It's Just A Game... Right?!

Here's where my gamer blood begins to boil and pixelate. Now that Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 is in stores controversy is in the air with the above mission where you play a CIA operative deep undercover and... you know what just watch it! Once you watch it ask yourselves is it a terrorist simulator showing kids how to become sadist asshole murders or is it just a game? I'm going with the latter

WOW! I Can't Believe I Watched That!!

Today I finally broke down and watched Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Now I made a promise to never lay my eyes on this movie no matter how bad folks are telling me to see it because of how bad it is. Well with nothing on the boob tube and recovering from a sinus infection I decided to view it with my dad since it came with two other movies I was not too happy with but they had some sense of enjoyment in them. So with all the drama and controversy the twin Autobots Mudflap and Skids, who I dubbed as Nigga-Bots, I have to say there is no redeeming value that comes from watching it. Even if you take out the Robo Coons it's just one big explosion orgy that just fell flat. I am a huge Transformers geek and I felt somewhat disgusted with Optimus and the rest of the Autobots. Why did they have to be such a mockery of the real world? I don't need a trash talking Optimus Prime or leg humping robots in disguise. Man the ball was dropped big time on this one and I can care less about how much money it made cause this was a sad attempt to make the franchise bigger and more bad ass. Well guess what, you didn't need to. Oh, and Megan Fox SUCKED!!!!

Pain For Profit?!... Just saying.

Tonight's the night for the masses. By masses I mean the celeb hungry people who've clamored for months to know what really happen that wild and sadistic February night when Chris Brown turned Rihanna into a human punching bag. Now I have mixed views on this situation and to tell you the truth, the big interview is going to a mixed bag of denial, tears and marketing. Marketing you say. Yup, MARKETING. Why now Rihanna? Why choose now of all the times you had to speak up about that night and speak out against domestic violence? Well that's easy, promotion for her new CD which is about drop. Nothing says platinum selling artist like pain, Sad but true.

The Gospel According To Anthony

Ignorance is not bliss. Not even close. We shouldn't enjoy being stupid and not afraid to be informed.

One day just out of the blue, try to do something nice for someone. It's not as hard as you think it is.

To all Americans. If the majority made the choice then swallow the pill and get over it. I did for eight years.

Ladies, if your man hasn't hit his former girlfriends but hit you, problem is you!

To end rascism, you must admit it exist and come to terms with it through discussion. Just cause there's a black president doesn't make it all go away.

Where are the radicals and revolutionaries? This world is in desperate need of you.

Status Quo is a fancy word for a lazy complacent society.

The more we embrace complexity the less we appreciate simplicity. The reverse is proven in our lust for technology.

There is nothing wrong with being different, but it is wrong to knock someone who wants to be different from you.

Random thoughts tend to become specific actions.

It's okay to listen to women. Within all the useless info you will find that golden nugget of knowledge. The same applies for women listening to men.

It is easy to hate. It is also easy to love. But, it is difficult to say She Sells Seashells by the seashore while holding your tongue. Trust me I've done the research.

OH WHEN THE ANOINTED AND CANONIZED BY THE CATHOLIC CHURCH PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL TEAM COME MARCHING IN!

Big Huh?! Well after last night's game against the Falcons of Atlanta, the Holy Gridiron Boys from one the most sinful cities in America has the right to gloat and carry an heir about their latest accomplishment. Now 7-0 it seems that Saints faithful are become what many psychologist would call, "Nutshit Crazy!" Can't blame them. Many of my Facebook comrades blissfully lost their minds last night posting status updates about their health, the sexiness of Drew Brees and my favorite, from a friend who will remain nameless... MARCY, a haiku of accomplishments of the season thus far.

"We devoured a Lion, tamed a Buffalo, landed a Jet, killed a Giant, caught a Dolphin, and we have fried a Bird! Let the record speak for itself...7-0!"

Now I should be happy as a clam and chant "Black & Gold, Super Bowl," but I just want them to get to the playoffs first and then wait for it... WIN THE DAMN SUPER BOWL!!!! I would rather observe cause 27 years of disappointment will do that to person. So to the Saints nation, may your team go all the way and finally get there hands on the Lombardi Trophy. And to my inner child who went to see the Saints beat up the 49ers only to watch Joe Montana and Jerry Rice dismantle them effortlessly, I say at lest you got to see JOE F-ING MONTANA!!!

This Is The Beginning!

Hello internets!

It took awhile and after months of constant procrastination, I finally join the millions of opinionated faceless bloggers that infest this beautiful yet accursed information superhighway... wait do we still call it that? Oh well, I guess I have some catching up to do but rest assured readers I will place you on a ride you will never forget or want to get off of. Ok that last line was crap, so let's just hope I write things that you'll be interested in and will get that squishy thing in your skulls going (gross!). In the words of the great poet Tone Loc, LET'S DO IT!