This is what Axl Rose looks like today. We have audio of him singing lead for AC/DC right at the beginning of the podcast and a lot of politically incorrect comments that you expect from DANNYLAND! Just click below to listen.
Trump wants to raise the dead, Kobe Bryant says good-bye and more evidence why commercial radio doesn’t have the stones to put me on and let me loose (I am not wearing an ankle bracelet either).
This is what I look like 21 days after legally being declared dead. Doctors have no explanation why I made it through but I know there is soooooo much more than this. My freaking mind is exploding and is non-stop. I think you will hear the difference in my podcast. I hope you all are well and know that there isn’t anything put in the path of your life that you cannot overcome. Cherish your family and your friends. Now…..just click below for the truth. If ya don’t agree then let me have it. Political Correctness is a waste of time for all of us. Thank you for listening and have a great day.
The Oscar nominations were announced this morning. I have OCD so I don’t watch a lot of movies because I can’t sit still so it really wasn’t a big deal to me until the media started fanning the flames of racism. For only the second time in nearly two decades, the 20 Academy Awards acting nominations went to a group made up entirely of white actors and actresses. Why even report that?
Here’s how I see it. There are two types of people in this world: good and bad. There are different types of religions for you to choose to follow and what you choose to believe does not really matter….it’s what you DO that makes you either good or bad.
What if the roles were reversed and all the acting nominees were black? I couldn’t care less. To me that would mean that those were the best acting performances of the year. Why does color have to come into it? We will never get past racism until we look beyond the color of someone’s skin yet the media continues to fan the flames of the difference in color.
Let me illustrate the absurd by being absurd. Take Affirmative Action for instance. If I own a company and have ten openings I am going to hire the ten best people for the job. I don’t care about color, I don’t care if ya show up to work with a parrot on your shoulder or if you come to work on a pogo stick. Can you do the job? End of story. Imagine if Affirmative Action was enforced in the NBA. Do you think a team would ever score fifty points in a game?
Why do we continue to try to make ourselves the same? Difference is good. It makes us examine a pattern of thinking that we may not have considered and in some cases we actually end up learning something. Heaven forbid we actually do something like that.
The ass-hat that is pictured to the left has a legal name of Metta World Peace. His birth name was Ron Artest but evidently that wasn’t acceptable for this clown so he legally changed his name in September of 2011. Metta…or World Peace….or Mr. Peace…..whatever ya wanna call this dipstick should simply change his name to what best describes him: Big A$$hole! He has been suspended from the NBA for seven games for throwing an elbow into the face of an opponent. It wasn’t even close to being accidental and it certainly wasn’t something you would expect from a guy that took the legal last name of “World Peace.” See video HERE.
This name changing thing has become quite common among athletes. I understand it when it has to do with a change in religion like Muhammad Ali or Kareem-Abdul-Jabbar but I think your credibility takes a hit when you change your name from Chad Johnson to Chad Ochocinco. I can understand not liking your name and feeling a need to change it if it was Howie Feltersnatch but if swimmer Misty Hyman can refrain from changing HER name then I think Prince…or LoveSymbol…or whatever he thinks his name should be…. ought to get back on stage and sing “Let’s Go Crazy.”
Perhaps the biggest offender of the name change thing is Sean Combs. Compared to MY last name this is a walk in the park. You never get to experience the look of confusion on the face of the lady at the doctor’s office when she opens the door to the waiting room to call your name when it’s “Combs.” So far Sean Combs has changed his name to Puff Daddy, P-Diddy and just plain old Diddy. How ridiculous is this? Ya wanna impress me? Change your name to “P-Myself” so we all can have a good laugh when you appear on the Tonight Show and they announce your name next to Dame Helen Mirren. I could go on all day but I have a call holding from a Dixie Recht.
So the jackpot on Mega Millions is up to an estimated $640 million! My question is do you REALLY wanna win this? Chances are that if you are reading this you probably have a full set of teeth, can do simple math, and realize that Pearl Harbor is NOT located in Boston. There is also a pretty good chance that if you played Mega Millions this weekend then you are after the jackpot and NOT a regular lottery player.
Let’s discuss this regular lottery player. He/She likes to parade around in sandals with socks. Wherever they DO work they can’t be offering a dental plan because their teeth resemble a worn out rake. I’m pretty much positive that they floss with rope. They stand in line on a mission. Nothing is gonna get through them, their coffee stained sweatpants, and their already filled out Mega Millions card. The cliff note version of the game is ya gotta pick six numbers. Basically one number for every illegitimate child a seasoned lottery player has. One of the numbers has to be the “Mega Ball.” Again it’s called a “Mega Ball” not to be confused with a “smegma ball” which I assume every regular male lottery player is in possession of.
Now that we all can agree on the stereotypical lottery player how can we NOT pray that he or she isn’t the winner. We’re not talking about anyone that is gonna give Warren Buffet a run for his money. Once they take the lump sum (and why wouldn’t ya), get ready for the biggest Wal-Mart shopping spree in history! Everyone in the family gets a new CB radio. Watch the profits of John Deere soar. I can’t wait for the magical moment when Mom breaks the news to her nine kids: “Put on your best wife-beater…the one without the spaghetti sauce stain, we finally going to SUPER Target!!!” How about that great moment when she calls her sister in Kentucky to break the news? “Mary Lou? We be millionaires!! Tell that husband of yours and cousin of mine that we are gonna get him a fake leg made out of cherry wood. That way his knee won’t get warm standing round the bonfire in the fall.”