Earlier this year, I donated money to support the fight of breast cancer. I asked all of you donate and I will be doing it again, shortly.

But first I want to ask all of you to donate to a pretty important cause. It’s not for cancer research but it does hit pretty close to home. There is no such thing as too small of an amount. Click the link, drop some duckets…you’ll be happy you did.

What’s this? Presidential Debates Gone Wild is a DVD that has been years in the making. Many years ago, King Space Roach of Brooklyn acquired every single presidential and vice presidential debate on VHS.

Dating all the way back to the 1960 Kennedy Nixon debate, these debates are very rare and for the first time ever, on DVD.

Presidential Debates Gone Wild is a compilation of all the best and most shocking moments of the debates.

Every time someone buys a DVD god saves a kitten. Buy a DVD. It’s the right thing to do. Armed with a brand new website, Presidential Debates Gone Wild is ready to be the premier Christmas gift of 2008.

At least join the facebook page. Show some support…or I’ll severly hurt you.

“We have been trying to eliminate the penny for quite some time — it always comes back,” Obama said. “I need to find out who is lobbying to keep the penny.”

And all this time I thought he was for change… <rim shot/>

by Scott Bernberg

You know, the beauty of Call of Duty 4 is that you can play the game pretty much any way you like. Want to be a sniper and lurk on rooftops, waiting for that perfect headshot? Go for it! Prefer to play the aggressive Marine type hopped up on adrenaline? Grab you light-machine gun and charge into the middle of the map guns-a-blazing. And then there’s the way I play the game. With the most realistic depiction of what I would be like in battle…crouched under a stairwell waiting for time to expire on the multiplayer session.

That’s right, I believe in playing COD 4 the same way I would if I were deployed to Afghanistan, Iraq or even Canada, that is to say, tucked safely behind a burnt out oil canister, thinking about my wife and kids while I pray to God nobody comes around the corner and sees me drying my own tears.

You see, a lot of guys will bust their balls, playing countless hours of the game hoping to snag that ACOG red-dot site for their AK-47 so they confidently climb on top of a heavy-fire zone and pick up enemies as they relentless charge forward. I prefer to whimper silently, cowardly picking off opponents from unimaginable distances, watching the clock tick away for what seems like an eternity until my icon disappears off of the map as my weapon cools down.

The only achievements I seek are the Corporal Kilnger Challenge in which a letter about a family crisis at home allows me to leave the map 5 minutes early and return to the safety of the lobby, or the Private Joker badge which reassigns me to the media pool where I can accurately report on the days headshots and grenade tosses.

You see, I believe that if the developers at Infinity Ward took all that time to create a game this realistic, then damn it, I’m going to play in realistic manner, whimpering into my Logitech headset for everyone to just leave me alone. So the next time you hear the cries of SCaredSHtlss407 as he implores you to just “go somewhere else” I hope you will see that figure hiding under the dead body of recently spawned grunt and remember that he’s just a man who wants to return home to see his family. God Bless America!

George Carlin was more than just one of my favorite comedians. He was a hero. He was the epitome of counterculture. He hated cliches, lip-service, corporate propaganda, religion and laws. He hated the bullshit, cause it’s bad for ya!

George wasn’t just about fart jokes. Although sometimes he loved to gross you out and shock you, he was a master linguist and would breakdown our idiosyncrasies like no one else. Since I was little kid, George Carlin made me think.

RIP Rufus.

Rockin a faux-hawk while smokin a cig…he’s prob thinking about getting a sleeve.