Ah, baseball.
Sport of the gods. Oh, don’t let those Buddhists fool you: the gods are highly competitive. The Norse vs the Blackfoot, the Aztec vs the Animist. And now that nobody actually worships them in any meaningful way, they have sublimated their divine battles into the true sport of the gods (sport of kings eat your heart out): baseball.
And guess what? As always happens when the divine attempts to work itself out in thes sphere of the mundane, things got weird.
The biggest hooker sting since the last Republican convention took place in non-accidental conjunction with the All-Star game.
Law enforcement officials said Monday that 131 people were arrested in a prostitution and child exploitation sting between July 6 and July 12 in conjunction with the Major League Baseball All-Star game in San Francisco.
Oakland police spokesman Roland Holmgren said the sting was conducted because “a significant number” of Oakland-based prostitutes ply their trade at high profile events such as baseball all-star games, pro football’s Super Bowl and the Hot August Nights festivities in Reno every summer.
Yep, the game of champions. George Will has a lot of ‘splainin’ to do!
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OMG I see dead people…er, I mean, David Vitter…
Who’s David Vitter?
http://blog.washingtonpost.com/sleuth/2007/07/how_david_vitter_got_nabbed_in.html
Our current political scandal!
Ah, right Thanks. I’m firmly on Team DC Madam: good for her releasing those names. Heidi is not as smart.
And to think, as I told Mel, I thought that was a picture of the mayor’s outer office after Blue Boris had taken control of London from the Red Newt.
It will be. It will be. One must have faith.
Seriously, for all the SEO optimization and advice I’ve put into the forum I hope that, should I ever get to Londinium, I get at the very least an office tour and at best a long, boozy lunch and a road trip in the Lambo. Seriously, I don’t care if he drops me off in Glasgow as long as I get to sit in the damn thing.
It’s probably too late for flash motors, and no one in their right mind would drive one into Glasgow, the only city in the country where a blazing man gets thumped. Boris has to consider his carbon green-welly tracks and all that, you know! How are you on the crossbar of a bike?
On the other hand, I can give you the phone number of some lads in Brixton who would probably jack the Lambo for you.
Below is an exchange of emails between myself and Mel yesterday … I’d have emailed them to you rather than posting, but being dumb I couldn’t find a link. The compliments are gratis.
Mel … for God’s sake make them listen to Raincoaster about the blog … that flash is killing it, and it could potentially be a very good electoral tool … it was warming up very nicely too. Somewhat ironic when the Boy David is prone to talk about the power of the internet … get the flash down to an entry and get Boris to post a piece about the mayoral race so that it can be open to comments … we can suck a hell of a lot in with that by placing it on other sites. Methinks it’s time for a bit of virtual real politique.
P .X.
PS: I like Raincoaster too … female, you mean she’s female? And coming from the left with a sense of humour? In today’s world? Now I got to get my breathing back together!
Have gone direct to Bojo with your views!
A hundred thanks for making them!
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Ps raincoaster sure is the coolest girl!
Raincoaster, you just hit upon a great idea….”Team DC Madam.” That’s it — I’m making mine in CafePress right now and then I’m putting “Inspired by raincoaster” below it! What do you think? I could wear it to the gym.
I’m making the logo right now!
Oh god. I’d buy one of those! I’m all excited! That’s hilarious!!!
So, did Melissa go to Bojo with the suggestion about the Lambo? Or just the boring old internet stuff? I do hope they get it straightened out, and I’m sure that Boris couldn’t be less interested in the intricacies of SEO but someone must do something, and it looks like it’s got to be him.
I think I’ll go for the boys from Brixton: bikes are all very well, but they’re nowhere near as pretty as the Lambo. Besides, ever tried to sit on handlebars wearing a short skirt?
As I’ve said before, all compliments gratefully and unquestioningly accepted. Thanks!
Actually, if Bojo can’t be seen driving the damn thing, maybe he could loan it to me. I’m used to steering wheel on the left!