they think that because im the Editor then that means that im sort of like exactly the same thing as the Assistant Manager at mcdonalds when they get a coke thats flat.

hi, you paid for that coke, you only

clicked

to get to our website. thank you i owe you click please click through.

they yell at me and demand things and invoke the ages of their children that theyre protecting and i ask them

“do you demand this much from your government?

do you write your mayor when theres pot holes and smog and bad schools?

do you write your senators when theres no impeachments, more war, more waste?

do you write nbc when they broadcast crappy crap that eats away at your childs brain?

do you write all the food corporations that lie on their food labels by making people think that there are only 270 calories in a can of beefaroni, but oh look at that, they say theres TWO SERVINGS in a basic can of beefaroni, so really it’s a 540 calorie treat that CHILDREN are marketed to

and dont lie and say that your kid only eats a half a can because if someone tried to make me split my bowl of beefaroni with my sister, i would have cut somebody”

and yet these people write a fucking BLOG?

because i had the nerve to put the F word in a headline

after a cia agent used it to describe the president of the united states

after he learned that there were no weapons of mass destruction

and still went to war

and lied about it

Fuck should have been all over the story,

the picture,

the caption, the everything.

FUCKER KNEW THERE WERE NO FUCKING WMD’S

“i wont tell you how to raise your kids,

you dont tell me how to run my fucking blog”

SPECIAL guest:
raymi

and the Fox Text Message Poll

and everyones pissed

including Layne

slot cars taught me some very important things growing up. that you had to take it easy around the turns or else your shit would fly off the road.

sometimes you can do something very well but if you dont hit the brakes when you need to its exactly the same as if you were never doing anything very well.

instead of loving the turns in slot cars most people faught them

love to love them baby.

hot chick in africa called me in the middle of the night the other night to say that some how she got a few extra cell phone minutes on her cell phone so she was going to call mr you know who in america and for once i was that man.

hi she said

hi i said

i havefree minutes she said so i thought id call you i miss you!

hi i said and click

sadly that was it for the minutes i guess

ah africa.

they cant read minds.

sometimes you just want the chick to come over and be sweaty with and maybe get some ice cream and maybe catch up on big brother after dark and fa la la.

but best laid plans you end up walking all the way down to the 24 hour laundrymat then back then still walking mind you down the scariest part of nowhere

daring someone anyone to summon your superpowers

see a man moaning face first on the ground and consider saving his life but no, too pissed, too hot, too no good at esp with college girl

mrrraaaawwww the drunken man growls

keep walking, very thirsty, sorta hungry cuz you were gonna go out and eat ice cream with her.

100 degrees in the sunshine of the day but now its night and its in the 90s everyone is on their stairwells its 10pm you esp to the world please make her go home

but you keep walking. down to the transvestite burrito place. look at all those kids in there. dont their parents know? down across the freeway. look how low to the ground these banisters are, someone could almost accidentally slip right into the 101,

that would never fly in chicago.

walking walking people outside people in shadows. looks like a gangster in a wheel chair with his homies by a tree. here i am you say to them all.

here i am.

#5, kanye west “throw some d’s”

i had the pleasure of experiencing real d’s and fake d’s
not d’s and more than d’s
and even though i disagree with kanyes chorus
its a song that i love, mostly because his rhyming is just so damn good
only recently have i stumbled upon this video and it makes me love it even more.

this song isnt on any album and im not sure you can even get it legally, although thats clearly kanye in the video, which although it has a low budget, is definately professionally made, and clever.

kayne took the Rich Boy single, remixed it beautifully, changed all the words
and turned it from being about “dubs” into boobies and came out with a song
that should be on the upcoming Graduation, but that album is so good it doesnt need it.

he might be cocky, but sometimes theres good reason.

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from me to you

step one, have two bosses who know what theyre doing and have your back.

step two, keep it real.

a year ago today on LAist i ran a story about ways that people could legally protest the war in Iraq. in the comments a gentleman snidely suggested that refrain from writing about all things political on the blog. it was a request that i had seen before on the busblog as well, and i can honestly say that it usually only comes from Republicants, alleged harbingers of freedom.

they want to tell people who they can marry, they want to tell women how to run their wombs, and they want to edit the content of any blog that dares challenge the worst president ever.

this is the exchange that went down in the comments.

Here’s an idea Tony. Why don’t you freakin’ stop droning on about politics and start talking about LA?

[2] Posted by: Mitch | September 1, 2006 10:53 AM

Awwww, poor Mitch likes George Bush. How cute.

[3] Posted by: tony | September 1, 2006 12:58 PM

Unbelievable. An ad driven blog where the writers mock the readers in the comments.

…deleting from my RSS reader….

Bye Tony!

[4] Posted by: Mitch Cardwell | September 1, 2006 1:09 PM

Greatest. Compliment. Ever.

thank you Mitch.

Yes, we mock the President in the post, and we mock those commentors who 1) diss the concept of citizens being civic-minded 2) fail to realize that part of being an American or an LAist is involving yourself in federal politics 3) think that it’s ok for this administration to: lie about WMDs, tap our phones, not persue those truly responsible for 9/11, play guitar while our brothers and sisters in NO drown, give tax cuts to the wealthy while our budget deficit balloons, out CIA agents… shall I go on?

You’re entitled to your opinoin Mitch but so does everyone else in this country, including the editor of this blog.

And yes, we all know you hate that.

[5] Posted by: tony | September 1, 2006 1:24 PM

what has happened since Mitch threatened the scariest threat ever heard on the interwebs? that he would delete our RSS signal from reaching his holy reader?

LAist has quadrupled in hits and our ad rates have gone up by six times.

stick to your guns, bloggers.