Journalism: 101 (the Lost Art, Almost)

Once upon a time, in a far off land we'll just call America, there was a group of people who decided that they would create a free press. With that freedom came the ASSumption that purveyors of that profession would give not only both sides of a story, but ALL sides. These professionals learned to put their private leanings aside to present the facts.

Breaking away from King George (the tyrant in England from which we broke away, for those of you "publicly" educated) and his press that could only report things that made him look good was what the founders (original designers of the USA) intended. But over the years, that discipline became an arm of those with leftist leanings, namely, socialism, Marxism, communism and "large C" Communism. After a time, the three broadcast networks of that time and even the fledgling CNN (Cable News Network) were mere American versions of the Soviet Union's Pravda, indoctrination system.

More than ten years ago, a new network was conceived to restore JOURNALISM to the mix. It was called FoxNews Channel. Fox News prides itself in being fair and balanced as it presents all sides to political stories. It also airs commentators who, for the most part are conservative, as opposed to the commentators on CNN, ABC, NBC and it's groups and the highly leftist, CBS.

If you were to draw a line with extreme Communists and radicals on the left and extreme right wing people on the right, fair and balanced would be in the exact middle. Where one perceives fair and balanced depends on one's own leanings. Therefore a liberal would see fair and balanced to its right and call it "right wing" and not fair and balanced, which goes on quite a bit today. That does not change the fact of where and what fair and balanced is.

Of course, because all of these systems are run by humans, there ARE errors.

But I can speak from experience that leftists have been feeding America its pablum for decades. Working in the eighties in radio, the first stories over the wire overnight, for the most part, told all the facts, but as the day wore on, less and less of the facts that would make the more conservative point of view look favorable would disappear from later editions as the liberal bosses, and their cohorts came to work. Thus was and IS the slant of what is now called the dinosaur media.

What Say We...

...find a child molester...I mean a really perverted one...one who is "married" to a three-year-old girl...one that occasionally foams at the mouth when he speaks. Got it?

Then, just for more fun, let's call him a prophet. Why not? We'll start writing down what he says only when he foams at the mouth and put it in a book and call it a holy book, what the heck.

If he calls a god by the name of an ancient pagan false god, we'll just ignore that.

Oh, you know what?

Wait.

Somebody already did that.

Yeah, the "prophet "was called Muhamed.

Oh, and for his so called "god" he used the name of the ancient pagan moon god, allah. Oh shoot. Never mind

Spreading Like Wildfire

It's THE saying for folks in Lizard Lick and spreading like wildfire! Yes, friends, "Save Skippy" is being said by folks wishing to affirm that their previous statements are in fact, true. It all started when ♫ROEBUCK♪ an unemployed radio host and former front man of such groups as "The Orfans","Those of Us", "Kings Row", "Scarlet Onyx", "Shaman" and more took it upon himself to change American culture for good.

When ♫ROEBUCK♪ discovered that people trying to reaffirm previous statements were saying "Damn Skippy!" ♫ROEBUCK♪ realized that Skippy was being falsely condemned, despite choosy mother's wishes. So he began a campaign to boldly get his friends and neighbors to NOT say "Damn Skippy," NO! But instead, say, "SAVE Skippy," and the rest is history.

(Loaded) Philly Cheese Steak Nachos

Who comes up with this stuff? You know, I've only tasted ONE thing that wasn't particularly good at Locked & Loaded, but it's no longer on the menu, so that doesn't matter. EVERYTHING else has been no less than superb! I haven't seen them printed on the menu, but saw a friend enjoying the new Philly Cheese Steak Nachos and recently sampled them myself. You talk about GOOD. I wondered how it would taste, since nachos are a corn product. I thought it might be a bit like trying to eat a Philly Cheese Steak on cornbread, but one morsel and my fears dispersed. I highly recommend them.

Picture nachos loaded with seasoned beef and cheese with grilled green (bell) pepper. Oh yeah!

I Wish I was a CAR!

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I Wish I was a Car

by John Roebuck on Friday, February 11, 2011 at 11:53am

RaNdOm thoughts on why, I indeed, wish I was a car.

First of all, I could run my odometer back which would open up a whole new world of possibilities.

To have gas, I'd actually have to PAY for it.

If my exhaust was offensive, they'd give me a ring job. (I'm not sure if that's a plus or minus) Hmm

Bump and grind would mean I was a NASCAR eh, car.

Depending on the owner, I'd be given a bath every week.

As a human having a titanium leg would make me interesting to a limited amount of people.

As a car, if I had over-sized rims...wait a minute, I'd only be cool to a limited amount of people there, too.

Being jacked up wouldn't mean having to see the dentist the next day or having my jaw re-set.

Being lowered wouldn't mean I was in a coffin.

Peeling out would be cool if I was a car. Not so sure what it means for humans, what, a bad sunburn?

Burn out wouldn't mean I was a druggie or had worked too hard for too long.

A messed up grille would probably cost about the same to get fixed.

Headlights, I guess would be a consideration whether I was male or female.

Woe (a Joey Triviani thought) wonder how you tell the difference with cars?

Don't know if Earl Sheib is still around, but for about three hundred bucks at Peach, I could get an entire new wardrobe!

Bumper music would have an entirely different meaning to me.

Of course, there ARE some negatives, like...

I'm perfectly happy with shoes for under twenty bucks---never cared for advertising someone's brand. Even ordinary tires cost an arm and a leg these days.

When I am no longer on the road, I may or may NOT be recycled. That's a scary thought. Spending eternity in a junk yard? Ew!

Resurrection would only come IF someone decided to fix me up for a demolition derby, unless I was a classic car, then I'd be sold for some ridiculous price.

Someone could put a bumper sticker on me and another equally crazy driver could get offended and hit me in the parking lot on purpose!

Having my lights punched out is no good either way some country chick would do it with a Louisville Slugger!

I don't know...maybe I need to think some more

SAVE Skippy!

People of America we must rise and unite! There is a most unfortunate comment people make when they want you to know that what they previously said was the 100% Truth. I know you have heard someone at some time utter the words, "Damn Skippy!" This is worse than a bigoted treatment of squirrels...it is well...TERRIBLE!

It's time for counter measures to take place at ONCE! Hear me, please, and heed my call for reform. From now on when you've said something that is absolutely true and you wish to emphasize it, do not say "Damn Skippy," no!

Say, "SAVE Skippy!" That's right, "SAVE Skippy!"

After all, what did Skippy ever do to you, other than deliver the most delicious, melt in your mouth peanut butter available. And don't give me that business about choosey mothers. Do you hear yourselves? They're MOTHERS! We HATE those mothers! You don't hear anyone say anything about them except an occasional, "I swear on my mother's grave!"

So please, in the name of all that is American, when you want to emphasize that what you say is true, say "Save Skippy!" and the world will be a better place (for you...and me...you just wait...and see, people now, put a little love in your heart, come on, now...put a little love in your heart...)

Beautiful Betti (Bipolar Barista)

I used to frequent a now defunct coffee shop where one of the people who worked there was like the "Soup Nazi" especially when it came to decaf coffee. Apparently, decaf was a big problem, as when it changed ownership, they rarely had it ready. There must have been more demand than they thought, because they're out of business.

Beautiful Betti (Bipolar Barista)

There are two sides to stories

And this has more than one

Occasionally hard to be around

But most times she was fun

Her life consists of lattes

Espresso and the like

But miss that medication

And it's Hitler and the Third Reich!

One day, preparing decaf

For a regular named Joe

We noticed that the service

Was just a tad bit slow

Betti snapped at customers

Prepared the drinks all wrong

Some made a guess "It's PMS!"

Or an ill-fitting thong

"Something's amiss with this coffee Miss

She's manically depressed!"

The biggest clue? She came unglued

And broke the coffee press

A sight to see so violently

She whipped a mango drink

And fruity parts strewn near and far

From front door to the sink

Just then, with cup, boyfriend shows up

Says "You forgot your pills!"

She takes a dose, prepares rich roast

And coffee cups, she fills