Week after week I have watched and laughed at the antics of Santino Marella in his quest to dethrone the Honky Tonk Man, as the longest reigning intercontinental champion of all time.  But It seems that poor Santino will fall short of his goal.  The rumor mill has it, that the head cheese of the WWE doesn't have a sense of humor.  Well maybe he does, but not when it comes to the bottom line, which has always been money, and ratings.  Santino's bid to become the greatest, as funny as it is, has been a bit of a ratings void apparently, as well as Charlie Haas and his impersonations.  So it stands to reason that eventually they will be dropped.  Especially when you factor in that for Santino to succeed, it would take another year or so.  Patience is also not something that the powers that be in the WWE seem to have a lot of either.

     The funny thing is, should this story line continue, Im guessing the fans themself would get bored of it.  When the Honky Tonk Man set this record, there was no such thing as monthly pay per views, or Monday Night Raw.  Champions held titles a lot longer.  Hogans first title reign was measured in years, not months.  Now there are more things to consider, and the attention span of the average viewer is shorter.  As much as I hate to say it, Santino will not win this race.

Actually, I was at work and killing some time and randomly got on the topic of wrestling. I grew up a huge wrestling fan, so once I got started clicking down memory lane my productivity came to a halt. From Macho Man to Sting, I read up on some of the biggest icons in professional wrestling history. I also killed some time looking up some of the random guys that stuck out in my mind (i.e Virgil, Kamala, Ultimo Dragon and Prince Iaukea).

I was looking at the awards for the best wrestlers since 1991, adding a ton of time to the non sequitur browsing and when I came across Lex Luger. Once 6'5 265 lb. beast, Luger had a "spinal stroke" and is now a paraplegic weighing only around 170 lbs. My favorite wrestler ever Sting is now an evangelist of sorts but still makes appearances in TNA (he is one of the only big name wrestlers of his era to never wrestle for WWF/WWE... thats loyalty). My nostalgic journey continued as I perused the profile of Macho Man who is now an actor, and Scott Hall and his oozing machismo is still doing fallaway slams somewhere.

After a long and extremely random search, I finally got to Bret "the Hitman" Hart. Now Bret Hart never really was a wrestler I liked, minus the Sharpshooter, signature submission of Hart (which is a reverse figure four, just like Sting's Scorpion Deathlock). Still, I respected his wrestling ability--even after I found out wrestling was fake. He made it look so real and it was clear he was a master of his craft.

Bret Hart was/is a cocky SOB, but could usually back it up in the ring. To me he doesn't have the icon status of a Hulk/Hollywood Hogan, Ric Flair, Sting, Roddy Piper (LOL), Booker T or the Undertaker, but Hart has a loyal following and is always mentioned with the top tier entertainers, despite his bland character. Somewhere along the line he started to close interviews with the verbage "the best there is, the best there, ever will be."

If you didn't guess already, I didn't/don't believe this to be true. But that is a hell of a line, which I think it invented swagger. I will now use Bret Hart's slogan as creed that I live by. No one on the corner have swagger like us... myself and Bret Hart that is.

Oh, apparently I need to clarify this: I am not, nor have I ever been a Muslim. Unlike Barack Hussein Obama, I will say that if I were a Muslim it shouldn't be a problem. I am not mad at anyone that has asked me about it, in fact I appreciate that you asked me because apparently several individuals have been telling people that I was a Muslim without even talking to me about it. That is weak stuff... but again, if I were a Muslim what's the big deal? As long as I don't hurt anybody or force my religion upon someone I am OK.

In my column Tuesday, I stated that my biggest beef with Barack comes from the fact that when he denies being a Muslim he stops there and doesn't take the opportunity to educate the electorate...

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."--First Amendment, Bill of RIghts.

HMMM... smells like education and this blog isn't written by Pink Floyd. If that ain't enough here is an article from The Huffington Post that cites a quote of Jefferson about Congressman Keith Ellison, a Muslim who swore on Thomas Jefferson's Quran. An excerpt from the article:

"As Jefferson wrote in 1802, 'religion is a matter which lies solely between man and his god, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legitimate powers of government reach actions only, and not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, thus building a wall of separation between church and state.'"

TJ, one of our principle founding fathers (slave owner that opposed slavery...go figure) understood that there is no place for religion in politics. What happens now is as it did then--Right-winged politicians garnering support through fear tactics. Even I had a conversation with my mother and she was having some doubts about whether or not Muslims holding public office... it has extended that far (LOL @ even).

Today I was wearing one of my Barack shirts and encountered a former co-worker of sorts. She said "tell me you didn't come in here with that shirt on." After that remark, I knew it was going to be ugly. This conversation is an example of when I choose to listen and try to understand prejudice.

This lady finally had the notion that Barack Obama was a Muslim dispelled just a little while ago... but she still kept linking him with terrorists. Funny thing is she didn't have the facts right even about the smear tactics of McCain and Palin. What this proves is some Americans wallow in ignorance and the Republican Party, which encourages such garbage, is ridiculous.

I think that's enough for today...947 words. Gosh! Nobody has that long of an attention span.

Salute

Huset som de bor i har ar faktiskt skitnysigt. Det ar lite aldre och typiskt engelskt sa det ar verkligen som att aka tillbaka i tiden nagra ar. pa toaletten t ex ar det ett snore man drar i for att fa igang lyset och persienerna har ar typ 3 ggr sa stora och lodrata! men ater till dan, eftersom bade jag, Dave och hans brorsa Ryan gillar wrestling satt vi under nagra timmars tid och bara spanade in gamla schysst matcher som gatt ned i wrestlinghistorian. Maste saga att The Undertaker var faan sa mycket coolare for 10 ar sedan an han ar idag. V spana in extra mycket pa den beromda burmatchen dar The Undertakers motstandare kastas ned fran buren och sjalvklart matchen mot hans brorsa Kane na de ar omgardade av eld.

Sedan blev det inte sa mycket mer. Senare pa kvallen kom en polare till grabbarna over hit, traffat honom pa magic circle sa det var ett kul aterseende. medans jag satte mig i daves rum for att lasa lite hemlaxa sa var grabbarna pa undervaningen och repade. Later riktigt bra faktiskt, jag ar lovad deras demo nar de spelat in nagot sa det blir recension med dem inom kanske ett halvar eller sa. Sedan satt vi i vardagsrummet och lirade GTA och lyssnade pa lite dodsmetal. Sedan natti natti for att vakna upp allt for tidigt nasta morgon och somna om och ite komma up orens 11 igen.

Idag har vi ocksa slappat ganska mycket, Dve var tvungen att ga till jobbet i eftermiddags sa jag var ensam hemma med mina laxbocker. Satans trakigt men jag kunde undehalla migsjalv med att lyssna pa lite promos. Spaa in history channel pa deras tv och sag en dokumentar om SS-soldterna som var ganksa intressant.

nar Dave sedan kom hem sa tog vi allaihopa (jag, dave och ryan) och drog ivag till gymmet for 1,5 timmars svettigt tranade. Har sjalv aldrig varit en gym mannisa sa detta maste ha varit 5e gangne jag provat pa det. Jag overraskade grabbarna med att faktiskt klara av de flesta av ovningarna och sloga dave med mer an dubbla tiden i plankan. Tog mig en 20 minuter i trappmaskin ocksa och visade kilalrna lie boxningstekniker och vad du kan gora med en corebosu boll. Nu ar vi dock hemm igen och jag har precis kommit ut ur duschen. dave visade sig vara extra kaxig och lyckades lyfta mig over huvudet. Jag tog en bild av det hela men jag maste fraga dave hur mn lagger in dem. Just nu ar han pa undervaningen med lite gaster. Lovade att komma ned nar jag var klar med det har sa nu msate jag sluta...

ps. vadret har varit forjakligt men iorgon blir det sol sa da ska vi ivag pa en trip till Dublino ch spana in museum och sadant!! Sedan ska vi avgora ifall vi ska ga pa Turisas oh dragonforce konserten eller ej. Faan vad det ska bli kul!!

rock on!

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Con semejante arsenal, la empresa podria llegar a arrasar las audiencias de la temporada pasada, si la sexta decide renovar contrato y cambiar el horario de 9:00 de la mañana a las 3 o 4 de la tarde, los domingos arrasará a dudar de la poca audiencia y competencia en esas horas.

When I was in high school, the wrestling team used the acronym "GOYA" as their team slogan. That stood for either "Get off your ass," "Get off your attitude," or "Give only your all," depending on your affiliation with the coaching staff or Parent Teacher Organization. Over time, that slogan became synonymous with wrestling itself in our high school, so anytime you wanted to refer to wrestling or an individual wrestler all you'd have to say was "GOYA." Not so with their other acronym slogan, "IAWBITMH." Thanks for the shirt donation from Jason Kayzar and action modeling by Greg and Jason.

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E' iniziata la sfida dei calendari. Dopo Sara Varone e Keelye Hazell rispondono a tono altre bellissime con i 12 scatti bollenti. Innazitutto Gemma Atkinson, ex di Cristiano Ronaldo, Danielle Lloyd nel cui curriculum vanta numerosi calciatori  tra cui Sheringam e Bent e Amy Weber che è passata dal wrestling al set senza fare un plissé.

Tutte queste bellissime si sono fatte immortalare in un calendario per l'anno che verrà. La Atkinson, dopo averci deliziato con le foto nuda su Nuts stavolta fa di meglio e regala addirittura 12 scatti bollenti.

Stesso discorso per la Lloyd. Danielle, già definita la Wag indecisa, per aver collezionato numerosi calciatori si è concessa scatti davvero hot: seminuda esplosiva, in una parola sensualissima.

Infine ecco Amy Weber, ex coniglietta di Playboy ed ex valletta del wrestling, che dal ring è passata al set. Il risultato? Nememno a dirlo. Una vittoria!

This series started off badly in terms of competence. Out of all the nine couples that started there is one I would consider going into business with. And I would be physically unable to do so because they are those cheerful bastard types that make me want to vomit in their faces just to see them get angry about something. Knowing them, they'd just wipe it off and offer me a sit down and a glass of water. First there were the Caribbean mother and daughter team who served the mango pulp. That's right, they had the chance to showcase their signature dish for an expert in the restaurant field, and the opportunity of opening a restaurant with him hinged on it. And they served, and you may want to write this recipe down so you don't forget it, 1 tin of mango pulp, 1 carton of cream, 1 squirt of lime. Then stir for about a minute and sit on your arse for an hour. Don't forget to look shocked and offended when restaurant experts shit all over it. Then you've got the bald giraffe and his small woodland critter crybaby wife. It's been their dream to open a restaurant serving locally sourced produce for, oh, all of a few months now. And are so determined to create a menu that's organic, local and environmentally friendly that they know bugger all about local farming or local produce. You do feel a bit sorry for them though, as every time they visit a local market they seem like such amateurs that the people who run the stalls see them coming. "Hey Steve, that clueless giraffe and his bucktoothed crying wife are back. Get that offal from Hungary out of the bin and we'll tell them we raised it in the garden." I mean these poor idiots would believe that Bernard Matthews is the name of an actual chicken if you tell them it while wearing a hairnet and a butcher's uniform. Then you've got the housewife who is used to cooking at home for her children who is offended when people dare say that her home cooking doesn't quite satisfy people who are paying over the odds for restaurant quality cuisine. "What do you mean they don't want to pay £6.99 for crispy pancakes? Our little Trevor loves them?" If these were the best nine couples then I would hate to see the rejects. I mean the show is hardly as big as The Apprentice so I wouldn't imagine the number of applicants is huge. Maybe they only had ten couples apply and the tenth were a pair of German cannibals. I know that the couples have to make good television so any competent but boring ones would have been vetoed but as we approach the final I'd like to see some people who can actually run a restaurant that aren't so cheerful that I want to organise for the wife to get gang raped while the husband looks on.

A bit of a dull Monday Night Raw last night. It didn't help that it was on at 11 o'clock. Fucking snooker. Chris Jericho tried to set it up so JBL won the number 1 contender's match for his world title against Batista. This presented two problems in my eyes.

1. JBL kicked Chris Jericho in the head at last year's Armegeddon costing him a chance at the WWE title. I know they are both bad guys now but this takes 'forgive and forget' to ridiculous levels.

2. How bad does this make JBL look? It's like when you're playing cricket, baseball, rounders or whatever throwing and hitting game you play and someone who's really shit gets up to bat and the bowler/pitcher shouts 'everyone come in closer,' because they know he won't hit it very far. Chris Jericho, no matter how strong Batista is, should not be favouring facing JBL because it makes JBL look like a walkover.

Da, asta ar trebui sa faca Mutu, maine, inainte de meciul dintre Romania-Franta, cand Mourinho se va afla in tribuna. De ce, o sa spuneti, pentru ca asta l-a nenorocit pe viata, dupa ce a comandat testul antidoping prin care "Briliantul" a fost depistat pozitiv cu cocaina. Iar acum, are de platit si suma de 17 milioane de euro...Datoria asta nu este treaba portughezului. Nici nu-l intereseaza, ba mai mult cred ca ii pare rau. Daca Mourinho n-ar fi luat acea decizie in 2004, citeam acum despre Mutu ceea ce citim, zi de zi, despre Gascoigne: ba ca e la clinica de dezintoxicare din Irlanda, ba ca e rupt de beat in america latina etc...Mourinho i-a bagat "mintiile in cap", Mourinho i-a adus celui poreclit "Briliantul" din nou stralucirea care ii mai ramasese, doar pe parul dat cu gel. A devenit printre cei mai buni fotbalisti din Serie A. Luni la rand s-a scris despre Mutu, insa, nu despre tatuajele, masinile sau femeile lui, ci despre golurile marcate. Si asta doar datorita tehnicianului portughez. Asa ca Mutule, maine, ar trebui, sa-l saluti macar, pe fostul tau antrenor, sau sa-i transmiti prin Chivu, ca ii multumesti pentru modul in care a procedat atunci...Fii sigur, ca daca n-ai fi luat toate cluburile din Londra la rand, erai si acum favoritul lui Mourinho la Chelsea...