
Danny breaks down the debate, explains if radio contests are rigged and why he hasn’t dated in almost five years.
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Danny breaks down the debate, explains if radio contests are rigged and why he hasn’t dated in almost five years.

So I’m sitting here watching the chaos in Charlotte, North Carolina and I think I have it figured out. Don’t judge the many by the actions of a few. I understand the frustration that people have regarding excessive force but black cop shooting black guy doesn’t equate to “beat the shit out of white people.”
Did the cop use excessive force? I don’t know I wasn’t there. Will an investigation determine who was at fault? I don’t know as I don’t fully trust “investigations.” What I do know is this: there are two kinds of people in this world, good and bad. The conversation should start and end there. Apply that belief to any situation and it takes race and ethnicity out of the conversation. Is there racism in our society? Yes. It’s permeated by those that are bad. Is there corruption in law enforcement in this country? Yes. Again these would be the bad people. See how easy this is? Let’s continue. Is there corruption in any business in this country? Yes. Once again my theory applies.
This should not be about race this should be about stopping the bad and promoting the good. If something bad happens and you react in a bad way then you become part of the problem and not the solution. We all have experienced frustration. When we let frustration turn into anger we usually make bad decisions and we then become part of the bad. Bad also affects the credibility of your cause. If you want to fight the bad then you need to be part of the good otherwise your desired solution is clouded by your bad reaction.
The sun will go down tonight in Charlotte and people will have the chance to make a decision. Will it be bad or good? Only time will tell but at this point I think we are moving backward instead of forward; and that’s very bad.

Today I am very emotional and very lucky. My life has changed because of what happened a year ago today. Click below to find out what that was and we do our usual silly stuff as well.

If you listen to my podcast, and I hope you do because I have adopted a chimpanzee named Bongo that needs to eat, then you know my mission statement is: “85% of the world is stupid, welcome to the 15%.” As I continue on my journey of life I actually believe I may have underestimated that figure as I am constantly confused on a daily basis. Could someone please explain to me some of the following observations and questions that hound me?
These are just some of the questions that roar through my mind and perhaps the reason why I need to take pills on a daily basis and never expect to find a Mensa member at the bus station.


When I was a kid (some will argue that I still am) I looked forward to going on class field trips. You would miss a half a day of school; get to take along a sack lunch filled with junk food and fight to sit in the back seat of the bus. In elementary school it was fun to sit in the back seat of the bus and make faces at cars that stopped behind you at a red light. In high school those that sat in the back seat usually smoked Marlboro Reds, carried knives and now are either working as bouncers or have been featured on episodes of “The First 48.”
Most field trips were educational and served a purpose. We went to the Natural History Museum, the local fire department, the zoo and the art museum. I’m not saying that being in fifth grade and looking at a Monet was exhilarating but it got me out of playing crab soccer and trying to climb the rope in gym class so I’ll gladly take the former.
There was one field trip, however, that both traumatized and confused me as to what the intended purpose was supposed to be. One day my fourth grade class piled into the yellow school buses for our trip to the Strongsville Pumping Station. If you are confused about what a pumping station is and what purpose it serves allow me to enlighten you. Sewer pumping stations (also called lift stations) are used to move wastewater to higher elevations in order allow transport by gravity flow. Sewage is fed into and stored in a sealed underground pit, commonly known as a wet well. In common speak we ventured to the spot where all the shit water from the city comes together.
I remember descending down a spiral staircase with my classmates until we were probably five stories beneath street level. There we were able to view the raw sewage flowing like we were stuck in a tropical storm in a Third World Country. My conscious mind is still scarred with the indelible tattoo of seeing cigarette butts, toilet paper, turds that looked like Lincoln Logs and a red rubber ball. Not exactly a Kodak moment or a suggested tourist attraction (although it does parallel a visit to your local water park).
Looking back I did learn two things from our field trip that day. People in my hometown don’t chew their food and I understand the need and popularity of bottled water.

Danny rips into Kanye West, talks about the idiots in Palm Beach County running for office, Facebook Freakshows and more. Just click below to listen.

One of the things I have learned in life (besides not asking for a phone number at last call) is that your first reaction is not necessarily the right reaction. Colin Kaepernick is a quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers and he is the talk of the country this morning. It’s not because of what he did on the football field it’s because of what he did, or actually didn’t do, off the football field.
On Friday night he sat on the bench and refused to stand for the National Anthem prior to the game against the Green Bay Packers. My initial reaction was one of outrage as I believe, or have been conditioned, to stand, place my hand over my heart and remove my cap when the aforementioned anthem is played. Kaepernick refused to stand and he makes millions of dollars playing a “game” in a country of freedom. What was his reason behind this refusal? “I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color,” Kaepernick told NFL Media in an exclusive interview after the game. “To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder.” Hmmmm. My initial reaction was “what a dick.” (Trent Richardson, former Browns first round pick does the same thing but it’s at his house, on the couch with 15 family members running around like bulls in Mexico but that’s because he sucks and can’t find a team that wants him to put on a helmet).
After I thought about it (translation: Having a martini and trolling on Plenty of Fish) I realize the very fact that he can do what he did is what this country was built upon. Freedom of speech. Do I agree? No. That’s not the point. We can’t let our hearts rule our mind. We need to concentrate on the first Amendment to our Constitution. If you are like me then you never paid attention in American History and instead looked at the blossoming breasts of your fellow female classmates (am I being TOO honest?). Let me refresh your mammary: Freedom of speech is the right to communicate one’s opinions and ideas without fear of government retaliation or censorship.
Although I do not agree with his decision I have to respect his right to do so. The irony is that many Americans have fought, and given their lives, for his right to sit on his ass during the playing of our National Anthem. Football players are tough. I challenge Mr. Kaepernick to do this in front of a veteran as I believe those are our true heroes and their dedication and sacrifice has nothing to do with three hours on sixteen Sundays out of the year.