.
So...They're saying there's a sliver of hope?
Nope. These damn LED lights will ruin the kids' eyes before they are 12.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Monday, August 28, 2017
There is a particularly nasty place set aside in Hell for wicked, unrepentant priests.
Father William Aitcheson should know that better than most Catholics...but does he?
First, let me educate you kiddies about the American Civil War:
1) It was not about slavery. It was about power, politics, and money. Lincoln only gave a damn about the slaves when it became politically anf militarily expedient for him to do so.
2) The actions of the southern states were seditious and treasonous. In the rest of the world and throughout history, rebels were executed without much thought. Every last rebel and those who supported them should have been executed by the lawful government of the United States.
3) Robert E. Lee, et al., were damn fortunate many in the Union took Christianity very seriously.
Finally, I don't give a damn about statues and flags. Only people matter. Fascists of both the left and right threaten our freedom and our lives. ONLY YOUR GUNS CAN PROTECT YOU.
Now back to this ignorant man whose greatest sin may have been to sully the integrity of the One, True Church.
From Washington's other other newspaper:
How I discovered my childhood priest was in the Ku Klux Klan
He was also a former Ku Klux Klan member, who in 1982 was fined $26,000 for burning crosses in the yard of an African American family and on the grounds of two Jewish establishments — a fine he had never paid. Before that, he was charged with six cross-burnings in Maryland and with sending a threatening letter to Coretta Scott King. He had also been charged with making pipe bombs and was found with various weapons and bombmaking materials in his bedroom and basement. But I didn’t uncover those latter facts until this month, when I stumbled onto a discovery that would eventually prompt Aitcheson to step down temporarily from his public ministry. He wrote in an op-ed that his service to God had changed and redeemed him. But I knew he wasn’t being entirely honest.
I remember him as an imposing figure who took his history lessons to us home-schoolers very seriously. He had a reputation for being a bit gruff, but he was never unkind to me, and I recall him fondly. He knew so much about history, and I trusted him when he taught us that the Civil War was fought for states’ rights, not slavery; that the South’s cause was noble and just.
It would be many years before I would begin to question my ideas about the South. Aitcheson’s views on the Confederacy were certainly not outside the norm: Many people I know and love sincerely believe that Southerners never stood for slavery and that the North waged an unjust war on them. But slowly, as an adult, I shed my Confederate sympathies, and I would only occasionally think of Aitcheson and what he taught me.
After the now-infamous white supremacist protest in Charlottesville, ostensibly over the removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee, I spent quite some time thinking about what it meant to grow up in a region where tearing down monuments felt like tearing down a whole culture’s founding mythology. Neither of my parents is originally from the area, but even as transplants, we learned to share a sense of local pride in the architecture, the stories, the music. Even if I disagree, I understand why some people want to keep the monuments; this is their architecture, their stories, their home. I thought about Aitcheson and wondered what had ever happened to him. On Friday, Aug. 18, I Googled his name. The first result was about his many years of service as a priest — he was now at St. Leo the Great in Fairfax City, Va. The second was a 1977 Washington Post article about William M. Aitcheson, a 23-year-old University of Maryland student and “exalted cyclops” of his local Klan group, the Robert E. Lee klavern.
This Aitcheson, according to coverage at the time, had joined a paramilitary splinter group called the “Klan Beret.” A Maryland State Police officer who had infiltrated the group testified that, with Aitcheson as an enthusiastic member, the Klan Beret aimed to use bombs and other violent tactics in its coming “revolution” against Jews, blacks and other minorities. The story of Aitcheson’s arrest for cross-burning and threats gained national attention, and another Klan leader complained that Aitcheson’s antics had “set the Klan back 50 years.”
At first, I thought it might be an odd coincidence. But a picture of a young William Aitcheson, Klan member, looked just like the William Aitcheson I remembered. My Aitcheson and the Klansman had the same name, were the same age and bore matching biographical details. If they were the same man, he had spent a few years teaching and entered the seminary in Rome in 1984. He was ordained in 1988 in Las Vegas.
Overcome by curiosity, I had to know if this was the same person — and if the church knew. I emailed the spokeswoman for the Arlington, Va., bishop’s office to ask. I wrote that I was a former parishioner. Although I am also an occasional freelance journalist, I wasn’t digging for a story at that point. I was looking for answers from my bishop — I am a Catholic parishioner in the Arlington diocese, at St. Mary’s in Alexandria.
I continued to pore over the details of Aitcheson’s case throughout the weekend: In 1982, a federal judge ordered him to pay $23,000 to Phillip and Barbara Butler, and $1,500 apiece to two Jewish groups, for burning crosses on their property in what the judge called “a personal campaign of terror.” The Butlers had been the fifth black family to move into the Maryland subdivision of College Park Woods, a predominantly white neighborhood at the time, when Aitcheson — who lived in a different Maryland county — erected a burning cross on their lawn. President Ronald Reagan read about the case in The Post and was so moved by the Butlers’ story that he went to visit them personally.
The Saturday morning after I sent my email, an official from the diocese emailed me back to say they would look into it; he asked if I was a journalist. By now, I realized that there was no question of Aitcheson being a different person and that I had clumsily stumbled into a real story. Yes, I said: I was a reporter in addition to being a former parishioner.
I called Phillip Butler, of the 1982 lawsuit against Aitcheson, and asked him if he had ever received any money or an apology. The answer was no — the family had never seen or heard from Aitcheson again. I explained how I had come upon the story. Butler, who is Catholic himself, was surprised to hear that Aitcheson had become a priest. Why hadn’t Butler pressed to receive the money? He told me he recalled that Aitcheson’s father had been something of a bigwig in Howard County and they didn’t imagine they would have much luck pressing it. They were satisfied with Reagan’s visit, which he said they “still cherish.” At the time, that was closure enough for them. (The University of Maryland Hillel, the first of the Jewish groups in the settlement, also told me that its rabbi at the time, Bob Saks, could not recall ever receiving a payment. Rabbi Mendel Abrams of the Beth Torah Congregation, the second group, said he had not received a payment or heard from the diocese as of Thursday.)
If that was enough for the Butlers, maybe it should have been enough for me, too. But I also wondered how a priest, a public representative of the church, could take such a position of influence without even privately apologizing for his sins to those he had harmed. Perhaps he couldn’t afford $23,000 at the time of his ordination, but I can’t believe he could never spare a phone call or a letter to ask forgiveness. As a Catholic, I was brought up to believe in God’s mercy — but my faith also teaches the necessity of penance, atonement, justice and paying your dues.
On Monday afternoon, the bishop’s office released the op-ed from Aitcheson, addressing (rather vaguely) his past, along with an announcement that he had requested to step down for now. Neither the editorial nor the accompanying news release addressed whether the church previously knew about his past or, if so, why church leaders had not asked him to apologize to the Butler family or pay his debt. The Arlington bishop’s office portrayed his disclosure, titled “Moving from hate to love with God’s grace,” as a spontaneous act, connected only to his private reflections on Charlottesville. “Our actions have consequences,” he wrote. So why hadn’t he faced them?
The Diocese of Reno, where Aitcheson was made a priest in 1988, informed me via email that while Aitcheson had “admitted” to officials there his involvement in the KKK, he had never made the church aware of the 1982 lawsuit and his debt. I wondered how such a large omission could really be considered “admitting” his past involvement. The Arlington diocese eventually released a similar statement about what it had known.
On Wednesday, the Butler family gave a news conference. Their attorney said that, while the diocese had now offered to set up a meeting for Aitcheson to apologize to the Butlers, they were unsure about how to proceed. They want him to finally reveal the names of the other Klan members who helped victimize them and who were never brought to justice. After the news conference, the Arlington diocese released another statement, saying that “a freelancer reporter, who introduced herself as a parishioner,” had contacted officials about Aitcheson’s past, prompting the disclosure.
I felt — and still feel — confused and conflicted about my role in this. A few nights into my investigation, I discovered yet another ugly surprise about someone from my past: An old acquaintance had marched in the white nationalist tiki torch parade at the University of Virginia, side by side with the young men shouting Nazi slogans.
I thought back to an evening several years ago, spent with this person and some mutual friends. After a few too many glasses of wine, he and another friend began to sing the unofficial anthem of the Confederacy — “Dixie.” I sang along, mangling the words a bit, but as a Virginian, it was a song I’d heard many times before.
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten.
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land!
It was the second time I had thought about that familiar old song in recent days, and this time it made my stomach churn. As I had searched through every article I could find naming William Aitcheson, I came upon a 2004 article in Fredericksburg, Va.’s Free Lance-Star. Aitcheson was still my pastor then. He had presided over a memorial service for the Confederate dead, where he read “The Conquered Banner,” a popular post-Civil War poem composed by a Catholic priest who had been a chaplain for the Confederate army. Then, the Lance-Star reported, Aitcheson turned to the crowd and said, “Let’s sing the old national anthem.” He led them all in song.
I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie land I’ll take my stand,
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Twitter: @mtksantos
Friday, August 25, 2017
RISE MY BLACK BROTHERS AND SISTERS! THE REVOLUTION HAS BEGUN! THE EVIL WHITE DEVILS HAVE GONE TOO DAMN FAR! (And so has the horse they rode in on.)
Not only was Robert E. Lee NOT REPEAT NOT Chinese, he was a poor speller as well!
From unz.com:
Traveler, USC's mascot, comes under scrutiny...
From the Los Angeles Times this afternoon:
Instead, the brief performance before USC kicked off its season against Georgia Tech turned into one of college football’s iconic traditions. A succession of white horses named Traveler have followed — Traveler IX debuts this fall — trotting out of the tunnel as “Conquest” plays and the costumed Trojan warrior atop the horse waves a sword. But during a rally earlier this week to show solidarity in the aftermath of the violence in Charlottesville, Va., a USC campus group linked the name to Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee, whose favorite horse was Traveller.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
The racist, whorish, moronic sodomites at Disney strike again!
The Old Gray Whore witnesses the madness it helped create:
ESPN Pulls Announcer Robert Lee From Virginia Game Because of His Name...
Thursday, August 17, 2017
The sodomite whores at Disney slurp a proud woman-beater for fun and profit.
Watch as that good little commie clown Jimmy Spittle yucks it up with a pervert who has NEVER hit a man in the ring as hard as he hits his women. For that, he's known as a great defensive fighter. He sounds like a fucking pussy to me, but then again, I'm not a real man because I have never hit a girl.
Please don't buy this fight, kiddies. Let all these motherfuckers choke on it.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
This could be dumbass or it could be really cool.
From MonstersAndCritics.com:
Hip-hop meets fishing in Breaking Bass with Carnell 'Dimension' Lee ...
Hip-hop designed to make the fishies pop is coming to Complex Networks and digital platform go90 today with new series Breaking Bass — starring hip-hop artist Carnell Lee and fishing movement founder Oliver Ngy.
Breaking Bass has a fish-out-of-water premise: Take two pals from different parts of the USA, put rods in their hands, equip them with a powerboat and create one of the most unlikely buddy reality series of all time.
Carnell Lee and Big Bass Dreams founder Oliver Ngy come from different fields but travel the country together to meet and greet fellow anglers of all stripes — smashing stereotypes and showing fishing is for anyone.
Ngy is a respected angler and has made a splash with his viral videos, while Carnell Lee, a musician also known as Dimension, is a SoCal native who discovered his love of fishing while living in Oklahoma.
Breaking Bass premieres today exclusively on go90 and debuts new episodes on Tuesdays and Thursdays over the course of an eight-week run.
In the clip below, Ngy says: “We’re on a mission to find the biggest, baddest fish and we’re here to show you that fishing is dope. But isn’t just about the fish, it’s about the journey, the cool people and the crazy places that we discover along the way.”
Together they show viewers the tricks of the big-mouth bass-catching trade as they teach new fishermen and women how to reel in the monsters while exploring each town they roll into after the tackle box is put away.
The series kicks off in Nashville, Tennessee where the crew hits up J. Percy Priest Lake, as they visit the Party Fowl restaurant and bar and a legendary recording studio.
Next stop is Kentucky where a friendly competition is waged. Then over to Arkansas, where Cypress tree-filled waters of Lake Conway pose a serious issue for the boat
Breaking Bass airs Tuesdays and Thursdays for eight weeks premiering today. The series is airing on Complex and go90.com, a free, digital entertainment platform. Available on the web, iOS and Android, go90 is part of the Verizon Communications family of companies. Anyone with a smartphone can download go90 on the App Store or Google Play.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
2+2=4 is settled science. "Football causes CTE" is not.*
From Eric Adelson of Yahoo Sports (a website worthy of your patronage):
Why the latest round of daunting CTE reports should come with an asterisk ...
What? Ground Chuck Schumer is a fucking moronic fascist and not a scientist? Well, I'll be hornswoggled!
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