Oh, Canada

I’ve had enough of celebrities bad mouthing America and President Bush. 

At the, until today I had never heard of Toronto Film Festival, Sean Penn called the President “a Beelzebub–and a dumb one.”

A movie called, “Death of a President” debuted at this douche gathering and depicts the imaginary assassination of President Bush.

Thankfully, Kevin Costner got into the fray when he insisted the director of the film failed to consider how George W. Bush’s family would react to scenes of the U.S. President being assassinated.

The Dixie Chicks are in Canada because they can’t sell out arenas in the U.S.  In their soon to be released documentary, “Shut Up and Sing”, one of the gashes calls the President a, “Dumb F**k.”

Stay in Canada; mount a Mounty; drink a Molson; catch a hockey game; eat a doughnut; speak French; just stay the f**k up there and spare us from your anti-American bullshit.

I feel better.

I was enjoying a few beers at the pool last night when Issac and Laurie said they believed Flight 93 was shot down by a U.S. fighter jet.  This floored me.  How can a reasonable thinking person think that a secret this big could never be leaked?  Don’t you think some numb nut from the Washington Post or NY Times would pop a boner if they could break a story like this?

There are tons of conspiracy theories on Flight 93, but I suggest reading this Vanity Fair article.

Enough politics… 

My neighbor’s wife thinks I am an alcoholic.  This assumption is based solely on her seeing me come home every night carrying a 12-pack of beer.

Here’s my plan; go to Sam’s Club this weekend; buy several 30-packs of Bud Light; smuggle them into the house after dark; come home every night carrying a bible.

Problem solved.

Some people say, “Never bite the hand that feeds you.”

I say, “Never kiss the ass that shits on you.”

You know it’s hard out here for a pimp.

Benny