The quintessential combination of thoughts and praise from the strong willed collection of leisurely gentlemen of the Moose Club. Established in 2002,we have developed 8 years of memories, friendships, and thorough thought trails. What began in the quaint borough of Metuchen, NJ, has now expanded across America. Brace yourself, you may need a chaser..
For those of you readers who have never been to Washington DC, one of their favorite claim-to-fames is the creation of Go-Go music. Typically, youll recognize this music as that black dude who hangs out side the Metro stops, drummin' away on buckets, pots and pans, cowbells, or whatever kind of percussion he can find. All done at an extremely fast pace.
Expanding on this during the 1970s, a drum circle began in Meridian Park/Malcolm X Park in the Northwest quadrant of Washington DC. It is currently the longest running drum circle in the nation. Gathering every sunday from 3-9 pm, drummers are invited to contribute to a rhythm that makes you drum, dance, or just sit in complete enchantment.
Last weekend, not only did I have the opportunity to visit the infamous drum circle, but I actually partook in the experience. Bringing my bass conga at the initial get-go at 3:00 sharp, myself and about 3 others literally started it. "Hosted" by a man named Experience ( an overweight black man wearing a bucket hat, a black kilt, and an american flag sleeve-cut tee) we jammed until the neighborhood rocked and the kids were a dancin'.
As you may have caught, drumming is not the only joy to be offered. Some attend just to feel the groove and dance the hot summer heat away. Ranging from short haired middle aged women to freaky youngens, all type and colors get down to the sound of the beat.
If your every in the neighborhood on those sundays, grab a triangle, a symbol, or a textbook and go bang away. You wont regret it.
(Apologies for the video quality - apparently BlackBerries arent all their talked up to be)
For the delay. I got extremely tired of directing myself to our page and finding a 2 week old post. PSA-we need the help of the entire staff again. Until the horse is re-sattled, here are some great pictures. Silly Donovan McNabb Funny Boner Kid Shaq loves Juice Helpful Help
Bing, bang, boom. That fast. Start college, meaningless testings, blackouts, hookups, bed pisses, public indecency, fights, football games, spring concerts, bank overdrafts, graduation. Cheers to all those who told you "have fun, four years goes by so fast." Man I bet those guys really wish we found them to say, "hey, you were right," just to be one-upped with a good ol' American "Told ya so." Now the easy part. Youre either A: A dickless lizard who is too scared to enter the work world so you entertain the idea of graduate school, Euro-tripping, or living the dream from home OR B: employed.
As of today, the American unemployment rating is 9.9%. So much for roundin' up... In 1976, the year my mother graduated college, the US was looking at a 7.7% rating-not too bad.
With government programs, internships, and entry level jobs, I find all of the hoop-la surrounding the difficulty to get a job now a days to be horse crap. I will be the first to say that I am ecstatic about the fact that I have secured a job starting after graduation, but I am by no means the "elite."
That being said, I feel that recent college graduates are too quick to accept the notion that "things are tough" and that "the current economy" is going to prevent you from getting a job. If anything, employers are looking for hungry graduates, fresh off their finals, and willing and able to work more proficiently for probably far lower wages. Look at this guy:(!)
The moment you start believing that there are no jobs available is the exact time that jobs become unavailable. It is an insult to our generation to go for 4 years, funded by your parents hard labor, only to get your degree and shit the bed. Call it a cry or a PSA, just don't blame it on the economy. Don't fret, don't complain, and don't accept failure. Look at fatty, he's fully aware and has been seeking benefits from a high unemployment rating and he still finds a way to smile!
Thanks to our genius friends on Madison Avenue, we have now possibly the worst marketing idea to hit the streets since Digimon key chains.
In the Spring of 2010, MillerCoors introduced a new concept that they believed would revolutionize the "pour", the "chug" and the "dump beer on your passed our frat buddy". Its called the Vortex Bottle and it has - no way! - specially designed grooves. Supposed to create a more even flow of "that great pilsner taste" as it comes through the corkscrew bottle neck.
A bit like a ribbed Trojan condom, the interior of the bottle has grooves that resemble the barrel of a gun. Yes, thats right. The Miller Vortex bottle took drinking to THAT level.
The idea behind the stupidity is that the beer will actually get caught in what is known as the coriolis effect as gravity forces it to take a downward-centripetal force. This effect can be seen as a toilet bowl flushes or in an elementary classrooms with our favorite two-liter toy. Those things were flippin sweet!
Did MillerCoors actually expect us to chug for more than 3 seconds while spinning our bottle/heads in a circular motion to get maximum velocity? This is beer were talking here! Are we forgetting that the average college student hold onto a bottle of beer for, maybe, ten minutes? C'mon man, lets focus our attention on better things. Really.
I actually had the privilege of trying one of these out. As I purchased the 18-pack of bottle necks, I unintentionally grabbed the one that came equipped with such baggage. No wonder they were so cheap. Myself, as well as three other accomplices were mezmerized as we peered into the innovative neck appearance, all wondering how it would affect our consumption. Not one bit.
I've heard of some dumb ideas - I highly recommend you check them out for an absolute laugh -but I believe this one takes the cake. Clearly, some things are for some people and not others. But this has absolutely no affect on it whatsoever.
If you see a case at the liquor store, pick one up and try it. At least they're cheaper than normal bottlenecks.
So its a week early. Next Wednesday marks everyone's favorite holiday (and birthday)...Cinco De Mayo. Just like all American celebrations, no one cares to figure out why they are celebrating so long as there is plenty of booze and stupid music to bop around to. I have been dually celebrating this day for what will be 22 years, and not one of them did I have any idea why. The holiday commemorates the Mexican army's unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862. Similar to St. Patrick's Day or the Chinese New Year, Cinco De Mayo Cinco de Mayo is observed by many Americans regardless of ethnic origin. I mean cmon, throw on a sombraro and grab a case of Dos Equis and you're just like the rest of em'.
So, basically, after researching the crap out of the holiday....all I got was information on this battle from like 200 years ago(boring!). I decided to find some funny information on Mexico/Mexicans to spice up this post. Here goes:
Q: What do you call a Mexican on a riding lawnmower? A: Promoted
Q: What do you call a Mexican baptism? A: Bean Dip
Q: What do you call a midget Mexican? A: Paragraph (He's too short to be an essay)
108 Million people live in Mexico. The second largest factor of the Mexican economy is American money being sent back. Mexicans love to sleep (siesta)
Way down, South of the border Way down, Mexico way They’re having a big celebration It’s on the 5th of May.
You can hear the castanets, they’re playing. You can hear maracas keep the beat. You can hear the guitars wildly playing. You can watch them dancing in the street.
Oh, Cinco de Mayo. It’s a Mexican holiday. Oh, Cinco de Mayo. It’s the 5th of May.
I, along with the some other 50 million Americans, can successfully say that I experienced G-d's worst punishment - allergies.
Tis the season for Kleenex (with aloe and Vicks of course), Allegra (and other decieftul medications), and noses rendering you looking like Rudolph.
April - May encompasses what many people know (and deteste) as "allergy season". It derives its essence from the numerous blooming perennial flowers. Perennial flowers are flowers that bloom seasonally, yet are a blossom of a resiliant plant, such as a shrub or tree. They bloom, we sneeze, they die off, then they wait a couple of months and repeat.
Fortunately, the American marketing firms have teamed up with the pharmaceutical groups to produce items such as Allegra, Zertec, Claritan, and many other "solutions" to the suffering endured by many. However, how much do these products help?
Here is an allergic reaction in a nutshell:
Allergens are anything that can trigger an alergic reaction in your body. Typically, they are things like foods, pollen, dust mites, etc. These allergens enter your body through any number of ways (inhaliation, indigestion, injection, etc.) and begin latching onto your bodies finitely numbered mast cells. See picture at left. As your body's mast cells attempt to defend against the intruding allergens, it produces an allergic reaction (sneezing, swollen sinus glands, swollen esophagus). So, as your body attempts to regain equilibrium, the side affect are the unwanted symptoms that define allergies as we know them.
Here's where it gets fun: the medicaitons that are produced and prescribed have nothing to do with your body's immune system or mast cells. In fact, the sole purpose of them is to sedate the mast cells natural tendency to defend against intruding allergens. So, these meds are essentially duct-taping the mouth of your body telling you that its being attacked. Real nice, huh??
Anyway, as the globe spins and seasons change, just remember, if you can tough it out for one more season, you may just outgrow those allergies that made you "that kid" in elementary school. I was and I did.
Read on my followers,
Abe Froman, the once allergy-ridden yet still Sausage King of Chicago
Some advertisements claim that America runs on Dunkin'......I think we all know that America runs on fast food. McDonalds vs. Burger King, Hardees vs. Rallys, Jack in the Box vs. Sonic...you name it. While the battle for fattening supremacy continues, it is safe to say that the well being of American society is always the loser. See the below pic.. The battle royale over royale with cheese may finally have come to an end. Introducing the 1380 milligrams of sodium packed DOUBLE DOWN from KFC. This monstrosity contains 540 calories and 32 grams of fat. Take two fat pieces of fried chicken and stuff inside of it bacon, monteray and pepper jack cheeses, and their signature "special fat sauce." The average person burns about 100 calories with every mile they run. 1 Double Down=5.4 miles, just short of a 10k. The recommended level of sodium per day is 1500 milligrams, for a fatass that is. While doing some research on the company website, I found the slogan for the manwich... “Don’t just feed your hunger … crush it!” The only justification of this phenomenon is that KFC could not, and would not, be outdone by any fat factory in the world. How can you defend identity as the "finger lickin' good" chicken palace while offering sandwiches with bread? Bread??? That just would not be realistic. If you want to be a man now-a-days you gots' to be a fatass. Quite frankly, the more I think about it, just being fat is like just being kind of cool. Times are changing, and super-fat is the new age fat.
Well, folks, thats all for now. Just make sure that next time you Double Down you make sure not to bite into your finger. Just because its' finger lickin good doesnt mean its good to lick (or eat) your fingers. Just sayin'
As of Sunday night, the glamorous Master's golf tournament comes to a final close. Phil Mickelson, the 40-year-old, three time Master's winner, and husband to a walking bombshell, walks away with yet another turf-colored green Jacket. Can only imagine the un-disclosed amount of winnings he earned. Sorry Tiger, better luck next year...
The Master's is a tournament one of utmost respect. As one of the highest respected tournaments in golf, the Master's is regarded as the tournament of champions. They are posh, they know it, and they don't give a flying golf ball.
Fun Master's Facts:
The only let Tiger Woods (a semi-African American golfer) play on their all-white course because of prior credentials. Who says racism is dead?
An announcer was once fired from his station for referring to the spectators of the tournamet as the "crowd" and not the "patrons". Seriously?
The color of the fairway matches the victor's jacket color to the mili-pixel. O.C.D. style.
Two of the signers of the Deceleration of Independence are buried in Augusta, Georgia, home of the Master's tournament. The real American dream.
Fred Couple's a top competitor of this years competition, finishing 2 under, has been a major contender since 1984 (only winning once in 1996). Keep on truckin' old man, keep on truckin'.
Golf, once believed to be an acronym for Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden, is now a sport of versatility. With a 16 year Asian old on tour, a few chicks here and there, and even Happy bringing new sings to the game, there is no telling where the sport will go next.
Even Charles Barkley's workin out his kinks, now lets see yours...
As this final day of the month of February comes to an end, we must salute those of our fellow American's that competed vigorously in the 2010 Olympics, especially those American bobsled dudes, they're simply animals.
Next matter of business: as tomorrow is the first day of March, I hope all of you men out there have gotten a head start on your facial display of masculinity, the mustache.
Throughout history, many greats have sported the power bearing mustache such as Ulysses S. Grant, Hulk Hogan, and the Aegis-bearing Zeus. These men, and many more, proudly presented their most proud feature, the mustache. With the creation of and the proud wearers of the Hitler, pushbroom, handlebar, Fu Man Chu, pencil thins, lumberjack, goatee (also accepted: mutton chops, side burns. condemned: soul patches) men have been going strong for centuries, so why can't you?
If you are still in need of convincing before you sprout, feast your eyes on this....
If your lady disapproves, work on your negotiating skills -Martin Luther King Jr. didn't take a minute off.
These flavor savors have been around for millennia (practically since the beginning of man), they have served on some of men's finest across the globe, they makes you look damn sexy and THEY'RE ALL NATURAL!
So lay down your swords (razors) in this fight against Kalvin Klein's ads that tell how a "man" should look and take part in Mustache March, man's public display of masculinity (at least legally).
It always saddens me to have to report unfortunate news. The new "in" natural disaster-the Earthquake-made its' presence known again today. Haiti got its 15 minutes of fame and passed the torch onto the South American Gem of Chili. The list of A-list celebrities who have become interested in earthquakes has grown exponentially, from Bono to Oprah to Benji Madden, you're only cool if you donate to an earthquake fund. Look out for these A-listers to hop onto Chili, leaving poor ol' Haiti with barely D-listers, such as Sinbad, Ryan Goessling and Tom Green I am gonna call it right before it happens. The new HOTT relief fund to endorse is going to be the Hawaii Tsunami Fund. The Chili earthquake has prompted top officials to call an tsunami warning for Hawaii. The earthquake struck at 3:34 a.m. in central Chile. Evacuation alarms sounded at 6 a.m. Saturday in coastal areas in Hawaii, as the region prepares for what federal officials say could be a dangerous, potentially deadly, tsunami to hit the islands in the aftermath of the earthquake. Waves are expected to reach 6-10 feet. HO-LY PINEAPPLES! We're gonna have to move fast. Hopefully Hawaiian native Barack Obama has a fool proof plan to save all of the pineapples. There are boatloads of recipes that call for generous amounts of pineapples-recipes that we can just forget ever existed! I would like to close by bringing attention to all MC Fraternity followers the possibility of a lucrative business plan. We, together, can manufacture, distribute, market, and sell t shirts that read: Comments Greatly Appreciated
After traveling around British Columbia last winter, I realized that Canadians aren't really that bad. Sure, they are too kind, say silly phrases such as "fair enough," and love Celine Dion, but some are actually cool people. For Bones'sake they are the dang host of the world renown Winter Olympics! Statistics show that host countries never make money off of the Olympic games, rather just the honor and prestige that comes along with it. Last night, Canada Women's Hockey won the gold against the U.S. in a 2-0 thriller. Normally I would pay zero attention to women's sports, but a trending topic today is the easy bashing of the Gold medalists. So.Fucking.What. These ladies worked their fannies off to get to this point. Their home city, their sport, their gold medal=their right to celebrate. Gilbert Felli, the IOC’s executive director of the Olympic Games, claims he wasn’t aware of the celebration until informed by an AP reporter.
“If that’s the case, that is not good. It is not what we want to see,” he said. “I don’t think it’s a good promotion of sport values. If they celebrate in the changing room, that’s one thing, but not in public.
“We will investigate what happened. We will talk to the federation and the NOC. We will first find the facts and then act accordingly,” he said.
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Really, big Gil, you didn't see it? They sat for about 20 minutes, center ice, lighting their stogies and pounding Molson. How did you get your job as the executive director of the Olympic Games? Were you really too engulfed in the semi-round of mens curling? Gil, Gil, Gil...
As my reporting continues, I read that the Associated Press reports that, oh, the Canadian (gold medal winning) Women's Hockey team apologized..
"The members of Team Canada apologize if their on-ice celebrations, after fans had left the building, have offended anyone," the statement said. "In the excitement of the moment, the celebration left the confines of our dressing room and shouldn't have. The team regrets that its gold medal celebration may have caused the IOC or COC any embarrassment.
Well, IOC, thanks again for taking the fun out out the 2 weeks 2 long sporting event. Controversy may be the only thing fun about these boring Winter Olympics. All I know is that if-and hopefully when-the U.S. men's hockey team beats the beast out of the Canadian men's hockey team for that luxurious gold medal, we better be well prepared for the celebration of a lifetime. Budweiser, Lady Gaga, and Marlboro reds all night you clown asses.
The MC Fraternity Blog prides itself on the ability to cover an eclectic array of topics. We've seen everything from sports to mustaches to sleep advice. I got the idea for today's post from a conversation I overheard on the Brown Line CTA on my way to class this morning... Girl 1: "He's just been sleeping a lot. I mean, he really doesn't do much else. Monte has been overall, pretty boring" I assumed that the pair was talking about another human, but I was shocked when I heard the revealing news.. Man 1: "Well, Anne, you asked for a frog. Had you asked for a dog or cat, your life may be more entertaining. Frogs really just jump around and make silly noises and give you warts." If I didn't hear the word frog, I may have been inclined to believe they were talking about a colleague, JMB.
So, BOOM, there it is. My topic for Tubular Tuesday. The desire to prove that frogs, although not coined as "man's best friend," can make a fun companion. The often overlooked amphibian has shaped our lives in more ways than one, even if we don't like to admit it. Without further ado, allow me to reintroduce the Frog.
Six Famous Frogs, in no particular order, that have touched us all, metaphorically speaking. 1. kermit the frog-longtime muppet show and sesame street character. all around great guy 2. the frog prince- loser fairy tail frog who turns into a mel gibson look-a-like when he gets kissed 3. slippy toad- character from Nintendo 64's Star Fox. he embodied a boss-like figure 4. frogger- dude plays himself, but he tends not to look both ways. 5. Michael J. Frog- soprano singer from looney tunes. bangerang's favorite. 6.Leap frog- that learning tool for idiots and foreigners
Regardless of how perceive this post-offensive, funny, or sad-just realize that frogs are people too. They try their hardest, they used to watch TRL, and they, too, occasionally find themselves looking at too many Johnsons on Chatroulette.com
The MC Fraternity, conditioned from years of excellence, may have just reached its' pinnacle. The Trifecta: Sunday, February 21, 2010. Not one, not two, Three. Three fuckin blog posts in the same day. That's similar to, say, Jesus coming home, or free Netflix for life.
The Study of the Trifecta:
Horse racing:the formula for this is easy; land the trifecta and see big bucks. The requires you, the compulsive gambler. to predict, in correct order, the horse that will finish first, second, and third.
Politics: this situation refers to an executive of government appointing another elected official to a position and then appoints his successor. in other words, the executive can appoint an elected official to a position, appoint another elected official to the other's previous position, and finally appoint anyone to the second official's spot.
Other sport: basketball, referring to the good ol' three point shot. Refer to Michael Redd. Lacrosse, hockey, or really any scoring of three points/goals. You know what they say, sometimes a hat trick, always a trifecta.
To some, Three is the Magic Numer:
Regardless on your take on the trifectin' three, its' power, today atleast, can't be doubted. There are three wishes, three leprecons, three amigos, three stooges, three muskateers, three little bears, three prince or princesses,three toed sloth, three witches, three weird sisters among others, fuck, even third eye blind.
While yes the title may seem a bit over the top, but come on lets face it....impared vision and skiing...dont mix well. While skiing over the past weekend or so i took it upon myself to take a little look around. Not only had the sport of skiing become a fashion show, but it has become a fashion show that lets the ugly fat girls in. I mean this figuratively of course, nothing is sexier than a snow bunny and her matching outfit and a man that is way below her standards obviously not her boyfriend but a friend that figures he can use his edge....haha.....in skiing to prove that he is up to her standards because he has mastered this skill of skiing.....but i digest.....When going skiing there are certain rules that one should abide by, and if you have ever been skiing you know those that i am talking about....here are my version of the skiing rules that our yellow friends from across the pond have such a hard time with.
a#1: Be sure to remove your skis before entering the bar or hot tub...sharp edges and drunk ppl along with bare skin can be quite dangerous
b#2: Don't eat yellow snow.....i know...but they are asian they do some wacky shit
c#3: Falling is always appropriate.....IF you take someone down with you.....more points for more people
D#4: Those that are novice skiers...e.g. "pizza pieing" down a black diamond.....can be considered a hostile entity and should be treated with the upmost caution....even a ski pole to the back of the head is acceptable.
E#5: Just because she has a nice pair of goggles and blonde pigtails coming out of her hat means nothing in terms of how hot she could be....common trick by the skinny ugly women.....see revious mention about fat and ugly.
F#6: Making sure to be as loud as possible and seem like your having the most fun really shows you the people who are misserable on the mountain....for instance the family with 3 little children all of which they put at the top of a diamond and you have taken the chair lift 4 times and seen the two parents and their 3 children in the same spot on a trail all the while heckeling saying "should have listened to the kids that said they would be happy with chuckie cheese"
G#6: While this may be something that goes for almost any situation....groin injuries are even funnier when skiing.......click here for some proof.
So when you go skiing this season, or what is left of it, just remember these simple rules and you will have a gaggle of fun.
If you have a TV and/or a social life, you've most certainly heard about the worlds beloved golfer, Tiger Woods, and his recent sexual and marital escapades. In November of 2009, his pristine reputation, life, and pretty face, were all soiled as his sexual affairs became uncovered in the press and face became covered in bandages.
Tiger woods, husband to Elin Nordegren, had been having multiple affairs with various sexual partners (all the way down to the pretty little cocktail servers) and been getting away with it...until Elin found out, beat him up, and left him for dead in the middle of their quiet neighborhood street. Tough love.
You really have some explaining to do if you feel the desire to cheat on this hideous monster.
To better his "case", Tiger appeared on public television to express his thoughts and feelings regarding the incident via a prepared statement (included below).
Covered by everything from mid-day ESPN coverage to an interuption in CNBC's Squawk on the Street, Tiger effectively took the spotlight as he publicly acknowledged and apologized for his crude behavior.
The thing that grinds many gears like my own is the fact that nowadays, thanks to ESPN's revolutionary round-the-clock coverage of the sports world, is that no longer will the lives of athletes and their performances be separated. From Mike Tyson (a colleague favorite) to Barry Bonds, the lives of our idolized pin-ups will never be free from illustrative exploitation.
My favorite example of a proper lesson taught to the media was when San Francisco pitcher, Tim Lincecum, was pulled over in the Bay Area and, after a thorough search, arrested for possession of marijuana and paraphernalia. Best part: this baseball-whipping, chronic smoking, lock-flowing, San Franciscan boy didn't give a rats tail. He publicly confessed, paid his fines, and continued on with his career/extracurricular hobbies.
I can only hope that these type of stand-up citizens can help set the stage for some of the other, less ballsy, athletes; the ones who have to hide behind closed doors or dark garments only give the media something to thrive off. What would you prefer: a publicly demanded apology followed by years of shame, or a relatively small fine and a implicit FU to our favorite, The American Press?
Not much pisses me off more than fat people, but the fact that they get their own day really puts the high calorie icing on the already high calorie cake. So we find ourselves at the culmination of Mardi Gras, which is actually French for Fat Tuesday. But my question remains: why is this carnival celebration, which thousands of people all across the world enjoy, dedicated to fat people? Here is where I begin my research, primarily focused o the United States' celebratory version: Mardi Gras arrived in North America as a French Catholic tradition with the Le Moyne brothers, Pierre Le Moyne and Jean-Baptiste Le Moyne , in the late 17th century, when King Louis XIV sent the pair to defend France's claim on the territory of Louisiane, which included what are now the U.S. states of Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana. America, which is 66% overweight or obese, calculates body fat using the BMI scale. The top(fattest) states just happen to be... 1. Mississippi: 30.3% 2. West Virginia: 30.1% 3. Louisiana: 30% 4. South Carolina: 28.5% 5. Alabama: 28.1% Ok, so King Louis XIV sent his minions to the fatass states to defend the French territory. Now we're getting somewhere... In 1723, the capital of Louisiana was moved to New Orleans, founded in 1718. New Orleans gained the nickname, "The Big Easy," which, ironically enough, is the name of a locally craved sandwich, which also goes by the name "The Muffaletta." This manmade god-like creation has, according to FoodTV's Bobby Flay, 952 calories and 54 grams of fat, per serving, which is roughly 83% of your suggested daily intake (based on a 2,000 calorie diet).
So here we are at a final conclusion. As Americans, we like to turn a cold shoulder toward the dark realizations of internal issues. Obesity is one that is shortening our life span, positioning us as the butt of jokes, damaging the self esteem of our children, and jacking up our health care costs to compensate for those who are "just too tired" to go for a goddarn walk or 2.
Not only do we not realize, we celebrate. So, fellow Americans, enjoy your fatass Tuesday. Go celebrate the demise of our once beloved nation and head to a local sandwich shop to have their version of "heart attack on sicilian bread." But me, Ill be waiting in the wings for my favorite holiday; Mentally Retarded Friday. Shalom!
Today is the 20 year anniversary of the Buster Douglas/Tyson superbrawl He was the most feared person in all of the years for 15+ years. To many, he still is. To most, he is just bat-shit crazy. Iron Mike, Kid dynomite, the baddest man in the land, the knockout kid, or simply Tyson. All of his names are synonomous with knockouts, facial tattoos, rape, and appendage biting. Regardless, he was an influencial man in not only sports, but all facets of the American world. Tyson derived from the Bed-Sty neighborhood of Brooklyn. His pops abandoned him and his family when Mike was 2. By the age of 13, Mike was arrested 38 times. Mike spent his early years at the Tryon School for Boys in upstate New York, a controversial "learning" facility recently featured in NY Mag. He was discovered by a teacher there who was amazed by his strong fighting skills. He bounced around different training facilities and ended up making the US Junior Olympic team, where he still holds a record-quickest knockout, 8 seconds. His professional career quickly took off. Iron Mike won his first 26 of 28 fights by knockout.
At the age of 20, Tyson became the youngest ever to win the WBC heavyweight title. He experienced 3 years of immense success, which ultimately lead to his controversies outside of the ring. His divorce to then-wife Robin Givens, contract disputes with Don King, firing of his longime trainer Kevin Rooney all contributed. 1990 marked his loss of the undisputed heavy weight title to Buster Douglass. Tyson was arrested in 1991 for alleged rape of an 18yr old (girl).Tyson didnt fight again until 1995.
Tyson tried to resurrect his career by agreeing to fight another comeback kid, Evander Holyfield. The first bout, which Tyson was the great favorite, led to a Holyfield win, by TKO, in the 11th. Tyson agreed to fight Holyfield again in 1997. The purse was a then-record, Tyson receiving $30 mil and Holyfield receiving $35 mil. We all know what happened, the "bite fight." Tyson agreed to fight Lennox Lewis, another attempt to regain the heavyweight title, but a brawl between the two that occured during a press conference put any chances to rest. Tyson's career was officially over. He committed himself to missionary work, pigeon tending, a stunt with the WWF, and recreating his "failure of a life." However, bankruptcy and a felony DUI kept Tyson from ever becoming an upstanding citizen. Coined by many as the "greatest boxer of all time," Tyson's uneducated childhood, paired with media stardom and the popular demand for his succees, led to his immaculate failure. For what its worth, Tyson is still a champion in my eyes, even if just for comedic value.
Allow this to be the first of many profiles. Many of you may not be aware of Steve Berg's expertise. He began his illustrious acting career by appearing on a short lived TV show called "Ronnie." His most recognized appearance on Ronnie came during a season 1 episode, "Who let the Nate Dog Out?"
Year of the Dog, Zoey 101, Las Vegas, Ghost Whisperer, and Gentlemen Bronco are all TV shows that Berg may have made an appearance on, according to IMBD. If those tv shows actually exist is the real question.
All of his cameos consisted of characters described as "Groupie, "Beer-Guzzling Guy," and "Delivery Man." Mr. Berg's current career consists of his vocals in the band Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog. These three videos, which brought me to loving Berg, need to be shared with the world. If there is anything that would encourage me to order a nice tall Mike's Hard, it is the genius of the Berganator.
In recent news, the island shared by Haiti and the Dominican Republic was struck with a devastating earthquake living the Haiti in a state of chaos. Looting and rioting are only a few of the byproducts created by this natural disaster. The United States, acting as a global Mother Teresa, has once again lent a hand to those in need. At times of absolute desire, any help is needed. Our prayers are with the victims and their families.
As always, the United States has acted in it's natural paternal role and sent much relief to the Haitian families affected by the earthquake. Whether out of need for to bolster the public perception or to actually allocate Federal funds to projects believed to promote "democracy", the United States has begun our stream of support. Is this actually the most humane solution? Do we really need to see devastating natural disasters before we can really label something as fucked? Are we the ones who should even be lending a helping hand when we have disasters of our own?
Anyone observing places like South Central Los Angeles, the Bronx borough of New York City, or Chicago's South Side can vouch that they are not the most ideal living atmospheres. With visibly high crime rates, low-income housing units, and lack of proper Public Benevolence forces, these areas are the unfortunate result of mishandled urban maintenance.
That being noted, are we really so perfect that we can export aid when we can hardly change the problems that plague our own soil? Haiti is currently most burdened with riots that have arisen from a lack of proper law enforcment. The Haitian government, although fully acknowledging the fact, are not able to provide adequate resources. This is exactly where the U.S Federal, State, and Local governments stand on the high crime sections of America, except in American 'able' is the word of focus.
Our news media plays a crucial role in the grand scheme of things. In a recent NFL playoff game, select Haitian members of the New Orleans Saints publicaly broadcasted ways in which fans can provide aid to Haiti and be rewarded with NFL memorabilia. That's what American's need? are we really that manipulative? Our own streets are run with problems of our own, but Pierson Prioleau will send you an autograph if you text HAITI to 99899.
"Open your own eyes, Look within, Are you satisfied with the life your living?"
(A quote from Bob Marley's song Redemption Song, but also a creed that President Obabma ought to recognize)
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