Eat a bowl of dicks 2022 Episode 1

My “Eat a bowl of dicks” award goes out to Alexis Avila from New Mexico.

What did Ms. Avila do to deserve such a pristine award you ask? This ignorant bitch put her newborn in a bag and tossed…TOSSED…it into a garbage can outside. Oh, and let me state that the newborn was alive. She literally grabbed the bag out of the car and chucked it into the garbage, got back in and drove off as if it was just last nights dinner being thrown out.

So this twat waffle had a baby, then tossed it into a trash can because she didn’t know how to use protection or swallow. 6 hours later three people were dumpster diving and heard the baby crying and damn near shit themselves when they opened up that bag. Can you imagine how much of a brain fuck that has to be? Your looking for something of value to dig out of the trash and find a goddamn baby. Can’t get much more valuable than that.

The news keeps saying teen mom. Why? This bitch is 18 years old!! A teen mom to me is 13-17. 18 your an adult. Hell, at 17 you can join the military.

This twat told investigators that she didn’t know she was pregnant and the father was a juvenile. She stated that she panicked when she gave birth. Did you panic when YOU THREW YOUR NEWBORN SON IN THE TRASH???

So, one would think, no bond for this twat. Wrong! “At the time the warrant was signed by the judge and the judge signed a $10,000 unsecured bond appearance bond and at that point she was released about an hour later,” Per kfoxtv.

” In 2006 New Mexico legislature passed a law that gives judges the authority to decide if you are a danger to the community or a high-risk defendant. If the judge decides you are a risk for the community, then they can refuse to allow you to be released on bail and will hold you until your trial. It doesn’t matter if you can pay the bail amount in the statute, the judge will use their discretion to detain you without bond.”-fbdlaw.com So yeah, that judge can eat a bowl of dicks too.

Street justice needs to happen.

Nineteen eighty something.

As I was sitting next to my 3 year old daughter last night, I watched how she skillfully maneuvered her way through all the apps on my phone to find her game. I have trouble finding the app I need and here she is just flying through them.

When i was her age, the year was 1982. Average monthly rent was $320.00, gas was .91cents, a sony 19 inch color tv was $499 and the biggest selling album of all time, Thriller, came out by Michael Jackson. Comparing life for 3 year old me vs 3 year old her is apples to oranges. Cell phone, what’s that? Google? Ours was called the Britannica Encyclopedia. The only app people heard of was applications for a job. Our games where played on a flimsy piece of cardboard while hers is on a 6 by 3 inch phone.

The other day I noticed a book mobile in one of the parking lots. Kids going in and out, with or without a book in hand. Growing up, I visited the book mobile a few times. It parked right outside our apartment building. Now when i say i visited the book mobile, it wasn’t for books. It was to delay the whoopin or what not that i had waiting for me. lol

I laugh because as soon as we walk through the door, my daughter kicks off her shoes and goes looking for the remote like it owes her money. Once she finds it, shes like a damn cable technician, flipping through the channels with ease. The only time i could find the remote growing up was by looking in the mirror. At the time, you had to change the channels with the dial. And god forbid you only had bunny ears cause then you were the remote AND the antenna.

I always wondered why kids of today can’t pass their classes. The information they need is at their finger tips. It’s not like they have to a library and look through the Index to find a book that may or may not have the information you need ripped out of the damn book.

It’s crazy how there are about 2 generations that have no idea how to make a book cover or a paper Fortune Teller. The other thing I find crazy is how these kids need a safe space, or can’t watch or talk about certain events because they might get “triggered”. Really? We watched a damn space shuttle blow up, live on tv. We didn’t get a safe space. We got ready for lunch lol. We were taught how to hid under our desk to shield us from broken flying glass in the event of a bomb being dropped by our friends in the USSR. Now they’re taught how to shield themselves from an active shooter. Kinda fucked up huh.

I’ll write more later, I’m off to bed.

Kyle Rittenhouse doing what the National Guard didn’t.

I want to start this off by saying out hilarious it is that certain people are calling Kyle and the Judge racist. That’s the ignorance that we are seeing being played across the county. How in the holy hell can a white person shoot three white people and be called a racist?

This case has nothing to do with those 3 people getting shot. Stevie Wonder himself could see Kyle was getting attacked before shooting them. This is about gun control and our right to defend ourselves with deadly force. Some have asked “why was he there? If he stayed home, this wouldn’t have happened” So you want to question why this kid was out there trying to render aid and help protect businesses? Well, because our National Guard wasn’t.

Timothy Simpkins, a High School senior is charged with three counts of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. He got pissed after an argument with another student, and shot 4 people. Where’s the national coverage on that? Perhaps it’s due to Timothy being black. Anyways, let’s get back to the racist white kid who shot three white people.

If you put your arm in a lion’s cage and then claim victim when the lion eats it for lunch, then you’re a dumbass. If you play with fire, one would assume that you could get burned, correct? So why the fk are you going to try to attack someone who is walking around with an AR-15?

Kenosha has put the National Guard on notice. Why? Because we raised a generation of spoiled bitches that can’t accept the outcome if it goes against what they think. You’re really going to riot because Kyle killed a convicted child molester who tried to attack him? You’re really going to riot when one of the “victims” said under oath that Kyle only shot him after he pointed his gun at Kyle? Here’s something that will blow your mind, what if they riot just because they are spoiled bitches who know the democratic ran cities wont do shit to them?

If Kyle is found guilty tomorrow (11/15/21) it’s not because he killed 2 people in self defense. It’s because the United States has become one giant pussy that would rather see an innocent person go to prison than to upset the left.

2010 Stanley Cup, the year of sexual assault.

As a life long Blackhawks fan, the joy of watching Jonathan Toews lift the Stanley Cup above his head for the first time since 1961 was awesome. Being able to celebrate with my dad and grandfather gave me lasting memories I’ll never forget. Watching the parade, watching the banner being lifted the next season, going to the Blackhawks Convention, again, memories.

Now, 11 years later, we find out that those awesome memories and celebrations we had, weren’t so great for John Doe, who later turned out to be Kyle Beach. Beach had complained to team leaders back in 2010 that video coach Brad Aldrich sexually assaulted him. Aldrich invited Beach to his apartment for dinner. It was during this time that he sexually assaulted Beach, threating Beach with his place on the team and ruining his hockey career if he didn’t comply.

Beach went to skills coach and team counselor, Jim Gary, confiding in him what had happened. Gary then went to upper management  President John McDonough, Executive Vice President Jay Blunk, Assistant General Manager Kevin Cheveldayoff and head coach Joel Quenneville.

What’s more important, a Cup or handling a sexual assault on a player who is not a team regular. Well, the organization thought the Cup was more important as they swept the allegations under the rug. They allowed Aldrich to continue on the team, get a Stanley Cup ring, celebrate with the team in the parade, all while Beach had to watch the guy who assaulted him, celebrate as if nothing happened.

During the off season, Aldrich was offered the choice of undergoing an investigation into the act, or resign. Of course, Aldrich resigned. Not only was he able to resign, he also received a severance package. Aldrich then went on to Houghton in Michigan. While there, he sexually assaulted a 16 year old member of the hockey team. Aldrich was investigation and was arrested and plead guilty. Once Beach heard about the arrest and what happened, he knew it was time to speak up again.

The Hawks finally did an investigation into the incident and it was found that Beach was telling the truth and upper management failed him. Coach Quenneville, now a coach in Florida, resigned from coaching yesterday. Kevin Cheveldayoff was found to not have knowledge of the incident, or rather not enough to hold him accountable. Stan Bowman was relieved of his duties as general manager.

The Hawks team that brought joy to millions of fans in 2010, has the fans pissed and embarrassed in 2021. Did Toews know? Did Kane? Apparently, there were jokes toward Beach in the locker room about Aldrich being his “boyfriend”. Owner Wirtz has asked the NHL to erase Aldrichs name from the 2010 cup. But, is that enough? Should the NHL strip the Stanley Cup win from the Hawks altogether?

As I’ve stated, I’m a life long Hawks fan. I believe the Hawks fucked up. I believe that they owe Beach a huge payout and an apology on national tv before a home game. If Toews knew about it, like many said he did, do you take away the “C” from someone who was just 22 years old at the time?

I don’t know the answer to any of this. I just know the Hawks organization has a reputation and respect that they have to earn back.

Bobby your dad is here

Back in the 80s I was a young buck in elementary school. I went to a catholic school called JFK and like most catholic schools, it sucked.

Now I’m not going to say I was a terrible student, but I wasn’t the best either. I was hit in the hand with a ruler just once by our Nun, but once was all i needed. School in the 80s were different times. Your parents couldn’t just hop on a computer and see your grades on a portal. Teachers couldn’t email or text your parent about your behaviors or being tardy. Hell, the only way they could get in touch with you or your parents was to call the home phone. Hopefully you were lucky enough to get the phone before they did.

Every night my mom would ask me if I had homework. Nope, no homework today. Really, who wants to do homework or study when you could turn on WGN and watch the Cubs with your dad? We weren’t allowed to do anything when we got home except do homework. Again, for some strange reason, I never had homework.. well, at least i didn’t bring it home. So as I’m sitting watching the Wonder Years, staring at my crush Winnie Cooper, in the back of my young mind all I could think of is the homework that wasn’t at home.

Let’s fast forward to parent teacher conferences. While my dad and mom were talking to my teachers, i was at home waiting to hear the deathly sound of the door unlocking, knowing the ass whoopin that was about to come. And come that ass whoopin sure did. Not only did I get acquainted with my dads belt, foot, hand, Nintendo (yes he got me with a Nintendo lol) but i was also blessed by his presences in school.

“Bobby your dad is here” is what i heard as I was coming out of the cafeteria. And wouldn’t you know it, there was my old man, standing in the doorway at the top of the steps. Now for you young kids, parents were allowed to be in the school to handle their kids in the 80s. We didn’t have a “safe space” like you snowflakes have now. Our “safe space” was close to a friend so when your parent wacked you, they would hit your friend by accident too.

My dad sat next to me in class. You’d think that teacher could recognize the SOS i was coding with the blink of my eyes. Nope, this is the 80s, the teachers taught and parents were parents. Anyways, it came time to turn in our homework. I could say that my dog ate it, but my dad would be there to say we don’t have a fucking dog Bob Jr. So as i frantically look through my desk ( the top lifted up to a 90 degree angle) looking for a paper I knew damn well wasn’t in there, my dads lips began to tighten, as he started to bite his lower lip.

Some of you grew up with your parents death stare, I grew up with tight lips lol. My dad turned my desk top from 90 degrees to 180 degrees lol. It was then I turned into Ralphie from A Christmas Story “oooh fuuuucck”. My dad looked at me, and said “we’ll talk when you get home”. lol The only talking was him saying “move your hands, Bob Jr move your hands” The belt hits different when your hand is involved. I wish I could say i learned my lesson that day, nope, my dad was by my side in class a few times.

Now some today would say that’s child abuse. No, that was the 80s. What i learned, or rather understood later in life is that him sitting next to me all those times and giving me those ass whoopins was because he wanted me to do better because he knew I could do better. And what’s better than tough love?

Yes, he really did hit me with a Nintendo lol

Live and let die

I would say for those of us 35 and older, we knew of Dr Kevorkian. For those That don’t know him, he was a Doctor who assisted people with their suicides. The government didn’t care much for him because at the time it was against the law to assist someone with killing themselves.

I never really understood that. If you’re going to commit suicide, it’s gonna happen. What does it matter if a professional doctor administers chemicals into your body they will let you pass peacefully? Why does the government or anyone for that matter get to say how you go? 

When I think about this I think about the same lines of abortion. There are some people that want it banned. You’re not gonna ban abortion, you’re going to ban the safe way of getting an abortion. I mean we’re not getting rid of wire hangers or bleach anytime soon.

So what is it about allowing someone to pass on their own terms? If they are of sound mind, then why not? No I’m not saying somebody doing it right after they find out their spouse cheated or their child passed or whatever. I’m talking about somebody who is physically or mentally ill who just does not want to continue living that way.

I remember telling my dad that’s if it wasn’t for my daughter, I would probably take the Kurt Cobain route. Am I sad? No. Am I in pain? Yes. But again that’s out of the question because of the love for my daughter. I just think that if someone is in pain or if they have an uncurable disease, then they should be able to end that when they want. And they should be able to do it on their terms, peacefully. Because weather it’s chemicals shot into your veins, or a rope around your neck. You’re going to get the same outcome.