Probably Uncalled For...  

PETA oughta take a good long look at themselves in the mirror, take a deep breath...and then immediately disband the organization permanently. For good. Period. Not that it hasn't been charming watching their blood pressure hit record highs over s**t like bad practices at a Tyson chicken plant, or making a symbolic "one-hour" job offer to Britney Spears, but all of that seems like distant memories in light of their absolutely witless protestations over last Saturday's Kentucky Derby, calling for Eight Belles jockey Gabriel Saez to be suspended. Ref**kingmarkable. The organization, with or without Pamela Anderson (if you look close enough, you can see the marks where the last one was riding her), is now acting like just a bunch of jacka**es, and doing that noble beast a disservice while they are at it, if in name only. Honestly, who the f**k even takes PETA seriously anymore? I'm willing to put a $2 bet on fewer people than even PETA thinks.

Never at any time in my life was I any more relieved I did not pursue journalism after high school. The Federal Communications Commission recently ruled that both TMZ, whom we mentioned last night for publicly identifying a 14 year-old alleged sex crimes victim, and The 700 Club are "bona fide" newscasts. Legitimizing either of these two so-called broadcasts is the journalistic equivalent of the designated hitter rule. At this point, the FCC should pay attention to putting together the satellite radio monopoly (in clear contradiction to the rules governing satellite radio when it was first allowed to go public), and just chuck the rest of the rules out the f**king window. Their recent ruling shows that while there still may be rules, the standards just had the life support machine unplugged.

So Hawaii wants to secede from the Union, do they? F**k it, I say let them. The whole joint has gone straight downhill since Steve McGarrett and Dan-o faded off into the sunset, and unless a volcano is rumbling, we here in the contiguous 48 never hear anything about Hawaii unless the NFL Pro Bowl is on. What is amazing to me is that not only are elected officials showing support for this bill, but both Democratic presidential candidates Sen. Hillary Clinton and Sen. Barack Obama are backing the bill. I guess it makes sense in a way. I mean, after all, what the f**k does Hawaii bring to the table, other than an occasionally outstanding college football team? Oh, that's right...not nearly enough to sweat whether or not they want to remain a state. Let their volcano gods put that in their pipe and smoke it.

I'm still not impressed with the concept of the upcoming Terminator Salvation: The Future Begins hitting the screens with a PG-13 rating. Then again, I thought they should have called it a franchise with T3 and tried instead to bring a fresh sci-fi story to light, rather than falling into the recent (and lamentable) trend in Hollywood of "re envisioning" movies and franchises that were in most cases better off left alone in the first place. I can appreciate their desire to broaden their fan base, it is a competitive business, after all, but let's not kid ourselves here. There's probably two PG-13 heads for every one adult head to see all the Terminator flicks, so why fix what wasn't broken to begin with? The Future Begins (tentatively, at any rate) on May 22, 2009, but apparently, it's gonna be a family-friendly future of battles with killer cyborgs...and what a f**king shame that is.

Government in a nutshell: Nebraska Attorney General refuses to help illegal immigrants, by the letter of a 1996 federal law, gets punished by the federal government for doing so. And these a**holes are running to be in charge of all this? On purpose? We're so screwed.

If you actually needed another reason to be embarrassed as hell for this country, along comes the Pentagon to pull fresh ones outta the big hat they make decisions with. Instead of doing something, dare I say anything resembling logical or at least in the ballpark of helpful, such as actually managing to ensure our troops have adequate equipment, weapons, and food (and enough of it, while you're at it), or trying to make sure the soldiers don't come back to medical care in conditions that would make a Big Apple cockroach nauseous, just to name a couple right off the top of my head, decide to address the obvious and mounting mental health toll on the troops, by creating a social networking campaign to create awareness.

What the f**k? They are soldiers in the U.S. Military...are you saying you don't know how to get ahold of them? You have to use a YouTube page to tell them it's okay to get help, but you got no problem giving them a sixth or seventh tour in Iraq through the mail? Beyond incompetence, it's the virtual version of "let them eat cake." Outrageous. Leave the f**king social networking sites to the Harvard kids or the bored teenagers and relentless Internet marketers. Granted, the idea of the Department of Defense f**king about on MySpace provides a brief breakaway from their usual task-at-hand, half-a**ing our nation's soldiers into the ground, one by one, but ultimately, if they want to appear so concerned about the mental health of our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan, they'll start acting like a f**king military and not worry about getting all the spam friend requests deleted from their inbox. Dolts.