Clintonite Stabs Obama Supporter... Meanwhile McCain Prepares for Winter

FEBRUARY 25--

"Meet Jose Antonio Ortiz. The Pennsylvania man allegedly stabbed his brother-in-law in the stomach after the pair quarreled about their respective support of Democratic presidential candidates Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton.

According to cops, Ortiz, 28, stabbed Sean Shurelds last Thursday night in the kitchen of an Upper Providence Township home. According to a criminal complaint, the 41-year-old Shurelds, an Obama supporter, told Ortiz that the Illinois senator was "trashing" Clinton (apparently in regard to recent primary and caucus results). Ortiz, a Clinton supporter, replied that "Obama was not a realist." While not exactly fighting words, the verbal political tiff led to some mutual choking and punching. And, allegedly, a stabbing in the abdomen.

Ortiz, pictured in this mug shot, was charged with a felony aggravated assault count and two misdemeanors and jailed in lieu of $20,000 bail. Shurelds was flown to Hahnemann University Hospital, where he was admitted in critical condition."

From: The Smoking Gun











Meanwhile, John McCain is storing nuts for winter.

Why does Steven Seagal have an energy drink?   

Especially one called "Asian Experience."

Steven Seagal now can add “Energy Drink formulator” to a list of over speculated talents that include action star/actor, singer/songwriter, guitarist, and Aikido black belt. Maintaining an unrelenting schedule that would tire younger entrepreneurs, the 54-year-old ( because I believe he is a robot within)

Steven Seagal's Lightning Bolt Energy Drink™ is the result of Seagal’s travels in Asia in search of the ingredients believed to keep many locals disease-free for life. Seagal says he discovered the benefits of Asian Cordyceps (one of the most rare and treasured herbs used in Chinese and Tibetan medicine for thousands of years) while researching immune builders in Asia. They promote energy, vitality and longevity. Steven Seagal's Lightning Bolt is all natural with no sugar added. Thank you for being our Asian Liason, cause without you we would never have found "Lightning Bolt" (um said with some sarcasm.)

“I have traveled the world creating this drink; there is none better,” says Seagal, who lived in Tibet and Japan in the 1960s and 1970s while learning Buddhism and martial arts. “I have included in this drink everything I could to strengthen the body.” - Seagul   

Steven Seagal's Lightning Bolt is truly a new generation of Gourmet Energy Drink due to the appealing taste and health benefits. Gourmet being that it only costs $1 @ Wal-Mart

Thank you Mr. Seagal for making me stronger and aiding me in having an "Asian Experience"

Continuation... Gaylord.

Friday:  got to relax most of the day. watched a few movies. McRick made me watch Cat's Eye, an ancient Stephen King novel turned into a movie.  James Woods was in it... the only redeeming factor oh and a very tiny Drew Barrymore.  Then I watched Fight Club... thank god for Chuck P.  oh and Brad Pitt & Jared Leto. prowl.  I had to brush up on my fighting skills... who knows what's gonna happen in the city with these crazy bitches!  but seriously. i'm a pansy...i'd run.  i digress. 

  

That evening we went to see Toby Keith.  Who knew there were so many cuntry fans in Jersey.  We walked into the venue and I felt like I was at Wal-mart in Hanover. It was scary! haha  The evening wasn't as painful as I had imagined.   The Big Dog Daddy puts on a good show and well he's very patriotic. (and probably drive a Fix Or Repair Daily) He's does have nice teeth for a redneck. Lots of RW&B confetti and pyrotechnics. There needs to be a little disclaimer with patriotism...you can support and defend your country...as long as your not gay or have flat feet.  I guarantee I was the only gay out of 17,000 Toby fans, but it's cool.   Then we had to climb Mount Everest to get to the car. We parked on the top of the parking structure, like 8 stories up. boo.   

To the city we headed. We met up with Kass and her friend Jess. They were in the fashion district getting their hair did for like 8 hours.   We hung out there for a few. Got a free drink and free fumes.  It was the closest to gay I got all weekend.   But it was taken away as quickly as it had entered. :(   We then headed to Cafeteria  "amped-up comfort food plus an unquestionably hip Chelsea setting, 24 hours a day."    They sat us in the basement at first. It was filled with stale air and mcbitches, who told us we couldn't sit at the big person table cause we only had four and it was reserved for five.  We were told to sit at these miniature tables like 2 feet high with eggs as chairs... what?   We said nay and went back upstairs for some fresh air and a real table.  The food was good, the service a little subpar, but the waiter was cute. I had fabulous meatloaf sliders and shared mac'n'cheese with McRick. I think we were there til like 3/4? I don't really recall even though i didn't even have a drink. It's amazing how time flies in NYC.   

Saturday: Pub Crawl. We started around 1ish, in the afternoon, at Jack Demsey's, where McRick and I met up again with Kass and Jess aka Tits McGee and Legs McPhee.
Then if I remember correctly we headed to Queens to pub crawl in the Irish section. We hit Donovan's Pub, which supposedly has the #1 rated burger in NY. So we went to try it out.  Not bad...not the best i've ever had, but not bad.  Outside the restaurant we ran into this old man that gave us candy. I was a little nervous cause they say "never take candy from strangers" but he was sweet...so what's the harm.  Then to Saint's & Sinners, which involved us walking in and turning around and back out. It was the least Irish pub out of them all...it was kinda clean and fancy inside. Not our scene. Then we went over to Sean Og Tavern were we hung out for a few. Played some pool, met some Irish and drank some beer.  I tried Guinness for the first time. I'm not a fan. It left this weird taste in the back of my throat.  I really tried, but I only made it a few sips before I gave up.   We met two interesting characters...McBrian and McVinnie.   McBrian and I were apparently best friends. He was quizzing me about my sexuality and then kept apologizing for it. It was fun to listen to him...because he was wasted.   

McBrian and McVinne took us over to Maguires? where I had a Jager-bomb (just one though, I was behaving myself that night) They had a guitar shaped table with a fiddle and banjo inside. It was sweet. After that we headed to  KC Moores? for some karaoke. I'm not a fan of karaoke. I don't really understand the fascination, but it's fun to watch nonetheless.  McRick and I headed out fairly early cause I had to wake up at like 7am to get to York for L&J's tea party the next morning.   

I am decidedly a voyeur. I would much rather people watch than join in.  As McRick said, i'm a Type B, but then again she also said I wasn't presentable. haha.  Really she meant approachable.  Which I know is true, why should I feign that I want to talk to people when I don't. I'm proudly anti-social.   I did have an awesome time this weekend, but then again I was hanging out with three beautiful ladies...all of which were Mcstraightees, but it was a still fantabulous. 

This is Pappy. He is on a Gnome exchange program.  I don't know much about him other then he was living in Brooklyn and now he is currently residing in River Edge NJ with McRick.  He watched me sleep all weekend and apparently he is chiseling something out of stone. Luckly he didn't steal my breath.   

If you wish to learn more please contact the all knowing Wikipedia.com  

Or call 1-800-Go-Gnome.

This was a lot to recap but now "i'm done, i'm done, i'm fucking done!"

Love all over ya!

tR/Fo

currently listening... Flogging Molly :)

NYC Take 2 or How One Should Limit Thyself to 3 Jager-bombs not 6ish.

Where to begin...

       I made my way to Jersey quite easily this time, thanks to Alice my new GPS friend.  McRick and I headed to the city and made it on time for a show. I believe it was our first. We went to see Rufus Wainwright @ Radio City Music Hall. I've never been. RCMH is a beautiful venue and I had a fantabulous time. Sean Lennon was the opener. Even thought John Lennon was his father, he bored me.  He and Rufus did perform Across the Universe together which was beautiful. Rufus sounded amazing as did the hall itself. Unfortunately he did not do one of my favorites "Hallelujah" but he did sing some Judy Garland which made up for that. It was the last show of the tour so it went on forever, which I can't complain about because I was sad to see it end. 

       McRick and I grabbed some pizza which we hurriedly chowed down in a cab ride to Wicked Willy's (i think) it's kind of a blur from there.  We met up with Kassie and um others. McRick couldn't drink cause she just lost half of her wisdom... but she was kind enough to take care of Kass and I. They were doing karaoke and well I was drinking. what i'm not sure but it contained Chambord! so yum. then Kass and I began our Jager-bombs... also yum. They're like liquid crack!  (For those of you who don't know me I am quite the lightweight-a cheap drunk whatever you prefer to call it)  By the end of it all I had 2 or 3 of the sweet but strong Chambord drinks and well 6ish Jagerbombs...  

        McRick kept trying to get me to drink water, while these Irish men kept giving me drinks, which I took til I got to the shot of vodka, I knew I couldn't stomach that one.  I vaguely remember the rest of the events of the evening. I remember a lot of stumbling and nausea.  Kass bitched her way out of McRick's care and went on her way home.  I apparently slept at some random diner for an hour and a half while McRick was having breakfast with Ivan and...and someone else. I was barely alive as you can see by the pic below. 

       We made it home by seven in the am. I was out, but oddly enough I woke around 12 with no hangover. Poor McRick had to work at noon... god bless that girl I don't know how she does it.

 

To be continued...I'm tired of typing  

(please look forward to Toby Keith, Gnomes, Hair Salon Hangouts, and Pub Crawling)

I'm gonna watch Saw IV to see how terrible it actually is...then bed. I'll write more when I'm awake and more witty.

Love all over ya!

tR/Fo

Eat mor chikin...as long as it's not on sunday.

 

It was an unsuspecting sunday afternoon when one miss J craves a chick-fil-a.  We venture out on the windiest day, well...ever, only to be disappointed by this American franchise! Oh Chick-fil-A how dare you tease us with your tasty chicken treats and Polynesian sauce on the holy day.  We were forced to settled for KFC! (and a hard taco for miss L)  This fails in comparison. Miss J and I shared a "chicken snackers meal" only to find out that it was a roll with a lot of shredded brownish green iceberg lettuce and two chicken balls...yes balls. They were the size of a Whopper (the delicious chocolate malt treat, not the artery clogger from Burger King.)!  We left defeated, dirty, and still hungry.  I'm am disappointed, not only by the KFC snackers, but by the idea that Sunday is not a day for chikin.

Here's a little history on the companies religious background:

"Chick-fil-A founder S. Truett Cathy is a devout Southern Baptist who has taught Sunday School for over 44 years and whose religious beliefs permeate the company to this day. The company's official statement of corporate purpose says that the business exists "to glorify God by being a faithful steward of all that is entrusted to us and to have a positive influence on all who come in contact with Chick-fil-A." The chain invests heavily in community services (especially for children and teenagers) and scholarships. Cathy's beliefs are also responsible for one of the chain's distinctive features: All Chick-fil-A locations (company-owned and franchised, whether in a mall or freestanding) are closed on Sundays."

“Our decision to close on Sunday was our way of honoring God and directing our attention to things more important than our business. If it took seven days to make a living with a restaurant, then we needed to be in some other line of work. Through the years, I have never wavered from that position."
—S. Truett Cathy

-thank you to wikipedia for all of the wonderful information it provides.

love all of ya!

tR/Fo