Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Obama, The Eagles and Tucker Carlson Walk Into a Bar

It seems everyone has an opinion on Michael Vick's redemption story including President Obama. In case you were under a rock yesterday, Obama phoned Eagles owner, Jeff Lurie who shared:

“The president wanted to talk about two things, but the first was Michael,’’ Lurie told Peter King, who wrote of the conversation for “He said, ‘So many people who serve time never get a fair second chance. He was ... passionate about it. He said it’s never a level playing field for prisoners when they get out of jail. And he was happy that we did something on such a national stage that showed our faith in giving someone a second chance after such a major downfall.’

The second thing President Obama wanted to discuss with Lurie was the use of wind turbines, solar panels and coming soon, a biodiesel plant at Lincoln Financial Field. I know, yawn.

A few of thoughts on the Presidential phone call before I weigh in on Vick. Firstly, shame on Lurie for the kiss and tell. Also, this might be the stupidest "I'm outraged that Obama did/said that" story of the year. Lastly, I agree with President Obama on Michael Vick.

I love dogs, especially my dog and I hate the Eagles. But Michael Vick and the NFL deserve a pat on the back. A young black man, not to mention an elite quarterback, who was wrapped up in a dog-fighting and gambling ring as large as Vick was bankrolling to plead guilty, go to prison for nearly two years and lose everything is a sad tragedy, if the story ends there. But the story continued, after his release he did not fall back. Statistics were not on Vick's side, the NFL was. Vick wasn't angry at "the man" and if he was, he didn't show it. He followed the rules, went to meetings, swallowed his ego and his pride and did what Roger Goodell asked of him to get his life back. I'm sure it wasn't an easy thing to do, the path to self destruction is usually easier and more common. And if you want proof, check out the stats, both on and off the field, of Vick's younger brother, Marcus.

This leads me to Tucker Carlson, who said yesterday while filling in for Sean Hannity:

"I'm a Christian, I've made mistakes myself, I believe fervently in second chances," Carlson said. "But Michael Vick killed dogs, and he did in a heartless and cruel way. And I think, personally, he should've been executed for that. He wasn't, but the idea that the President of the United States would be getting behind someone who murdered dogs? Kind of beyond the pale."

What the bleepity, bleep, bleep, Tucker? You know, anytime a person starts a sentence off with "I'm a Christian..." it's gonna be a doozy. In the name of unity I'm going to refrain from further comment but methinks Tucker is still upset that he was never able to play the "Name Game".

Cross-posted at Pundit League

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Vacation Pics!!!

I'm baaack! So here it is, the obligatory vacay pictorial blog post. Our nine day trip to Jaco Beach, Costa Rica was lazy and uneventful. We laid around the pool and drank (and ate) a lot. Here are some shots of our low-key family fun. Enjoy!

Fergie munching on some nummy treats before being kenneled.

Before leaving it's present time, J opening up his new laptop

Wakey-wakey, it's time to go!

Iggy the Iguana crawls out of his hole to welcome us.

First night pizza dinner at Rio Oasis

Yum, pizza

Pool day!

Sunset smiles.

J getting ready for a swim (he likes this pic because he thinks it shows off his muscles).

A rocking iguana...

...he bobbed his head to the music!

The sun setting on another perfect day...

G'nite kiss.

Surf lesson time for K and...


Action shot! J rides in as K paddles out!

Me and K at dinner.

Fee fi fo fum, I smell the Goose of yum, yum, yum.

Macaws on the way to the crocodile safari.

A Yellow-headed Caracara eating a bite of chicken.

A big ass crocodile called Mike Tyson.

Mike Tyson weighs around 1200 lbs and...

...he likes chicken.

J shot a video of one of our guides, Carlos, feeding another croc. YIKES!

The crocodile safari was kinda scary but never fear when Jesus is your co-pilot!

Cheers! I survived the crocodile safari and then I fried my shoulders.

Another perfect day!!!

A leetle crab was stuck in our pool...

picked him up and...

...returned him safely to his salty home.

Geckos were all over the place, did you know that they make a loud clucking sound? Me either.

Apparently the A-Team was also in Jaco.

The supermercato "ran out" of Goose :(

Dinner smiles!

Dinner headlock.

A local townie named Jose makes things out of palm leaves for tips, presumably to support his drug habit. I support locals and their habits.

a fish for J...

and a heart for K.

Arriving for drinks at Los Suenos Marina.

Dinner at Lemon Zest (my fave spot, we ate there twice).

She loves me...

...she loves me, not.

Christmas Eve sunset

Ready for Christmas Eve grubbing.

J looking confused at dinner.

More GI Joes from Grandma Claus.

Ice cream sundae for dessert.

Resort nativity

Kids are like drug addicts, they find each other no matter what. J and his new friend Colin at the Backyard BBQ in Hermosa Beach to watch the Christmas Day surf competition.

J and surf competition winner, Mr. Brown.

J proudly supports the Cowboys for Christmas football.

Santa has stiffed me for years.

Goodbye Iggy, see you next year.

The final room tally.

Sun setting on our last day.

Until next year! Pura Vida!