Plan B

Before this weekend, two girls had proposed the idea of getting married if we are in our thirties and still single. Well, it happened again Saturday night. However, the age limit was lowered to 29 and a yearly income clause was added. These gestures are intended as compliments, no doubt, and I am certainly flattered. But a hidden message lies within these proposed marriages. "If we're 30 and still single, we definitly need to get married." Translation : "I like you as a friend and love spending time with you but a short, balding redhead just doesn't fit into my agenda right now. In the future, If I've had bad luck with men and am desperate for some children and/or money, I'll give you a call."

On a side note, my latest engagement took place at a bar & grill in Atlanta called Stool Pigeons. One of the menu items was the Wahoo Fish Taco. Of course, I had to order it.

Why St. Patrick's Day is the Best Day of the Year, Reason #456:

High school girls.

Sheriff Joe Arpaio

No, I didn't write this. Someone who greatly admirers our blog sent this to me...

TO THOSE OF YOU NOT FAMILIAR WITH JOE ARPAIO
HE IS THE MARICOPA ARIZONA COUNTY SHERIFF AND HE KEEPS GETTING ELECTED OVER AND OVER.

THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY:Sheriff Joe Arpaio (in Arizona) who created the "tent city jail":He has jail meals down to 40 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them.He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the jails. Took away their weights. Cut off all but "G" movies.He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects.Then he started chain gangs for women so he wouldn't get sued for discrimination.He took away cable TV until he found out there was a federal court order that required cable TV for jails. So he hooked up the cable TV again only let in the Disney channel and the weather channel.When asked why the weather channel he replied, so they will know how hot it's gonna be while they are working on my chain gangs.He cut off coffee since it has zero nutritional value.When the inmates complained, he told them, "This isn't the Ritz/Carlton. If you don't like it, don't come back."He bought Newt Gingrich' lecture series on videotape that he pipes into the jails.When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied that a democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his jails in the first place.
More on the Arizona Sheriff:With temperatures being even hotter than usual in Phoenix (116 degrees just set a new record), the Associated Press reports: About 2,000 inmates living in a barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at the Maricopa County Jail have been given permission to strip down to their government-issued pink boxer shorts.On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatted in the tents, which reached 138 degrees inside the week before.Many were also swathed in wet, pink towels as sweat collected on their chests and dripped down to their pink socks."It feels like we are in a furnace," said James Zanzot, an inmate who has lived in the tents for 1 = years. "It's inhumane."Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates: "It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our soldiers are living in tents too, and they have to wear full battle gear, but they didn't commit any crimes, so shut your damned mouths!"Way to go, Sheriff! Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves. If you agree, pass this on. If not, just delete it.Sheriff Joe was just reelected Sheriff in Maricopa County (in Arizona) who created the "tent city jail":He has jail meals down to 40 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them.He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the jails. Took away their weights. Cut off all but "G" movies.He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects.Then he started chain gangs for women so he wouldn't get sued for discrimination.He took away cable TV until he found out there was a federal court order that required cable TV for jails. So he hooked up the cable TV again only let in the Disney channel and the weather channel.When asked why the weather channel he replied, so they will know how hot it's gonna be while they are working on my chain gangs.He cut off coffee since it has zero nutritional value.When the inmates complained, he told them, "This isn't the Ritz/Carlton. If you don't like it, don't come back."He bought Newt Gingrich' lecture series on videotape that he pipes into the jails.When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied that a democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his jails in the first place.
More on the Arizona Sheriff:With temperatures being even hotter than usual in Phoenix (116 degrees just set a new record), the Associated Press reports: About 2,000 inmates living in a barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at the Maricopa County Jail have been given permission to strip down to their government-issued pink boxer shorts.On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatted in the tents, which reached 138 degrees inside the week before.Many were also swathed in wet, pink towels as sweat collected on their chests and dripped down to their pink socks."It feels like we are in a furnace," said James Zanzot, an inmate who has lived in the tents for 1 = years. "It's inhumane."Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates: "It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our soldiers are living in tents too, and they have to wear full battle gear, but they didn't commit any crimes, so shut your damned mouths!"Way to go, Sheriff! Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves.

Cafeteria Style

I woke up this morning, flipped on Fox News (as usual), where they were continuing to milk the story about the Pope being hospitalized for the 34,294th time.

My idea of religion has always been to do things only for the benefit of yourself or the benefit of others. Anything else is a waste of time and money. A 95-year old, senile Polish guy and some rule about not eating meat on Fridays fits nowhere into this equation.

With that in mind, I drove up to the Hardee's on North Avenue and got me one of them big, juicy, $6.00 Angus Monster Thickburgers. The only sin I committed was not being able to finish it all.

An Experience in Folk Medicine

I was sitting in my Folk Medicine class today, and we were talking about organ transplants and what other cultures thought about them. Some cultures believe that if you receive an organ transplant, part of the donor's spirit is now apart of you. This could entail things such as memories, etc. During this discussion this girl raises her hand and says that her mother received a lung transplant a few years back, and the donor happened to be a fifteen year old Mexican boy. The girl said that after the transplant her mother has had an insatiable appetite for tacos ever since.
This story poses two questions. Who the hell is this girl and why the hell did she open her mouth? I know if I was that stupid or had something that dumb to say, I would just bite my tongue. There are some retarded ass people in this world.

Tokyo Top-Siders

That's right guys, the boat shoe revolution has even reached the heart of the orient. Although it took thousands of American soldier casualties and two atomic bombs (90,000 innocent Japanese lives), our efforts have finally paid off. Click here; skip the intro and check it out. If anyone wants to forward this to Doan, that would be great.

One For the Ages

Setting: Stephen and Tim sitting around watching T.V. in #315 S. Church St. one Friday afternoon. The T.V. is playing one of those lame High Life commercials about how manly it is to not put a lemon in your beer or to use a lot of mayonaise. The commercial ends and the enthraling dialogue beggins.
Stephen: Those High Life commercials just aren't as funny as they were last year.

Tim: Well, Stephen, You are just a little more mature than you were last year.

Stephen looks at Tim very seriously and says

Stephen: Tim, you really think I am a little more mature?


I know that was awhile ago, but I just wanted to see it in print.

The Telfair Ball

As most of you know, I helped Mr. Ganem do the drinks at the Telfair Ball. I arrived at 3:00 and began setting up bars inside the museum and at a huge tent in Monterey Square. The Silent Auction started at 6:00 inside the museum. While this was going on, I was helping setup inside the tent. Guests arrived at the tent for cocktails around 7:15. I never saw so many arrogant assholes in white ties and tails. Once they settled down at their tables, my job was to go around and pour wine. However, each table already had a bottle of red and a bottle of white. Anyways, pouring wine is probably the most stressful thing I've ever done. I had to reach over shoulders and pour into the glasses on the table and try my best not to spill anything. It also sucked having to interrupt conversations and ask if anyone would care for some wine, when there were already two bottles at the table.

After dinner came the live auction with two redneck sisters from Tennessee presiding. I didn't pay attention to most of the auctions, but I do remember an oyster roast going for $6,000. Also, some pompous ass auctioned off a tour of his own home and dinner at the First City Club. The live auction ended around 11:00 and the band cranked up. I don't know who they were, but they were cranking out the beach music.

Around 12:00, the guests shuffled back over to the museum for a midnight breakfast. I stayed in the tent cleaning up and hauling stuff back to Mr. Ganem's truck. The highlight of my night came when I was loading coolers onto a hand truck. I had already placed one cooler down and went inside to get another one. When I came out, a drunk girl, in her gown, was sitting on the cooler. She looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties. I politely asked her if she could move so I could set my cooler on top of the one she was sitting on. She looked at me with an appauled face and said no, as if I had the audacity to ask her such a question. It was that moment that I decided I would never join any of these elitist organizations nor would I ever send any of my children to Country Day.

I was finally dismissed at 2:30 and called Stephen's answering service. My call was fowarded to his brother, Patrick, who informed me the Leonard clan was all at Irish Times and all completely wasted. I the bar had closed by the time I got there, so I ended up cramming the Leonards and their dates in my car and taking them to the Hilton. I had to take Kevin back to his apartment and on the way there, he told me about how he was going to hook up with some married woman. I got home around 3:00 and went straight to bed, dreaming of how I will become rich and powerful and ruin the life of that bitch on the cooler.

Gingrich '08

Make no doubt about it. Back in November, I cast my vote for George W. Bush, emphatically. The thought of the socialist, internationalist Kerry as president scared the hell out of me. But now it's time for all of us here who care (which basically means just me and Stephen) to get on Bush's case. Earlier today I had the priviledge of eating with Leonard, and we both agreed that we've been dissapointed with a LOT that Bush has done over the past 4 years. Non-defense, non-homeland security spending soared during his first term. The 2001 steel tariff was a huge mistake, the 2003 Medicare act was the largest expansions of the welfare state since Lyndon Johnson, the omnibus 2002 Farm Subsidy Bill approved billions of dollars in handouts to the corporate and agricultural welfare queens, and Congress continued to spend money like Alison Maedge at the Mall of Georgia during FY 2004 and 2005. Bush is now already considering raising the payroll tax for those making over $90,000 a year.

The Gingrich Congress would never have let Clinton get away with any of this.

The Republican party has controlled the White House and both houses of Congress since 2002. Conservatives like myself have to wonder what the hell is going on. We've waited for this moment for 80 years, when we would finally set the nation's agenda, but we haven't done a goddamn thing yet. It's time to pick up the ball and run with it. The tax cuts must be made permanant. Spending must be slashed. Social Security must be privatized. The department of education must be abolished (the Federal Gov't spend 10 times more per student than it did in 1964, when the department was established, and yet our public schools are 10 times worse), and free trade must be supported at home and abroad.

While Bush likes to wear cowboy hats and talk about streamlining government, he is no Reagan. It's time for the Republican party to get serious again, like it was in 1980 and 1994. I remain optimistic about the second term and will continue to support W. in his efforts, but I sure hope we don't nominate a RINO (Republican-in-name only) like John McCain (who voted against the tax cuts, the only great thing Bush has done so far domestically) for the next election. The word is Newt will probably run, and if so, I'll throw all of my support behind him, even though he'll probably lose in the Republican primaries.

At the end of the day though, I still love seeing things like this, especially on the "Left" Coast:

Manbag Politics

This guy in my class has one of those leather manbags instead of a simple bookbag, which pisses me off to start with. I still have my LL Bean bookbag from 10th grade, complete with the RPS initials. Just because you're in college now doesn't mean you have to get an "adult" designer megapurse to carry your pens and notebooks.

On this guy's bag is a bumper sticker taped on there that has stars and blue and red colors. The message says in big letters, "Bandwagon Patriot" and underneath, "Loving America since 9-11-01." Hmm, I guess that's sarcasm. I'm glad that you are such a smug elitist that you have to display your holier-than-everyone cynicism everywhere you go. You just HAVE to let people know how above you are of being proud of your country, the right to display such trash, and having sensitivity towards the greatest tragedy this country has ever seen.

I bet if someone he was close to was killed in the attacks he'd be stuffing his arrogant, useless thoughts right back down his pompous throat. This guy will never help this country in anyway. He'll just sit back on his thrift store couch and smirk along with Jon Stewart and criticize everyone in authority when he'll never experience the pressure of making important decisions in a world where problems aren't black and white with simple solutions.

Political Endorsement

In an effort to further our cause, we should now begin officially endorsing political candidates that most closely match our beliefs. If you haven't been to SouthernAppeal.com, you need to. This blog is geared toward Southern, Conservative, and Catholic (sorry Ryan and Arvind) values. In the latest blog a dude named Ralph Reed has announced is candidacy for Lt. Governor of Georgia. He's fairly young for a politician, and his future aspirations obviously include becoming Governor of Georgia, and eventually President of the United States of America. Be sure to read what Reed has to say. I see him as Reagan's clone, which is awesome. Will, I know you don't give a damn about politics but he needs your support as well. In Ralph's latest press statement announcing his candidacy, he mentions nothing of Savannah, St. Patrick's Day, beach music, boat shoes, or BC football. With our support and advice, I'm sure he'd be willing to support these ideals as well.

SavannahNow Slideshow

Check out the slideshow. You might see someone you know.

"Old" Europe

Ok, this is another one of my boring blogs about politics, and I know many of you don't care about politics and most of you won't bother to read it, but let's face it, I just get a real kick out of seeing my own words all fancy, posted and in print.

The Economist reported today that Germany's GDP shrank last quarter . That's right, amidst the current worldwide economic expansion led by the world's freest economies ( the U.S. and the "tigers" of East Asia and Eastern Europe), the economies of Germany, Italy, and France are all now in recession. This is amazing, and further proves the point that socialistic economies, with their 35-hour work week limits, high marginal tax rates, excessive regulations, and massive welfare states, do a much worse job (or, in this case, no job at all) of creating wealth than free-market, capitalist countries do. France's per-capita GDP has remained generally stagnant over the past decade, and even shrunk during a few of those years.

If things remain the way that they do over the next 50 years, I predict Western Europe will be left on the "ash heap" of history while the dynamic, free-market economies like the U.S. lead the way in creating the world's wealth. Nations like France and Germany will be considered part of the 3rd world if they don't free their economies. The French can talk all they want about their lavish leisure time and shorter work weeks, but the truth is that already the average European today would actually be considered in poverty by U.S. census standards. A little over ten years ago, our own high-tax, socialist Ireland was considered the "sick man of Europe" with enormous poverty rates. But beginning in 1994, its welfare state and high tax rates were slashed, and as a result living standards have more than doubled as investment and business have flocked to the Emerald Isle, now called the "Celtic Tiger." Ireland is now one of the richest nations in Europe (its per-capita GDP is now %120 of the EU average), because it is the 5th freest economy in the world, even freer than the U.S.

The simple point is that, despite what the out-of-touch, left-wing professors try to convince us, history and common sense shows us that capitalism creates wealth, and socialism creates poverty. Americans rich and poor live better today than at any time in history. Let's just hope Hillary Clinton isn't elected in '08 with her agenda to reverse this course, and lead us down the government-run "road to serfdom," or else, I'm moving back to Ireland.

Great Website

Tons of pictures of Savannah scenes, including St. Patrick's Day. Enjoy.

"Like"

Definition: To find pleasant or attractive; enjoy. To want to have: ex., "I would like some coffee." To feel about; regard: Archaic; To be pleasing to. To have an inclination or a preference:(From Dictionary.com)
Patrick's encounter with the Atlanta kid that was retold in the previous blog "Ash Wednesday" has spurred the creation of this odd blog of mine. Yes, my topic is this one simple word, "Like. " You may be asking yourself why in the hell is this kid writing about this stupid word. I mean, like, it has nothing to do with the purpose of this website. That is, this discussion has nothing to do with downsizing the government, rotting one's teeth with a tall glass of Carey Hillard's sweet tea, Coach Jim Walsh, seer sucker shorts, The Horse, baci ball, Sebago topsiders, green grits and eggs on St. Patrick's day, or even getting drunk on Sunday at the Master's. But oh yes, it has everything to do with these. The continual misuse of this most ancient word is signaling the downfall of all that is good.
I step on shaky ground will typing this blog. I have witnessed bloggers of our own butchering like as if there is no tomorrow. This is not to say that I have not used it incorrectly. I admit, I have misused it here and there when attempting to entertain a buddy with a story that goes nowhere. If we don't overcome this terrible disease soon, we might as well head forPanama City on a permenate spring break with our hair gel and board shorts in the trunk.
During my sophomore year at Georgia, I realized how dire this "like" situation had become. While in legal studies class, I heard the following comment by a high nasal pitched, fast talking, efeminit, backwards fitted hat wearing (with the graphic of a bad ass Uga also wearing the same hat), East Cobber. "You know, like, I really want to be apart of the, like, corporate business culture. So, like, I'm going to take a PE golf class, so like, I'll be able to, like, absorb the montra that, like, top CEOs live and breath, like, every day. You know?" This statement has scorned me for life. For one thing, as a male he used the word montra and the phrase business culture in the same sentence. And besides sounding retarded, this kid is slapping our cause in the face. I have seen crap like this written in Georgia's "Red and Black" newspaper on a daily basis. It must be stopped.
Am I over exaggerating this situation? NEVER! We are facing a potential disaster. By misusing like we face the possibility of wearing Hollister, listening to ipods during a quick 10 minute walk to class, having our sons go to Bible Baptist, and (God forbid) going to tanning beds. Keep up the good fight.

Truly Honored

First, I would like to thank everyone involved for giving me the honor to participate in a forum as distinguished as this. It is truly one of a kind that cannot be found anywhere else on the Internet. Believe me, I've looked. I have been familiarized with the characteristics and basis for which this "blog" was founded, and I intend to uphold these principles with due diligence. Apparently there was some discrepancy as to wether or not I could uphold the values established here due to my living in Atlanta since that fateful summer of 1998. This is exactly why I need a forum such as this. Being what my heritage is, it is very trying in order to uphold these characteristics of which I was born for in a city such as Atlanta. The neighborhood I currently reside in southeast Decatur (or "The Dec") was once affectionately called "Litttle Vietnam." If it weren't for a local golf club by the name of East Lake pumping in millions of d0llars into the local economy of our little nook, I would have surely been blasted since I moved here about 10 months ago. I need this forum in order for me to uphold my roots, to keep me grounded, and never stray from the principles that we believe. Also, I need something to occupy me at work, my job makes me want to hang myself. As for my affiliation with a technical school located on North Avenue in beautiful downtown ATL, I have several other places where I can vent my frustration about how overrated our basketball team is/was, and about how much I want to cut Reggie Ball with a rusty knife, so there's no need to worry about that. If you have any questions or concerns about my dedication or moral fiber, please feel free to contact me at your convenience.

Fo Shizzle,
Michael M. Leonard

Love Is In the Air

If you haven't heard yet, Randy popped the question to Krystal over the weekend. As you all know, this was merely a formality. It was going to happen eventually. According to tradition, the bride's family plans the festivities. Krystal's family is Baptist so pray that the reception will not be dry.

31 more days!!!!!!!

Irish Eye for the Cracker Guy

Originally I was going to post this as a comment to Will's article below, but I wanted to get more attention.

As all of you may recall, I have never participated in any pre-parade festivities. Why is that? Well, sure, first of all I am a mutt cracker; what fellow crackers refer to as a "Heinz 57". I have no strong familial background in any European country in particular, just a mish-mash of shit, i.e. not Irish. So I have never been privy to any annual gathering where everyone's dad and his BC friends drink beer for breakfast and embarrass themselves. But "everyone is Irish on St. Patrick's Day," right?

I am gonna go ahead and lay my pride on the line: Could I join someone for their March 17th celebrations and get some tradition rubbed off on me? I'm tired of being a bystanding ragamuffin to these things. I promise I'll wear a coat, tie, and khaki pants. I can't promise boat shoes, for I have none. Maybe I could pull off the New Balance look. I also don't have any croakies (is that how the hell you spell it?). Give me some, I'll wear 'em. This year I would like to start an annual tradition for myself of being that guy. I know this is very Matt Menefee of me, but yes, I'm asking to be invited. I mean, come on, my hairline is receding.

Addendum: Who is walking in the parade? I just want to know who will watch with me from the sidelines.

Shriners Return to Parade

The Savannah Morning News reports that the Alee Temple Shriners, absent from the last three St. Patrick's Day Parades, will return this year. The Parade Comittee and the Shriners have come to terms that will limit the number of Shriner units in the interest of shortening the Parade.

I think this is good, even though the Shriners have no affiliation with the mother land. For the kids, this is the best part of the Parade. I remember getting pictures with the belly dancer and receiving citations from the Keystone Cops when I was a wee lad.

Also making an appearance in the 181st edition is Vince Dooly, who is to march with Uga. Pat, this may be the best parade for you yet.

33 MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!

More New People

Ok, I know what everyone is thinking. We've just added two new bloggers, and Michael Leonard will be on the way, and that's just fine. No big deal. I know it seems you can't swing a cat and not hit a BMBS blogger these days, but we're happy to have ya'll. But here are some reminders:

Arvind and Tim, this blog is not about smoking weed or listening to jam bands. If you guys are up for that sort of thing, I'm sure they'd love to have you over at the Widespread Birkenstocks blog. The only drugs we know about here are cheap alcohol and love potion #9.

Mike, we all know you voluntarily choose to come to Athens and then bash UGA at the same time. Not a problem. Hopefully we can find some common ground here.

The whole idea here is to have fun, but just keep in mind we do have an agenda here at BMBS. Some of the elements of that agenda include: helping Will get the Father Rafael Cup Award (or whatever it's called), fighting for lower marginal income tax rates, making the shrimp and oyster combination at Carey Hilliard's the monthly special permanantly, eliminating the federal minimum wage, getting Ryan on Survivor, ensuring that the price of a private lap dance at State Line does not exceed the current $40 rate, making sure the Republican party keeps control of Congress until 2054, ensuring that the Swinging Medallions play on the pier this summer and not on that stage in front of Ocean Plaza, and raising the speed limit in Thunderbolt from 35 to 65 mph.

These are just a few agenda items, my friends. Given our newfound strength in numbers, we can rise to meet these new challenges, and with time, we will be successful.

Membership Extension

Hello men. I just received an email from Michael Leonard (aka "The Boo.") He has requested permission to become a blogger. I, his own brother, question whether or not this person should be allowed to share in the crusade that we have embarked upon. This person, The Boo, lives in a place that all BMBS bloggers should hold in disdain... The "ATL". I question whether or not he is willing, and even capable, of upholding all the values the we so hold dear. He must prove to us that he will stand tough in all the precarious situations that Metro Atlanta can throw at him. I believe he has the right intentions, but he has been in Atlanta for far too long. On the other hand, he could act as the stepping stone we need as BMBS begins its out reach into the Devil's Den. The Boo has the potential of being the mustard seed we need to plant inside the Perimeter. What say you BMBS? If we all agree to allow him in, send him the email Pat.

Ash Wednesday

I was walking home from school yesterday, when yet another worthless metro Atlanta kid approached me in front of Papa John's on Baxter Street.

"Dude, like, your bookbag is open," he proclaimed in his awful, generic, freezer-burn,"Real World," cookie-cutter, strip-mall, Midwestern accent.

Listening to an Atlanta kid talk is like hearing fingernails on a chalkboard. Looking at one is even worse. This guy had bad acne, really long curly hair, and was wearing a "retro" Atlanta Braves net hat (with the lower-case "a") slightly off to the side like black people do, and also had on a faded American Eagle shirt on that said "#4" on the front. It was obvious this kid had never done anything that MTV didn't approve of, and that one single, independent thought had never crossed his mind in his entire life. Either that, or he had no father.

I immediately wanted this kid to go back where he'd come from. Whether it was from the annals of O-House, Joe's Crab Shack, or Akron, Ohio, I didn't care. I just wanted him to leave and pack all of his worthless friends with him into his cargo shorts so they could leave with him.

This year for Lent, I may be giving up tolerance, but I'll keep my personality thank you very much.

Important Upcoming Dates

February 19-20 Savannah Irish Festival at the Civic Center. Admission is $12, I think.

March 1 J. Parker, Ltd. gets its annual shippment of St. Patrick's Day attire. My dad works there now so maybe he can cut you a deal. Word to the wise: get it early in case you need alterations.

March 5 My birthday and possible trip to State Line Cabaret.

March 12 Tybee Island Irish Heritage Parade. Never been. Heard it's a lot of fun.

March 16 Innaugural Irish Hurricanes Dinner. Induction of new members.

March 17 St. Patrick's Day.

Cadets' Lose in First Round of Region Tourney

I have not seen anything on the SMN website or the Augusta Chronicle, but GAVSV reports that BC lost to Richmond Academy last night 73-32. I'm not all that surprised that we lost. From the score, it seems our guys must have packed it up after the loss to South Effingham. A winning season in basketball is still quite an accomplishment at BC, though.

Valentine's Day is just around the corner ya'll. Show your love by giving her Sperry's finest.

Near Crisis

My first class this morning was Financial Tools and Methods, which is basically just an Excel course. So, as you can imagine, I have to carry a disk with me to each class in order to save classwork, submit homework, etc. Your standard 3.5" floppy does not meet my storage needs, so I use a zip disk that I've had since I got my computer back in '01. I could not find my disk this morning, which meant I would not be able to turn in my homework for the day. No big deal. I probably left it in the Business lab and it will be in the L&F box. Then, I remembered that also stored on this disk was my exstensive porn collection with jpegs dating back to 1998. A third of my life's work had gone into that disk. Asians, blowjobs, cumshots, teens, celebs, you name it. I dug through the L&F and didn't see it. My last hope was that it was still in the zip drive of the computer station I sat at last Thursday. I said a prayer to St. Anthony and low and behold, there it was. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business I need to attend to.

The Bush Budget

First off, all of us here at BM&BS are happy to welcome new bloggers Stephen Leonard, William Fleming, and Ryan Smith. While I have never seen Smith don a pair of top-siders, or heard him blast the Tams from his Mazda Mountaineer, his classic post last night updating us on the status of Nardis proves beyond doubt his worthiness of being a contributor here.

Yesterday, Dubya proposed his budget for 2006, which holds the growth of discretionary spending to a respectable 2%, just under the inflation rate. Such fiscal austerity has not been seen since the Reagan era. The Wall Street Journal praised the budget in an excellent op-ed piece this morning. Fiscal conservatives like myself can finally rejoice; all we need now is for Bush and congress to make the 2001 and 2003 tax rate reductions, which have been led to a remarkable economic recovery over the past two years, permanant. Supply-side economics WORKS, and lower tax rates give the American people more incentive to save, work, and invest in new boat shoes, which, we can agree, makes everyone better off, even if they didn't go to Blessed Sacrament.

As for sports, I'm still pissed about the $50 I lost Sunday night on New England.

We will continue to bring you the latest in our ardent crusade against hair gel, Smirnoff Ice, and John Maynard Keynes; while at the same time praising the likes of boiled peanuts, Natural Light, the Laffer Curve, and Trey Aimar.

Salutations.

Greetings fellow Bloggernites. I am honored to be apart of this blog which upholds my core beliefs as a Savannahian. As I look out my office window on East Broad St., across the festive projects of east Savannah, I ask myself "Why is this blog important?" Suddenly, I had terrifying flash backs of Georgia State University. "Jared the Gel- Head" is trying to convince me that the "progressive movement" benefits the common good, then ten minutes later he's bragging how his CEO dad from Cincinnati has just shelled out for his souped- up Toyota Landcruiser "wit rims." My thoughts at that time were endearing to me. Jared has no idea of what is right or wrong, traditional or new age, sacred or blasphemous, and even the importance of July 3rd. We need this blog for all the Jareds to know the goodness that exists in the Coastal Empire. Yes Pat, I will do my best to inform Jared of limited Government, James Brown, low taxes, PBR, Al Green, short shorts (without 8 cargo pockets), The Horse, Sperry Top Siders, no same sex marriage, Sam Cook, Chippewa Square, and B.C. Athletics.

Outstanding Senior

Of course I laughed my ass off when Nardis actually showed up at Arvind's party over the break. There he was, in his odd Nascar jacket, busting through the room with those brilliant gold teeth. He spotted me and goes "Oh, shit! Smiff!" and gave me the "hey-you're-in" black, one hand shake into the come around hug, complete with the pounding of the back.

We didn't say much to each other. We went to the same high school, that's about all we have in common. He pulled out that trusty cell phone that he was on all night and asked for my number. I think he said something about calling me if he was ever up here. So that's all I thought of it; just a polite phone number exchange that would never result in anything.

Tonight, my cell phone rings and an unfamiliar 912 number appears on the caller ID. Usually I don't answer those because I'm scared. Something in my heart told me to go for it this time.
"Hello?"
"Ryan?"
"Yo."
"Yo, man, it's Nardis."
The conversation that followed was packed full with awkwardness and a friendly tension as I expected there to be a point to his calling. Nardy had to have a mission. But no, friends. Nardis called..."to see what was up." He asked me how school was, what was I doing tonight. He said he was on his way to his cousin's place and that he was studying physics this semester. Nardis is having a tough time with physics. I asked if he was coming up to Athens anytime soon in hopes of urging him to reveal the goal of his phone call, but none existed.
"Well, alright man, dis is my numbuh. Call me up sometime."

And Mr. Walker went off into the sunset, unaware that he just brought upon himself a horrendous drunk dial in the future.

The Bad News

By now, at least most of us have heard the news of BC's tragic loss to South Effingham on Friday night. The big question now, is when and where will the region playoffs be? The Savannah paper of course does not care, and will not tell us, but rumor has it that it will be sometime in the middle of this week, and will be in the Waynesboro area. Anyone with this information should reveal it to BM&BS as soon as possible; we will work to get as many alumni together to attend this special event (the Cadets have not won a region championship since 1959). I will post as soon as I hear anything.

concerning "who" can blog

Ok, I've figured out how this works, anyone can post comments on this thing, but I have to "invite" you by email if you want to be a member-blogger who can "publish" new posts that everyone can see. Qualifications for membership in this elite club will probably include but may not be limited to: graduating from BC, being Irish (except Arvind Raman), liking Savannah, thinking it is better than Charleston, not using the words "dude" and "like" more than necessary (which means never), and not being from the metro Atlanta area.

Welcome Everyone

This blog will be dedicated to anything involving Carolina beach music; Irish-American heritage; conservative, pro-growth, limited-government, and free-market ideals; the city of Savannah, Georgia; St. Patrick's Day; Half-Rubber; the free-enterprise system; Benedictine Military School; shagging; Ronald Reagan; Carey Hilliard's Resturaunt; low tax rates; the Fox show "24"; the University of Georgia; boat shoes; white polo shirts; and drinking warm Pabst Blue Ribbon in big, dirty styrofoam cups on hot July nights under the pier on Tybee Island, Georgia while the Swinging Medallions play "Double Shot" for the 456,653rd time. Please feel free to look around and enjoy yourself. I'm still not sure how to let others post as bloggers yet but I'm working on it.