Role models. When I hear people complain that sports stars and celebrities OWE their fans to be a good role model I cringe. Sports stars and celebrities live in a privileged word that is not conducive to the real world 99% of us live in.
Justin Bieber is simply a spoiled brat that is in need of a good spanking. I would want to go backstage just to put this punk over my knee and hit him with my mother’s wooden spoon. We are to blame, as a society, for creating this monster. Justin Bieber (for whatever reason) is a pop star. That’s where it should end. He shouldn’t be expected to exemplify good morals and good behavior. He shouldn’t be considered a “peer” among your teenage kids. The only “role model” a child should have is their parents. That’s the responsibility you signed up for when you decided to bring a life into this crazy world.
Justin Bieber expects to be treated differently. He expects you to “kiss the ring.” He illustrates his gratitude of becoming a multi-millionaire through teenage concert ticket sales by spitting on his fans from a hotel terrace. I shouldn’t just single out Justin Bieber for the list of pop culture vermin is long and plentiful. Kim Kardashian became a star because a video tape of Ray J putting his tool in her “no-go hole” went viral. I’m sorry but if that is what it takes to be a “star” I will pass on the initiation.
I am amazed by those that follow and revere any of the “Real Housewives.” If ya wanna laugh at them and their sorry existence I can understand that but to praise them and fuel their gold digging mentality really is a sad comment of your own existence. Let’s call these women what they truly are “Pretentious whores of _________ county” Would you let your child be baby sat by one of these botox injected skanks? Probably not.
I think we all were at one time a “know it all” teenager that was embarrassed to be seen in public with our parents. I also remember something my late father told me in the basement of our home in Strongsville, Ohio: “You will eventually realize that your mother and father will be the best friends you will ever have.”
Dad…you were right. I’m just glad you passed before I had to attempt to explain Honey Boo-Boo.
Sexting. I just don’t get it. It makes about as much sense to me as sitting in front of Pee Wee Herman at a movie theatre. Call me spoiled but I discovered streaming video on the internet a long time ago so I don’t think a few dirty words with a hash tag is gonna stiffen my putter.
Of course we’re talking about this nonsense again because Anthony Weiner is back at his old tricks again but he takes it to a different level by including a picture of his junk. There are a lot of check points this process has to go through before one hits send and I shudder in confusion that his “idea” passed through all of them.
The penis is not pretty. It kind of looks like an index finger missing a nail. There is a reason why it is kept beneath underwear and pants AND a zipper to keep it from public viewing. The only time it should be illuminated is when you are using it for waste removal purposes behind a closed-door otherwise the penis is meant to be nocturnal.
Let’s review the process that Anthony Weiner must have gone through to sext a picture of his manhood: 1) Drop pants and expose penis 2) Grab iPhone and focus on the “subject” 3) Take a few pictures of your penis to get the “right one” 4) Maybe Instagram it a bit for effect 5) Hit send.
At what point during this process does “BAD IDEA” enter into one’s mind? Apparently with Anthony Weiner this never happened and he just sat there waiting for a reply. That to me is the along the same line as a guy being naked and playing with puppets….it’s FREAKING creepy!!
So the next time ya get pissed at a friend for texting you a picture of some crappy salad they made with feta cheese on top….just remember…it could be worse.
Meetings. I really believe we have too many. Meeting to prepare for meetings make me crazy. Don’t get me wrong I value the importance of a meeting that is truly needed but some of the stuff that comes out of a meeting leaves me more confused and detached than before the meeting. Sometimes a meeting isn’t a meeting at all it’s just a get together where you are being told what to do.
I remember a meeting a bunch of us had many years ago where the General Manager had promised the services and support of my morning show as a favor to their church. We were informed that the show would camp out in a tent with a bunch of other people to raise awareness and dollars to the homeless. This meeting was not a “brainstorming session” it was basically held to be given our marching orders.
I am all for serving the public. I like to help people but I also think you need to focus on your brand and serve your target demo. When you say the word “homeless” I think many people think of someone hairy, dirty, sleeping in a box and smelling like urine. While that may be unfair I do think it’s accurate.
My suggestion was to do a benefit that touches the female demo: raise money for shelters for abused women, help for terminally ill children, etc. At that point the General Manager uttered this golden nugget, “This is not about the bad homeless, this is about the good homeless.” I was stunned. The good homeless? Perhaps this is something I did not know about. They have classified the homeless. Evidently Home Security waits until we are asleep and then covertly brands the homeless with bar codes to separate them into two categories: good and bad. The next time you are tempted to make a donation while stopped at a light I think you should demand that the individual fold back his ear so you can see the aforementioned bar code to know if you are giving to the good or the bad homeless. You can easily download the app on your smart phone to make this process an easy one.
I’d tell ya more but I’m late for a meeting……
DANNY CZEKALINSKI hosts a weekly internet radio show on mysourceradio.com Show archives can be heard HERE
Every day we are confronted with decisions. Sometimes we make good ones and sometimes we make bad ones. That’s just the way of life. I have made MANY mistakes in my time on earth but I can honestly tell you I never woke up and declared “today is the day will finally get my neck tattoo.” If I need open heart surgery and Dr. Feelgood has a neck tattoo saying “Delicious” I’m gonna make sure someone else cuts me open. If I need someone to stand up for me in the court of law I don’t think the guy with “Judge This” on his neck is gonna have any pull with the man in the black robe.
If ya wanna get back in the stupidity line for extra credit then by all means feel free to add a tat on your forehead and maybe a few tear drops beneath your eyes. See how well that goes over on your interview at a Fortune 500 company. There are times when these tattoos are actually beneficial. If I was running a chop shop or was in the market for an arsonist then the guy at the left would be at the top of my list. Unless you are a porn star then you really should care about what ends up on your face. I have a lot more to say about this but I’m late for my tongue piercing.