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I am not Generation X

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

First we had the World War II Generation, rightly called the greatest generation. Then we had the baby boomers, who may have been the worst generation. Then we had a group of people that were given the worst label on the planet.

We were called “Generation X.”

I hate that label. It is a disgusting label. The X represents some lost generation wandering around disaffected and disillusioned.

The following generation was referred to as Generation Y, then as Generation D for digital, and now are referred to as the Millennial Generation.

Yet my generation gets shafted. We are described as stoners and slackers, despite the fact that it was the baby boomers that engaged in all the ills that have wrecked this country to the point where my generation has to rescue it as my grandparents did.

We have been called generation exlax and generation excrement.

Even worse, we were called Gen-Xers. I hate bad labels, but I hate acronyms even more. Acronyms on bad labels are the worst.

All I know is that to be a member of this mythical worthless generation requires certain criteria, none of which fit me.

I am not Generation X.

I never drank, or did drugs.

I never listened to Nirvana or Pearl Jam. Kurt Cobain and Eddie Vedder did not speak for me.

I am not disaffected. I vote. I vote Republican.

I do not wear ripped jeans. Looking homeless is not a lifestyle choice. It is an unfortunate situation for people that would own clean shirts and unripped jeans if they could. Homeless people can’t help it. Middle class white grungers in Seattle that can spend $5 on Lattes can afford better pants.

I work. I work hard.

I am happy. Sure, I have bad days. Overall, I am blessed.

I am not hanging out with beat poets waxing about the horrors of the world.

So what is my generation?

I was 29 when it happened. It was the defining moment of my life. There was Pearl Harbor, JFK, RFK, and MLK being killed. There was the man on the moon. There was Ronald Reagan being shot and the Space Shuttle Challenger.

Then there was 9/11.

I am not represented by some singer who wrote a song about an 11 year old kid killing himself in school. I am not represented by another singer that took his life because he was miserable.

I am not represented by suicide. I am represented by people that stopped suicide bombers. The words “Let’s Roll” define my generation.

I am a member of the 9/11 Generation.

We are up to the challenge.

We are resolute. We care deeply.

We want a better world for the Millennials.

We are not Generation X. We never were.

I would sooner be called a baby boomer than that worthless X label.

No more Generation X.

We are the 9/11 Generation.

eric

Druid Sabbath

Saturday, April 10th, 2010

I have 3 events in Atlanta today. At 10am I am speaking to the North Dekalb GOP ladies. Then I head out to the Rockdale County GOP BBQ, where I speak at 3pm. Then I am off to the Oglethorpe County GOP Pancake Supper, where I speak around 5:30pm.

Yet nothing compares to last night, when I experienced a Druid Sabbath.

In Atlanta, I decided to have a nice sabbath dinner with the local young Jewish community. While I had a great time and met many lovely people, I am glad I overcome my initial misgivings. The people were welcoming and kind, although I truly thought I was entering a culture of death.

The service and potluck dinner was held in a place called “Druid Forest.” Some may see this as nothing more than the name of an apartment complex, but I saw it as so much more.

This was not Sherwood Forest. This was Druid Forest. Time would tell if this was going to be a Druid Sabbath.

I know that druids are supposed to be scary things. Some people told me that druids are a religion practiced in places like Lebanon, but those are the Druze. I only met one Druze, and she was a nice person.

Druids are along the lines of mummies (not to be confused with people married to daddies) and zombies. They are scarier than Hamburgler (touch my burger and die).

I got there and the door was locked. Perhaps all the people inside had already crossed over to the dark side.

(Apparently I showed up early.)

When I met the people, they seemed normal and nice.

(One complaint…despite this being Atlanta, not one of the ladies spoke like Scarlett O’Hara. What does a guy have to do to be around real Southern Belles?)

Then the food was served, and like true druids, there was plenty of blood.

(Somebody may have spilled some grape juice.)

They came at me like zombies in the Michael Jackson video “Thriller.”

(They extended their hands to shake mine and introduce themselves.)

They started shouting in a dialect that was definitely not English. It could have been a satanic cult ritual designed to call for the dead.

(They were chanting the prayers in Hebrew, and it was a mourners prayer for lost loved ones.)

They tried to freeze me to death and serve me as dessert.

(I did not see that the tarp I was walking on covered a swimming pool. Totally soaked my sneakers. They may have questioned why I was wearing only socks at the dinner. They figured that is what people from Los Angeles do, I guess.)

Druid Forest had the sounds of people breaking the silence with screams as they beat innocent objects with wooden objects in what was obviously violent homicidal rage.

(I think a couple guys were playing tennis.)

I felt like I was in the movie “Deliverance.” A guy from Los Angeles goes to the Deep South and fears for his life in the lost area of Druid Forest.

(I was lost because my GPS tracker was not plugged in properly. Atlanta is not technically the Deep South. Many of the people in attendance were not even native to Atlanta.)

They truly were zombies, swathed in bandages, risen from the dead, hiding the blood.

(I think one of them may have had a band-aid from a papercut.)

We ate the bodies of those that died in the past who showed up at Druid Forest never to return.

(It tasted like grocery store bought pasta.)

We drank out of shrunken heads.

(That remarkably resembled plastic shotglasses.)

They even had tofu.

(That part was real and scary. I can’t stand that stuff.)

There was more chanting to the gods of all things evil and nefarious.

(Disguised as pleasant after dinner grace for the meal.)

When all is said and done, for people who gather in Druid Forest, they did seem to engage in rituals that I had seen in many temples on many Friday nights.

This can only mean one thing.

The people who think the Jews are vampires may not be anti-Semitic. They may be right.

The only other explanation is that I have screws loose, and that can’t be it.

When I get back to Los Angeles, people will ask me what life in Atlanta is like.

I have been to Atlanta, and I no longer fear Death Valley. I survived Druid Forest.

(and had a tasty yummy bit of cherry pie for dessert after the meal)

Druid Sabbath was not bad at all. In fact, it was quite nice.

(This was not Los Angeles. Nobody was in the entertainment industry.)

Tomorrow I will experience another cultish ritual.

I will take a weapon, and watch the blood flow as I take down my prey.

I do love Southern Barbecue.

Happy Druid Sabbath all.

eric

Ideological Bigotry, Ideological Violence, Ideological Idiocy–My 3 books are now available

Friday, April 9th, 2010

In April of 2009 my first book was published. It is entitled “Ideological Bigotry.”

In April of 2010, after much rewarding hard work, my second and third books have been published at the same time.

http://www.iuniverse.com/Bookstore/BookSearchResults.aspx?Search=tygrrrr%20express

The second book is entitled “Ideological Violence.” The third book is entitled “Ideological Idiocy.”

Ideological Bigotry is the hatred of conservatives and Republicans by the left simply for existing and breathing air. pornoseks.pw

The two tactics used to demonize the right are the labeling of them as evil or as stupid.

Ideological Violence deals with the labeling of conservatives as evil, and the violent tactics the left uses to try and prove their slurs.

Ideological Idiocy deals with the labeling of conservatives as stupid, and how the left uses patently absurd tactics to demonstrate absurdity.

The books are available online through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and of course iUniverse. They are available in hard copy, soft copy paperback, and on Kindle.

While the second and third books are twins, they can be read separately and independently from the first book.

I will have many things to say in the coming days, months, and years.

Today, I just want to thank everybody who helped make these books a reality.

Since my first book came out, I transitioned from a Wall Street career to a full time public speaker. I travel around America making friends I will have for life.

I am the luckiest man on the planet.

Thank you all, every one of you. Now please buy my books. I will come to your town and autograph them as soon as I can.

Ideological Bigotry, Ideological Violence, and Ideological Idiocy are now the Tygrrrr Express trilogy.

eric

Marathon Endurance Thursday

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

For those who would prefer that the Tygrrrr Express blog be a source of news and not an online diary, so would I. Tomorrow is back to the real world.

Today at 4am I head to the Palm Beach airport, catch on quick flight to Atlanta, a second quick flight to Birmingham, and drive to Huntsville Alabama to speak to their GOP ladies group at lunch. Then I drive a few hours to Maryville, Tennessee, a half hour from Knoxville. I am speaking at their Lincoln Day Dinner. Then sleep at a hotel in Knoxville before driving the next day a few hours to Atlanta.

As I always say, hide your daughters and break out your best plastic silverware. I am coming to town.

Flying down the highway headed west…in a streak of black lightning, called the Tygrrrr Express.

Westbound and down.

Gone.

eric

Spring Break 2010 Revisited–Back in South Beach

Monday, April 5th, 2010

In 2008 and 2009, I was in committed monogamous relationships. This tragic occurrence had me unable to hang out in Miami for Spring Break.

For those wondering why I go on Spring Break and date young, bouncy, giggly, jiggly, brunettes…

Because I can.

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2010/03/spring-break-2010-back-in-south-beach/

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2009/03/spring-break-2009-south-beach-revisited/

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2008/02/no-more-twinkies/

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2007/03/miami-will-smith-is-100-right/

After a three year drought, knowing that my time frame to do this was declining faster than American civilization itself, I stormed Miami Beach in March. I got to hit my favorite hangout place, “The Clevelander.” I love that place.

Sunday had me on a plane for the 2010 equivalent of Sherman’s March to the Sea. On April 4th at night I landed in South Florida, and on April 8th I begin bouncing between Georgia, Alabama, and even a quick stop in Tennessee.

I can’t wait to experience the hot in Hotlanta. Any town named Buckhead has to be entertaining.

Scarlett O’Hara looks good, but standing next to her and her twin sister would be twice as nice.

There will be plenty of business on this trip. My schedule is below.

As for the rest, pleasure is business, and business is d@mn good.

Two Spring Breaks in one month.

Spring Break 2010 Part II is now in session. Time for Miami Beach.

Because I can.

eric

Monday, April 5, 2010—I will be speaking to the Southwest Florida Republican Women near Naples at 11:30am. Arbor Trace on Vanderbilt Dr. Please contact Anne Brown for details.

Monday, April 5, 2010—I will be speaking to the Southwest Broward Republican Club near Fort Lauderdale, Florida in the evening. Please contact Jay Narang for details. TENTATIVE

Tuesday, April 6, 2010—I will be speaking to the Southeast Broward Republican Club near Fort Lauderdale, Florida in the evening. Please contact Eddie Napolitano for details. TENTATIVE

Wednesday, April 7, 2010—I will be speaking to the Lauderdale Beach Republican Club in Florida at 5:30pm. Stained Glass Pub, 5126 N Federal Hwy. Please contact Bob Wolfe for details.

Thursday, April 8, 2010—I will be speaking to the Marshall County Republican Women’s Federated near Huntsville, Alabama, at Noon. Please contact Sherri Spurlin for details.

Thursday, April 8, 2010—I will be speaking at the Blount County GOP Lincoln Day Dinner near Knoxville, Tennessee, at 6pm. William Blount High School, 219 County Farm Road, Maryville, 37801. Please contact Susan Mills for details.

Saturday, April 10, 2010—I will be speaking to the North Dekalb Republican Women’s Federated in Atlanta, Georgia, at 10:30am. Embry Hills Shopping Center at the corner of I-285 and Chamblee-Tucker Road. Please contact Tammy Johnson for details.

Saturday, April 10, 2010—I will be speaking at the Rockdale GOP Candidates BBQ, Noon (3pm). Please contact Don Williamson for details.

Saturday, April 10, 2010—I will be speaking at the Oglethorpe County Pancake Supper at 4pm (5pm) near Atlanta, Georgia. Please contact Kirk Shook for details.

Monday, April 12, 2010—I will be speaking to the Birmingham Republican Women’s Federated in Alabama at their evening fashion show. Please contact Sallie Bryant for details.

eric

Peaceful Sunday

Sunday, April 4th, 2010

I had a pre-written filler column prepared, but decided to delay it a day.

I am on a plane all day today, eventually landing in South Florida. Spring Break Part II in South Beach awaits.

Yet today is a serious day.

So rather than wax poetic/nostalgic/philosophic/some other ic, I will keep it no frills today.

To the Jews, Happy Passover.

To the Christians, Happy Easter.

To everybody else, a peaceful Sunday to you.

Enjoy life on the ground.

Hug your loved ones.

Time for the Tygrrrr Express to fly. Miami Beach awaits.

eric

Update: So much for peaceful Sunday. A 6.9 Earthquake in Baja California was felt in San Diego, Los Angeles, and even Arizona. I was already on the plane, and can report that since the epicenter was in the desert, there will not be mass carnage. Nevertheless, call the loved ones just to be safe.

eric

Activism and Passivism Saturday

Saturday, March 27th, 2010

Today was going to be activism Saturday. I was galvanized and ready to go.

A drive from Los Angeles to Nevada would have had me helping to kick of the Tea Party Express with 10,000 people. Sarah Palin, Joe the Plumber, and others are doing the Showdown in Searchlight. Then in the evening Ann Coulter leads the Henderson rally.

I would tell you all about it, but I did not go.

In Los Angeles, Vice President Cheney is speaking at the Claremont Institute’s 30th anniversary dinner.

I do love Cheney, and would tell you all about that event, except I am not going.

The Young Republicans are fired up today. Some of them flew from Northern California to Southern California to run phone banks and walk precincts for Sunder Ramani. Jane Barnett heads the Republican Party of Los Angeles County, and I am sure the Barnett Brigades and their Red Strike Team will tear liberals asunder for Sunder. I met Sunder. He is very impressive. The special election is April 13th.

I would say more, but I did not join them.

Yes, there is activism all around me, but it is tough to fire up the world and sleep until 11am at the same time. Actually, I was up at the crack of 10:45, but even the 15 minute head start did not help enough.

Yes, today is Passivism Saturday.

The weather is beautiful outside. I could sing “Pleasant Valley Sunday” by the Monkees, but that will not happen. I live on the Westside, not the Valley. Today is Saturday, not Sunday. I prefer “I’m not your stepping stone.” Besides, I don’t sing.

I could visit my Rabbi, but that would require a walk around the block.

I could do my taxes and clean my condo.

Heck, I would do some good old fashioned navel gazing, but that would require too much effort.

Last week I mentioned why I was not running for political office. Today was going to be the real reason. That story makes me angry and I am in quite a good mood today. So next week it is then.

I guess today I am reminiscing back to my college days when a television show called the “Care Bears” was on for kids. My friends and I had a group called the “Lethargy Club,” also known as the “I don’t care bears.”

One guy was Lethargy Bear. Another was Apathy Bear. I, the strident one, was F*ck It Bear. This was less due to my lust for women and more for my attitude toward everything, which is creeping in today.

The Lethargy Club had a high five, where we all missed because we did not want to bother raising our hands. Our mascot was the Lethargizer Bunny, who kept going until he quickly fell over and fell asleep.

I could tell the story of how Ralph Nader cut in front of me and others in line at LAX airport, but in all fairness 500 to 1000 words of ranting can be summed up by the one line I just said. Screw you, Ralph.

So as I prepare to get on my knees and scrub this condo, unless I decide not to do it, I celebrate all of those contributing to society on activism Saturday.

For those celebrating Passivism Saturday, I have been awake for 30 minutes. Despite my not being part of a union, and perhaps doing nothing today, a Sabbath nap after lunch may be delightful. After all, Saturday night is only a few hours away. Better rest up now.

I could say absolutely nothing and take 600 words to do it, but I am not sure I am that talented. If I just did, then maybe I am.

Happy Passivism Saturday all.

eric

Spring Break 2010–Back in South Beach

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

Break out the Will Smith and get ready to drive down A1A.

The Tygrrrr Express is back in South Beach for Miami Spring Break 2010.

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2007/03/miami-will-smith-is-100-right/

In 2008 and 2009 I was unfortunately in monogamous relationships that totally ruined my attempts to get back to Miami.

This year I am untangled and all set to get to Collins Avenue.

“Party in the city while the heat is on, all night on the Beach till the break of dawn…going to Miami.”

Politics will return tomorrow. Whatever happens today, I don’t care. The world can wait.

I arrived in South Florida early this morning on the redeye. I am bleary eyed and incoherent, which lord willing will be my state of mind every morning for the next 3 days.

To every alpha male out there that believes that the movie “Old School” is what life is about, I apologize for letting you down the last couple of years.

In fact, tomorrow night I am speaking to the Miami Young Republicans. I will keep my remarks brief if it cuts into partying time. The YRs will let me know.

I doubt I will get mauled in a club by a hot girl like I did in 2007 (I did not put up much of a fight).

Anyway, work hard, play hard.

The country did just fine for centuries before I arrived, and will do fine long after I am gone.

The rest of you can batten down the hatches and guard the nation today.

South Beach Miami awaits. Spring Break 2010 is calling loudly.

Let’s get it on!

eric

Drugged Out, Whored Out Screwups Admire Each Other–2010 Academy Awards

Monday, March 8th, 2010

Last night was the Academy Awards. The Oscar for best insignificant narcissist goes to…some insignificant narcissistic. Who the hell cares? Not me. To save the environment in 2010, here is my barely altered recycled column.

While Iraqis were voting in another election that again vindicated President George W. Bush, the imbeciles in our media were focused on gaudy outfits, red carpets, and ever pious millionaires pretending they cared about ordinary Americans. They were too busy bashing Sarah Palin to comment on the John Edwards sex tape. Perhaps some of them are on the tape. Charlie Sheen had no comment.

(The Bush comment was to see what liberals would try to hijack this thread that has nothing to do with him. Cherry pickers love doing that.)

As for me, I spent the weekend in Orange County at the California Republican Assembly 75th Anniversary Convention. There were no Hollywood celebrities present. It was excellent. I got to meet politicians that make decisions that affect many people. In other words, I prefer to talk to people that actually matter.

This morning I drive to Palm Springs for an event with Congresswoman Mary Bono Mack. Tonight I am on a redeye to South Florida for Spring Break. Why? Because I can. You wish you could. There will be no celebrities infecting my air.

Sarah Palin was on Jay Leno a few days ago. I do  not have to watch the Oscars to know that several leftist parasites on society will make fun of her having notes on her hand. That is called being “edgy,” if edgy is defined as stale jokes in front of a supportive idiotic audience.

My rental car did get home in time to watch some of the Oscars, which of course I did not do. It was bade enough that “Desperate Housewives” was preempted. Fox News had reruns. Thankfully the NFL Network had the NFL Combine. Normally I do not watch that, but it was not the Oscars.

I was debating whether or not to put on the last 10-15 minutes of the broadcast with no sound on, like I do with the ninth inning of the seventh game of the World Series when there are two outs.

I am sure tomorrow I will read whether or not Bill Clinton showed up to play the saxophone while John Kerry gushes about the heart and soul of America in a building filled with people that have neither. I wonder if the John Edwards sex tape won for best documentary. The Oscar’s are even more leftist, boring and long winded than an Obama health care speech, although it is close.

Some say it is unfair to indict every person in Hollywood. After all, like Palestinians and liberals, why blame the 20% of entertainment industry that are not drenched in toxicity? After all, 80% is not a majority. Oh, wait. Yes, it is.

The reason why the industry is so disgusting is because left wing politics long ago replaced quality.

The first thing that all Academy voters should be required to do is sign an oath that they watched every movie that they voted on. If they are caught paying their relatives or others to watch the movies and report back to them, their voting privileges should be permanently revoked.

The Oscars are boring, predictable, and disgusting. Voters have a formula for what they like.

One way to get nominated is to play a homosexual. In fact, it cannot be any homosexual. It must be a homosexual activist, and the activist must be a hero. If it is played by a left-wing activist, all the better. Personally I would like to see a movie made about Sean Penn. A conservative actor would play him, and make sure to show the part where he engages in domestic violence against his wife and assaults cameramen. For “dramatic effect,” he can be shown praising Alec Baldwin while a tape runs of Baldwin verbally abusing his daughter. I personally thought “Milk,” was a movie about lactation. After all, the same people that praise the “Vagina Monologues” as “groundbreaking” must have thought that a movie about breast milk would be “courageous.”

Another way to get nominated is to play somebody that is dying from a politically correct disease. AIDS is a good choice. Cancer is not. After all, many homosexuals and drug users get AIDS. In fact, to really stir the emotional pot, the person has to suffer from discrimination, either from an evil corporation, vile Republican, or both. The exception to the cancer rule will be the El;izabeth Edwards life story, where she will be cast as the innocent victim.

Another option is to play a retard or a “handicapable” person. It works. After all, they are politically correct. Whether overcoming a physical or mental illness, provided that the story tilts leftward, it will do fine. Anti-war activists injured in battle make great Oscar nominees.

When the academy runs out of generic movies of leftists as heroes, the next option is to find an evil conservative villain. The actor playing the lead role should have a hostile attitude in real life towards Republicans. Barring that, anything that attacks Republicans works. I mean, “Frost-Nixon” is a movie that takes place three years after Nixon resigns in disgrace. Talk about kicking the dog while he is down. Listening to a conservative bellow, “I told you I didn’t want to take any questions on Watergate!” makes Academy voters cream their undies.

The last step is to ignore the movie altogether and find somebody that died “tragically” and “way too young.”

Look, the “Batman” movie was outstanding. It should have gotten nominations in every major category. Yet the movie was politically conservative. That is a non-starter for the Academy. Also, the snobs at the Academy would not think of deigning to let a “comic book” movie win where it counts.

Why should that matter? “The Dark Knight” was a stunningly brilliant movie that should have given Oscar nominations to Morgan Freeman (Lucius), Michael Caine (Alfred the Butler), Christian Bale (Batman), and especially Aaron Eckhart (Harvey Two-Face). Another almost certainty behind Eckhart should have been Gary Oldman (Commissioner Gordon). Michael Caine has been praised in the past by the Academy, but that was for playing the lead role in a movie that pushed a pro-choice activism on abortion. The movie was marketed as a sweet movie about children in an orphanage, but the agenda was clear.

Yes, Heath Ledger deserved a nomination. He was excellent as well, although not as brilliant as Oldman or Eckhart. Yet he got the nomination because he died too young, and tragically. The Academy said this loudly.

Forgive me, but Heath Ledger was a dumb (redacted) who killed himself, either accidentally or in a suicide. That must not have any impact on the voters. If anything, it cheapens his nomination because had he lived, he would have been worthy of a nomination anyway.

I am tired of people who die this way being glorified, whether it be Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix, Curt Cobain, or Heath Ledger. This should have no bearing on Emmys, Grammys, or Oscars.

When all else fails, foreign love stories are the answer. In fact, anything foreign appeals to the Academy.

Whether it be Asians Crouching about tigers and dragons, or some people from India falling in love, foreign lovers are all the rage. If there is no love story, political activists are a global sensation. One year it is Irish revolutionaries. The next year it is Tibet.The less the story matters in the real world, and the fewer the number of people that watch it, the greater the chances for a nomination.

The worst part of this fiasco is the self-congratulatory left-wing blather. Yet in very tough economic times, the Academy tries to scale things down. They then congratulate themselves on how spectacular they are at scaling things down.

For those that want a recap from the California Republican Assembly Party Convention, that will occur this week.

For those that need a recap of events at the NFL Scouting Combine, there is a fabulous website.

http://www.nfl.com

For those that truly care about the self-indulgent spoiled brats that make up the Academy, just walk outside. There will be people bent over just enough to treasury the aroma of their own rumpuses. If that does not work, follow the trail of cocaine powder.

(Monique is exempt from criticism. My bizarre fascination with her still burns. If she ever says anything political I will add her to my list of yummy bouncies in the spring. She was is one plus size bag of beauty.)

At least the event is over with. Now the industry can get back to its day job, putting out left-wing crap and calling it art.

eric

 

Narcissism Sunday

Sunday, March 7th, 2010

Me, me, me, me, me.

Today is all about me. Today is Narcissism Sunday.

I remember a comedian who once did what he called the “Hollywood Opera.”

“Me me me me me me me…

Tell me what you think of me…

Let’s talk some more about me…

Me me me me me me me…”

Anyway, I decided to Google myself today.

I know it is wrong. First of all, to Google one’s self sounds pornographic. It just does not feel right.

Yet nobody was looking, so I did. Besides, I wanted to know what I was up to.

It seems I am a gentle giant, a good-hearted professional wrestler that is 6 ft 5 and 300 pounds.

http://njjewishnews.com/njjn.com/040909/sptGentleGiant.html

As if that was not enough, it seems I am also a professional musician living in Northern California.

http://www.myspace.com/ericgolub

My lord I am talented, multi-faceted, and well rounded.

Then again, those other guys seem to be impostors. Never mind. They are not me. I had the name first though.

Actually, wait, they are older. Maybe I didn’t. Oh lord, I hope there are not copyright infringement issues.

Wow, narcissism Sunday turned into Self Doubt Sunday pretty quickly. Life can be pretty humbling.

I hope these other guys are not spying on me like I am on them. That would be creepy.

This concludes Narcissism Sunday. Only 6 1/2 months until kickoff.

eric