Love Letters

I keep hearing that 2012 is the year the world ends. That said, let's check in with the frontrunner thus far in the republican ticket for the presidential election:



Please, oh PLEASE give me a Trump/Palin 2012 ticket! Dear republicans, if you want to convince the world that you REALLY don't give a shit about who's in the White House, as long as it's not a black guy, THIS is your best shot. Might I also make a suggestion: Secretary of Defense....CHARLIE SHEEN!-Love, Blaine.

Seriously, though, has Trump lost it? I know he's getting old (yet, his hair doesn't seem to age at all...), and senility is to be expected, but can ONE member of his family or "posse" PLEASE step up and tell him he's off his rocker??? I realize you'll probably lose your inheritance...if that's the case, I'll pay you to be my butler. And I'll pay you in love. Meanwhile, President Obama seems to be frustrated...if you believe the last part of THIS reporter's story:



Dear humble reporter, when the President asks that you please let him finish, how about you not act like a dick at the end of your story and badmouth the guy? It was a polite request that didn't interrupt your interview...and it even suggested that you'd be invited back again. That's like going to a house party and getting drunk off your ass. You have a great time, the host is tolerable...but you keep breaking his good china. So on your way out, he thanks you for coming and asks you next time to maybe not drink so much. Don't be a dick about it and tell your friends later that the host wouldn't stop in lecturing you about your drinking problem. Accept it and try to improve your behavior next time. Also, I'm disinviting you from the Thinking Hard 200th Blog Party. -Love, Blaine.

While I'm on the subject of drinking in clearly inappropriate places, let's take a trip to Springfield, Massachusetts. A TV anchor was invited to speak to a room full of adults and students about stopping bullying. It was a fundraiser honoring an 11-year-old boy who hanged himself after being bullied at school. A noble opportunity for a member of the media to become more highly-regarded and chance to teach the youth of the world something important...until people HEARD him speak. He spent some of the speech slurring his words (tip: "bully" only has two Ls, not twenty) and later admitted he'd been drinking beforehand. His station later told him there were two options: quit or be fired. He resigned. "Rememmmber kisss...don't buddy udder kisssss."

Hey, anybody see those deadly storms that ripped through the east coast last weekend? Yeah, those were intense. I don't think there was a single local TV station that DIDN'T break into local programming to warn viewers to get in their basements. HOWEVER...every time that happens, there are always a few assholes who will call or email the stations because they're upset that the life-saving information interrupted their treasured programming. This blog by WJLA in Washington, D.C., expresses that outrage better than I can...and uses some actual comments from actually stupid viewers. See, they were upset that a rerun of "Jeopardy!" was knocked off the air for tornado warning coverage. It never fails...I've taken those calls when the meteorologists take the air to try to save people's lives. And I'm not even directly impacted by the D.C. viewer complaints, but it still pisses me off that there are so many people out there who care more about television programs than other peoples' lives. Dear angry viewers-- fuck off. Go ahead and turn to another channel. Oh, wait, that's right, you can't...because EVERY OTHER LOCAL STATION IS DOING THE SAME THING! SO YOU SIT THERE AND DEAL WITH IT AND PICK UP A DAMN BOOK IF YOU'RE UNHAPPY! Also, you SUCK at "Jeopardy!" -Love, Blaine

And let's wrap this all up with a message of love from James H. to a reporter covering a Charlie Sheen appearance...



Dear reporter, you've got a little somthing...um...right about...no, that's not it...it's right...uh...y'know, never mind.-Love, James.

-B-