i try not to think about the popularity or influence of the busblog


because all that sort of thinking will do is make you not write things.

today is no exception.

today i got an email from a loyal reader who gave me the link to pictures, an address, and a telephone number of kobe’s accuser.

but since i dont know if those pics are really her, it would be crappy for me to put that link on here.

even for all 1,000 of you who frequent this url daily.

but especially for the 10,000 + who would instantly find this site if i posted it thanks in part to Google, or the 100,000+ of your friends who you’d forward the link to.

crazy thing is… if the busblog only got 50 hits a day, i would totally post the link, and maybe the pics, which makes no sense because then those pics would get spread nearly as easilly.

i would do it in hopes that traffic would then increase on my site and catapult me into “A-list” bloggers.

like drudge.

who for some reason isnt posting the pictures.

probably because it isnt confirmed.

not that that ever really mattered to drudge before.

but apparently the popularity of his site has probably reached a level that now he’s probably afraid of getting his worthless ass sued.

i have no money, im not afraid of being sued, but this blog isnt based around rumors and gossip, like drudge’s, so in a way im disappointed that he isnt doing what he does… uh… best.

which is spreading rumor and untruths like a little worm.

but on the other hand, maybe he has grown up a little and has decided that a young blonde girl’s prom picture and home address and home phone number isnt worthy of a few thousand hits.

nice work, retard.

now why dont you dig up some real news today, like how bush knew about 9/11 and how he lied to get us into a war, and how he hasnt found osama or saddam.

for starters.


i think im being honored here, but my italian is only semi-good-o + blackmask

got a phone call this morning at six am.

if you knew how ridiculously little money i make to save the world you would be flabbergasted.

there was a time when i would have to go out of my way to get flabbergasted. i would actually seek out ways to get flabbergasted.

i would do what i needed to do and then i would look around and if i could say that i was flabbergasted i wasnt flabbergasted enough.

you only truly know youre flabbergasted after the factergasted.

this morning im in an ornery mood thanks to the cell phone being dialed at six am.

this is me ornery.


one reason that they like me flying chopper one is that im a fairly even keeled mother.

this is me happy.


this is me mad.


this is me flabbergasted.

uh, wtf, fellas.

last week you might remember that there was a young lady who had me flabbergasted with her lunacy and she came over and i was pissed off and i wasnt ever going to speak to her again. ever.

she came over to the house and i was at the boiling point of anger and this is how i was:

hi, may i get you a cold soda?

no thank you.




is that orange soda, may i have one of those?

its good to have even keeled people piloting billion dollar black copters with armed forces spy planes trying to check your shit and enemy forces trying to gun you down, and the bloods with surface to air missles aiming at your ass, and the mob, and the irs, and the feds, and the kids, and the migrating geese, and the paparazzi, and the stank hos trying to say you’re their baby’s daddy.

it’s good to have someone who has been accused by ashley as having no heart no soul no emotions and robotic in the center of the hurricane during hurricane season.

especially when its always hurricane season.

but at some point i do need my sleep.

and occasionally its nice to get paid for answering the phone at six am and solving the worlds problems before six thirty.

and if you dont see me working for the xbi soon, you can say you heard it here first.

just like you heard it here first that the santa monica farmers market old man hit a benz before he hit the people.

and just like you heard that the Coulter Klassic lived up to its name.