I have never wanted to Clothesline From Hell someone so badly in my life

Long story short: racial activists barge into busy brunch establishments on a Sunday morning to flash mob protest over the shooting of a black man by local police.

I’ll be honest, this wouldn’t have gotten under my skin if one of the places that were hit up wasn’t a place that I’d recently discovered for myself, enjoyed immensely, and would gladly go back in the future for weekend breakfast.

But it’s shit like this that absolutely baffles me, and wonders if the people who do this kind of protesting are even aware of the people that they’re protesting for?  Are they even aware of the hypocrisy they’re also perpetuating concurrently?

Case in point, this group that protested at all these restaurants this past weekend, they’re protesting over the fact that a black man was shot and killed just days earlier.  Basically declaring the incident as solely an act based on skin color, and that naturally, “black lives matter.”

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Thoughts on WM31’s main event

I would never have expected Wrestlemania’s main event to have been as gripping as it was.  Honestly, I tend to temper my expectations for Wrestlemanias in general, but ultimately, I treat them like I’m watching RAW; skim and glaze through everything, but typically ignore the main event.

For the most part, all of Wrestlemania 31 was pretty formulaic, and nothing was really that big of a surprise.  I would have liked to have seen more Cesaro, Axelmania and Damien Mizdow, and it’s kind of an insult that both the tag team match and the Andre the Giant Battle Royale were put onto the pre-show, but whatever.

I had higher hopes for John Cena vs. Rusev, and was a little disappointed to see that they broke my theorized rule of Wrestlemania, which is needing to hit three finishing maneuvers before the match can be decided.  I didn’t expect much from any other match, be it the Divas, the Intercontinental ladder match, and definitely not Undertaker vs. Bray Wyatt.

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Let’s talk about the word “foreigner”

And no, not the band.  I actually really, really love the band Foreigner.  They’re one of those groups that I’ve heard their music all the time growing up, and mostly in movies, like the Rocky series, but it wasn’t until I was older did I put two and two together, and realize that the band that sang the montage of my life growing up was in fact, Foreigner.  But not thatForeigner, despite the fact that they undoubtedly rule.  I’m talking about the word foreigner, when describing people.

I was standing in line at Starbucks (big surprise), and this girl up and conveniently “meets up” with a friend AKA completely cuts in line.  It’s not really that long of a line, and I’m a pacifist and reluctant to make a confrontation over such a trite matter, so I begrudgingly let it slide.

The girl then begins talking about how she was leaving a particular location, at the same time as a whole lot of what I’m guessing were classmates.  But she didn’t refer to them as classmates, she mentioned how “all the foreigners” left at the same time she did.  I wrinkled my eyebrow at hearing this, as it’s been quite a while since I actually heard someone refer to people from other countries as specifically “foreigners” like this manner.

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I can’t unsee it anymore

I was running on the treadmill, and because the television options at the gym’s cardio equipment are pretty much Keeping Up With the KardashiansThe View, The Black View (AKA “The Real”) and ESPN, I admit that I have ESPN tuned in way more than any human being with a brain really should.

That being said, there was once a day in which I saw Chris Broussard flapping his gums about something; close-captioning was off, and thankfully I had my earbuds attached to my phone instead of the TV, but there’s about a 100% chance it was probably something in regards to race, because Chris Broussard serves zero purpose on ESPN other than to stir up shit by repeatedly utilizing the race card.

But anyway, I’m looking at Chris Broussard this time, and I can’t help but feel like he reminded me of someone.  Someone I’d seen before, that wasn’t Chris Broussard, but looked a tremendous amount like him.

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Programming note

I know my brog has been silent as of late.  This is not lost on me.  I have not given up on writing on a daily basis, I have not been gallivanting with my girlfriend instead, and I am not dead.

My brog is having some technical difficulties lately, and my orange brother is either in like Hawaii or Bratislava or Nicaragua or somewhere, so I’m not going to bother asking him to fix shit until he’s back.  Basically, there’s something about time-stamping and the ability to upload images that’s making me not bother until it’s resolved.

For what it’s worth, I’m still writing daily, and will go on a retroactive posting spree when everything is back to normal.

Breaking Bad talk

Being the bastion of keeping up with current trends and things people are crazy about, I’ve finally watched my way through all of Breaking Bad.

It goes without saying that I will be discussing some things that might be perceived to be spoilers, but I will keep those behind a jump, because I understand that there are plenty of people like me that seldom watch television live, and prefer to watch things in chunks and marathons, even if it means seeing them long after they’re current.

As a whole, the series was in fact, great. A grand wealth of character development, clever and intelligent writing, plot twists that aren’t blatantly obvious, and a general respect for the viewers’ intelligence with how things are presented, and are not always spelled out to be easily predicted.

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What are the point of rules?

Do not enter.  One way.  No left turn.  No U-turn.

Without any hyperbole, I can confidently say that every single time I hop into my car, I watch another driver violate one or more of these laws, and get away with it scot-free.  I ask myself if I could get away with it, and convince myself that I would be the one who gets caught for attempting such blatant disregard for posted laws.  And before I can decide to be a rebel and break the seemingly-inconsequential of inconsequential laws, I’m already headed in the correct, legal direction instead.

Even in Midtown, near where I work, where it’s a veritable maze of detours, where arriving at point B, a block away from point A requires four blocks of driving to circle around closed streets, using detours and congested paths rampant with stupid Georgia Tech students, I opt to take the legal route, because I like to believe that I’m somewhat of a paragon.  Meanwhile, I pull into the parking lot only to witness numerous cars ignore the signs that state DO NOT ENTER and DETOUR and come the route they want to use, and get away with it without any reprimand.

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