Been to the moon and still kickin @#!

Wow. Watch this.

Buzz is a new American hero of mine. I was never taken away by the mysticism of astronauts. But Buzz's solutions to **holes makes me smile.

You're Drunk And I'm A Rapist (in Wisconsin)

Wisconsin, has recently passed a state law that allows really drunk women who have sex to claim they were raped. Male college students are left in shock, wondering how this could happen.

Game over guys. Someone actually had enough sense to say that women who are so drunk they can't walk are in no way capable of determining if they should have sex. They can't drive, so they can't hump, right?

What about the flip-side of that coin? I think that really drunk men who have sex with ugly women ought to be protected also. Sure, every guy wants a 10, but having five twos in one night doesn't add up to a ten. It adds up to an awful mistake.

Can guys be `raped'? If you're a drunk guy, you are suffering from the same impairments that a drunk woman would. Oh, sure, the woman just has to `lay there'. But odds are, `just laying' there is par for the course for her anyway. The only difference now is that she will regret laying there, later.

I hope to see a man having a fat woman prosecuted for taking advantage of him in his drunken state. Men have rights too.

Racism in Philadelphia Eatery ... Well No

Geno's Steaks in Philadelphia is upsetting the local Hispanic population. One of the co-owners posted a sign that reads "This is America -- when ordering speak English."

Considering that English is the language of the United States, I do not think that is a tremendous request. If you take half a second to consider what language is for a country, you realize language unites people. If people aren't united, then we have "sub-communities" of Mexicans, Chinese, Italians, whatever... We don't have Americans, which is bad.

Racism! It's the nasty charge that can be volleyed against someone without any proof. I do not understand what is racist about the sign. But, here is what Roberto Santiago, executive director of Philadelphia's Council of Spanish Speaking Organizations, thought about the policy.

"I think what's coming out of his mouth is racist," said Santiago. "He is saying, 'I don't like these brown faces in my community and I will do everything I can to get them out of there.'"

Where did the sign say "I don't like brown faces?" The one I read said "This is America -- when ordering speak English." With racism, you don't need proof, just a silly emotion.

One of the owners stated that no one would "be refused service if they ordered one of the sliced beef-and-cheese sandwiches, a famed bit of cuisine in the Quaker-founded "City of Brotherly Love," in a language other than English."

So if people will still be served, how can they say it is racist? If it were truly racist, then the sign would read - "Brown skinned people will not be served." That sign is unequivocally racist.

Did he hear that?

Last week I was on vacation in Pensacola. The vacation was a true family vacation. It included my family, mom, dad and sister.

Pensacola's beaches are beautiful. The water is emerald green and the sunlight produced a nice maze of light on the ocean floor. You know the way that swimming pool waves cause he sunlight to create a web of light on the floor of the pool? A similar effect is produced on Pensacola's ocean floor - it's really soothing.

Anyway, while on vacation, I was forced to go shopping. Drug from store to store, carrying bags of goods that weren't mine, or needed for that matter. An absolute dreadful waste of time is what shopping is. Except for my dad, who had a great experience shopping.

While wandering around some store, a couple of teenagers start walking by him. He did not pay them much attention, until around the second or third pass. This was when one of the teens ripped a ground-rumbling fart.

Well, the old man moves and the kids walk by again and rip another one. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees the kids snickering and realizes that the kids have a remote controlled "fart-machine." A remote controlled fart machine is a speaker that when activated via remote control, produces a fart sound. So, you shove the speaker in your pants pocket, and have someone activate the machine at an opportune time.

The kids keep hawking the old man. Walking by, ripping one here, ripping one there. The entire time he ignores them -- behaving as if he did not hear them.

Later that evening, the old man sits on a bench next to a senior citizen. While relaxing on the bench, he notices the two kids looking at him. So, without missing a beat, he begins to "sign" to the old man next to him. The senior citizen does not even notice the signing, but my dad notices the goofy looks on the kid's faces. A look that said, "we wasted 15 minutes farting by someone who can't even hear?!"

Russian Man Tests God -- And Fails

Well, today's post is about a man from Kiev who tested God. He lowered himself into a lion's den at the Kiev zoo. Next, he took off his shoes and walked up to a lioness. Finally, he provided quite the show as the lioness "knocked him down and severed his carotid artery."

This poor russian kept shouting "'God will save me, if he exists." But demanding that God save you may not be the brightest of ideas. Luke 4:12 - Jesus answered, "It says: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"

I guess that is one more case of "knowledge is power." You can read the story here.