We Don't Like Being Lied To

Because being lied to provides us yet another (& not really needed) excuse to commit mass murder, especially the torture & eventual death of telebision programming executives & those responsible for the telebision listings.

Put yourself in our shoes. After hrs. of following the political horseshit, as well as the other just plain lies that are perpetually shoved down America's throat via the LCD* teat, come 2000 hrs. & we're more than ready not just to turn off our mind, but unplug it from the AC at the wall, stopping even the phantom/vampire electrons bouncing about therein. And what better for that sort of non-activity than:

Imagine, then, the white-hot, blood-red, yada yada rage that built w/in us when, instead of flaking magnetic-oxide images of testosterone/steroid-fueled buffoonery from 20+ yrs. ago, we were confronted w/ soft & fuzzy professional bowling from 20+ yrs. ago:

The winner of the 1987 Kessler Open is Mark Baker, who pocketed US$18,500.00. He'll be at the bar later, he said, & the announcer said he'd bet there'll be a few Kesslers poured. (Honest, no-shit paraphrase. Bottoms up!)

Ah. UWF at 2030. Dr. Death & Cactus Jack, from New York in the '80s. A half hr. of our ever-shortening life we'll never have back. (Another lost 30-min. period: Watching the bowling while typing this.) Still, "Cowboy" Bob Orton, w/ Golden Greek John Tolos as mgr. "Classic" does apply.

*Tee hee.