Seriously, every time I hear someone talk about Mr. Ware’s broken leg, the Brian Song theme music pops into my head.
When the most wonderful time of the year rolls around next month (Kentucky Derby), we will witness something unusual: an actual BLACK JOCKEY. Kevin Krigger is a handsome, soft-spoken 27 year old from St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands who left his home at 17 to pursue his lifelong dream of being a jockey. Based in Northern California in 2011, Krigger won 165 races; his mounts earned $2.8 million. In 2012 based in Southern California, Krigger won just 73 races, but his mounts earned more than $3.6 million, including $600,000 in the Delta Downs Jackpot and $750,000 in the Santa Anita Derby today.
“Philly Girl” with breathing device courtesy of @MikeMachowsky ! pic.twitter.com/aW0PEVwhB6
Ernest Moniz, President Obama’s nominee to follow Steven Chu as Secretary of Energy, has a chimeric head of hair that is simply hypnotizing. If confirmed, he would easily have the most impressive hair of any prominent political figure since the late Ann Richards or the similarly-beehived Arizona Gov. Rose Mofford. With hair like his, Mr. Moniz better be able to play/write/conduct a violin concerto.
Like Christmas, Easter has been throughly ruined by Christians — it used to be a fine Spring pagan fertility festival with free love and lamb sacrificings, and now look at it! They celebrate nailing John Barleycorn to the cross, wrap his body in a festive twelfth-century relic a crusader bought in some tourist trap, shove him in Joseph of Arimathea’s hole, dye hard-boiled chicken fetuses in various colors that never appeared in nature and stuff them in a basket filled with dyed and shredded doggie waste receptacles and three days later when some women go to wash the body a giant bunny is standing there giving them marshmallow Peeps and Cadbury eggs. Can’t we go back to having sex in the fields like in old times?