Rapper Freddy Gibbs vs. TSA : Who's the bigger idiot'?

The following is a rant. This story is not really what my blog is all about, but it's my blog so let the rant begin.  I'm so tired of reading stories about celebrities who smoke pot and are so narcisstically (not sure if that's a word) open about it. They act like they're untouchable. They mock the law and give the perennial finger to any type of rule or authority.  You would hope that when authority has the chance to knock these jerks down a couple of pegs they would take it, but once again the get overs get over again. In this unbelievable scenario, rapper Freddy Gibbs (who?) decided to pack his bags for a trip and include a nice fat bag of Chronic. Why worry when you're Freddy Gibbs right? :) What kills me is that he was proved right!

How is it possible that the people we depend on to do the right things and keep us reasonably safe while we travel, could look through this idiots baggage, find drugs, and instead of immediately stopping the plane and escorting Mr. Gibbs to a very unpleasant cavity search, instead writes a small note that read 'Cmon' Son and left it in the rappers bag along with the God damn pot! WTF!

That in itself is just plain stupid, but not to be out done, here comes Freddy. I'll see your stupid and raise you unbelievable narcissistic personality disorder. You figure that if that happened to you, you would light your blunt, count your blessings and move on. But no, this guy posts the story on Twitter and even shows a picture of the note along with the pot! Really? Once again the "whatcha gonna do to me" attitude raises its big ugly head and I'm sure nothing will be done. Maybe I'm just jealous because I know that if this happened to me or anyone else reading this blog, unless your Freddy Gibbs, Snoop Dog, Montel Williams, Willie Nelson, Woody Harrelson, etc.., you could queue the sound track to Midnight Express cause we'd be going to jail quicker that you can roll a joint.

Misery Really Loves Company welcomes all the folks who mostly follow the rules, but can never get away with stuff like this. Listen folks, I'm all about the legalization of marijuana, lord knows I've had my share, but until that day comes we all have to have some common sense, C'mon Son! These holier-than-thou idiots must be stopped by the people we employ with our tax dollars. Stop the madness.

As for the TSA, this is not the first time I hear about notes being left in bags. In one instance, a TSA agent left a note in a women's bag that read, "Get your freak on girl", after finding a sex toy in a bag. Who the hell are these people. Do your job and stop leaving love notes! The TSA has run it's course. I'm sure there are good agents that take their job seriously, but all its become is a place for gropers and voyeurs to get their kicks. 9/11 changed airport security forever, but this is just a joke. I'm sure anyone that has been in an airport recently would agree that something else needs to be figured out.

Again, sorry about the rant, but I have to call it like I see it.

Santini Claus kills Rudolph!

It's a cold crisp night. The glow of the moon creates a magical sparkle off the freshly fallen snow. A slight crunch can be heard in the distance as a reindeer curiously makes its way from the thick brush to the edge of a slightly frozen brook. The deer cautiously approaches the running stream, lowers its head and ever so slightly dips its lips into the water for a drink. Suddenly a noise alerts the deer as it quickly raises its head and stands perfectly still. After several minutes the deer relaxes and confidently starts to walk away along a moon lit path. Without warning a leopard lunges from its hiding spot and grabs a hold of the deers neck, snapping it and killing it instantly. Merry Christmas everyone!

Misery Really Loves Company welcomes Jorge Santini, the mayor of San Juan, Puerto Rico, who woke up yesterday morning and wanted to crawl under a rock after one of the weirdest family Christmas portraits ever taken made its way through the internet faster than a pack of wolves ripping through the carcass of baby seal. Welcome to the new world Jorge, where the eye in the sky is always watching and instantly posting to Yahoo, Facebook & Twitter. Never has one photo haunted children so, as visions of sugar plums have been replaced by a punctured jugular. Good luck with your re-election.

Does size really matter, that much???

Before I die I want to know what it feels like to be Ron Jeremy. Not! Whether it's your obsession with making a good impression on the cashier at CVS by putting down a pack of Magnums on the counter or your girlfriends constant whining about your size, it is NEVER a good idea to allow just anyone to play Nip/Tuck on your privates.

Misery Really Loves Company welcomes Kasia Rivera for attempting to make her fantasy a reality by injected silicon into her boyfriends, yeah, you guess it. OUCH! Now her boyfriend is dead and she gets to have an affair with Large Marge and the big salami she had sneaked in by Pete the corrupt corrections officer. Mission completed.

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Sleeping Air Traffic Controllers

It's funny when you're trying to watch a movie with your spouse, she/he are clearly sleeping but when you catch them they always say they are not sleeping and sometimes even try to explain what is actually happening in the movie, that's even more funny. It's funny when you are at work and you catch one of your fellow employee's falling asleep during a boring meeting. But it's a whole other thing when the people you depend on to make your airline travel as safe as possible continue to get caught taking naps or even watching movies.  This is unreal and unacceptable.  It's bad enough that air travelers have been asked to give, give and give some more when it comes to the pricing and experience of airline travel, but now we have to worry that the guy that is responsible for helping my plane not crash into another one is either sleeping or watching his favorite episode of 24 instead of keeping an eye and ear out in the sky's

Misery Really Loves Company welcomes all the exhausted air traffic controllers that have not heard of a wonderful product called 5 Hour Energy.  In this particular story a not so bright controller left his microphone on while he was watching a DVD on his laptop.  So while pilots are asking for instruction all they get is an earful of Samuel L. Jackson doing what he does best. Guy's, your killing me here.  I'm all for catching a nap on the job, God knows I have done it several times, but I was monitoring cell site towers not PLANES!  Get a grip fella's and stop playing around with our lives.

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Applebee's serves toddlers!

Forget the kid's meals at Applebee's. An Applebee's restaurant in Michigan might have uncovered something special.  Did you know small children could get wasted on margarita mix?  I didn't, but I might stock up on the stuff if it allows me some peace and quiet. As a father of a rumbustious three year old I have always joked about giving my son a little something in his sippy cup to keep him quiet, at least until dinner is over. Thanks to Applebee's I might have found the right stuff.

But in all seriousness, how the hell does this happen?  Hopefully this was really an oversight and not some jerk playing a joke.  I'll make sure to keep tabs on this one and if someone is found out they will be showcased here, because believe me they will be MISERABLE!

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Bad day. Bad haircut

Have you ever walked into a barber shop and left unhappy?  I have, several times, but this one takes the cake.  This poor bastard was in the middle of getting his hair cut when one of his enemies walked into the shop to confront him.  He got spooked, jumped out of chair, picked up a pair of scissors and stabbed his would be attacker in the back. He forgot one thing. He was mid haircut when this happened.

Misery Really Loves Company welcomes David Davis, who started his morning thinking about a new do and ended his day looking like Dr. J after a lawn mowing accident.

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Is that a hood ornament or my wife?

Have you ever tried to stop a loved one from driving under the influence by laying on top the hood of their car?  I'm happy to say I haven't been in that position, but if I was I know one thing, I wouldn't want to still be there when that person decided to take off anyway!  This poor woman was just trying to save her husbands life because he decided he wanted to go for a joy ride while on meth.  The one thing I know about meth heads, actually, I don't know a thing about meth heads, but I can imagine it might not be a good idea to stand in the way of someone that's hallucinating that you're a hungry zombie. This guy actually drove 40 miles at speeds topping 100 mph with his wife hanging onto his cars windshield wipers. That's crazy! Talk about needing a change of underwear.

Misery Really Loves Company welcomes Mrs. Christopher Carroll, who tried to do the right thing, but ended up knowing what a hood ornament feels like when its traveling 100 mph! Damn I wish I had video of this.

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