My hotel doesn’t have WiFi. And I’ll be at the courses all day Friday-Sunday. I’ll try to check back in tomorrow night. I’ll try to post some pictures and a recap of the tournament each night.
But the life—and now the death—of Terri Schiavo has affected me. More accurately it has hurt me. Deeply.
Which brings up some interesting questions: Who has the rights of surrogacy for the Pope? He’s not married, has no children…
Does the Pope have a living will? Does it specify that he does not want to be starved to death?
Lane was arrested because he appeared drunk and refused to consent to a sobriety test, he said. Murray, who personally investigated the case, said it is standard procedure to request a sobriety test when there is an indication of public drunkenness.
Two of the biggest Disc Golf events of the year are taking place this weekend: the Texas Women’s Championship and the Bowling Green Amateur Championships. You should be at one of them.
Citizen Smash smashes chicken-shit deserter Pablo Paredes in one of the best “I told you so…” rants you’ll ever read.
Well, today, one of Villareal’s ‘fellow gang members’—Jose Medellin—who helped to rape and murder those two young girls, is looking to have his death sentence commuted. Not because of his innocence. Nobody, not even Medellin, claims he’s innocent of the crimes he’s sitting on death row for. Medellin’s biggest mistake was not being under the age of 18 when he committed rape and murder.
How do you get to a point of such evil that you can bind another person, tie them to the bumper of your truck, and then drag them nearly to death?
I think that your justice system should have the flexibility and the sense to understand the difference in these two men and the crimes they have committed.
In fact, this entire weekend was an exercise in enjoy free time. I spent time with great friends, watching basketball, playing disc golf in the park, taking my wife out on Saturday night to watch a good friend’s band play at a funky little bar downtown
Just wondering what the odds are that Jodie Centonze, Michael Schiavo’s fiance, has a very specific living will already drawn up?
Something to the effect of, “Just in case, don’t you dare let this son of a bitch starve me to death, too.”
A day of disc golf, beer and BBQ, horeshoes and washers, and culminating with two games of top-notch NCAA basketball action. Sounds like a helluva day to me.
It’s one of the pardoxes of blogging: you might get next to zero responses and almost zero hits on a post that you think is a pure work of genius. Meanwhile, you lightheartedly post about the editor of a nudie magazine getting fired for something as ridiculous as her political affiliation…and WHAM…watch the hit counter spin.
When I was a college kid, I sold books door-to-door one summer. Worst. Job. Ever. So you might think that I have sympathy for door-to-door salesman, regardless of what they’re pitching—be it books, magazine subscriptions, salvation, or politics.
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