The Baltimore Sun wants to protect me from ‘fake’ news?

I got an email from The Baltimore Sun with a special offer. The title of the email was, “2017 resolution: No more fake news! Only read trusted stories, $1.25 a week for a year.” In the body of the email was the following image:

We believe tall tales belong in libraries? Don’t they know that lots of people read The Baltimore Sun in libraries? When I was a kid, I liked going to the library to read newspapers and magazines. It was long before libraries became official unofficial daytime homeless shelters that they are today. At least the public library in Hagerstown is. I liked reading the newspapers at the library because they put them on long wooden poles. It made for a better, neater reading experience.

What I find hilarious with something like this is that the biggest propagator of “fake news” is the online version of traditional mainstream news media. For example, the following appears on the front page of The Baltimore Sun website:

The Baltimore Sun wants to protect me from 'fake' news? - Bent Corner

Really? What Angie Harmon looks like now is “insane”? What exactly does a person have to look like to be characterized as insane? Is she strapped to a special dolly wearing a no-bite facemask like Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lambs? That’s what it looks like to me when someone looks insane.

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Angie Harmon is that you?

Unless Angie Harmon now looks Hopkins in the above photo, the paid post on the front page of The Baltimore Sun website is highly misleading. I would even say that the paid post is fake. It’s not even an ad for Your Daily Dish. Not really. It’s a post like other posts on The Baltimore Sun, but what sets it apart from the others is that it’s a paid post.

Even a Jimmy Buffett fan can tell you that the Angie Harmon post is an ad, but The Baltimore Sun is pretending that it’s not an ad, they’re pretending that it’s a post.

Is Angie Harmon even financially compensated for having her image used in a paid advertisement? If it were an actual pure ad, she would need to agree to have her likeness used and whoever placed the ad would need to compensate her financially. If her photo appears in a post, she wouldn’t need to sign off on her likeness used, nor would the newspaper need to compensate her.

It’s stuff like this that gives me zero faith in the mainstream news media.

Robert Griffin III is a dirtbag

Former Washington Redskins quarterback Robert Griffin III made news a few days ago when word got out that he was divorcing Rebecca Liddicoat, his wife three years. The two have one child together.

More details are now beginning to come out. Griffin began a relationship with Grete Sadeiko, an Estonian-born student attending Florida State on a track and field scholarship, seven months after the birth of his daughter. The two reportedly met on Instagram.

Instagram? I must be using the online service wrong. I thought Instagram was an app for posting dumb photos. I didn’t know it was an app for NFL players to find European whores.

Griffin and Sadeiko were keeping their relationship on the down-low until sometime in April. That is what Griffin’s wife found out about it.

Robert Griffin III is a terrible human being. How fitting that he is now plying his football skills for the Clevland Browns. The Browns are the worst team in the NFL.

I know only too well that marriages, especially first marriages, often end in divorce. There is a way to go about ending your marriage that does not make you an asshole. For example, end your current relationship before you begin a new one. Rebecca Liddicoat is not just his wife; she is the mother of his child. The level of disrespect Robert Griffin III is directing towards Rebecca Liddicoat is disgusting.

The child will grow up and find out all the facts behind her parent’s breakup. She is going to see that her father was not only a terrible quarterback, but he was also a terrible husband and father.

Reportedly Robert Griffin III got Grete Sadeiko’s name tattooed on his arm. What a classless idiot.

On a side note, I was in Marshalls the other day and noticed a huge assortment of Washington Redskins Robert Griffin III jerseys.

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Finding jerseys of players who are no longer with a team at Marshalls is nothing new. What got me about this jersey was the price. I was only $7.99. I have never seen a football jersey at Marshalls for that cheap. They are the Nike Limited version, one step below the Nike Elites. They typically go for $149.99.

It is as though Marshalls took into consideration the fact that Robert Griffin III is a dirtbag when they set the price. I would rather wear Taliban robes or a Jimmy Buffett concert t-shirt than a Robert Griffin III jersey.

The Democratic party no longer represents me

What’s happened to the Democratic party?

Last night at the DNC convention, an 11-year-old girl and her mother, a Mexican national who is in this country illegally, went on stage and spoke. The girl did most of the talking because her mother couldn’t speak English even though she’s lived here for over two decades.

The girl was born here in the United States and because of that fact, she’s a U.S. citizen. Her non-English speaking mother is not. Neither mother nor daughter can vote this November, at least not legally. This didn’t stop either of them from chanting “Hillary Clinton for President.”

Whoever thought it was a good idea to put these two on national TV was smoking crack. Not the good pharmaceutical kind of crack, but the kind you would expect to find in a portapotty at a Jimmy Buffett concert.

You don’t use pre-teen children for political gain, especially on such a large stage. The girl is only 11-years-old. She’s not done cooking yet. Let her grow up and become an adult before you have her promote a candidate for president. She’s too young to be able to understand what she’s doing. And then you have the mother, a foreign national who is here illegally, addressing people watching on TV, telling them who they should vote for this November.

I can’t imagine immigrating to a country illegally, not learning to speak that country’s language, and then going on that country’s national TV to tell its citizens who they should vote for.

That would be… rude.

It’s clear to me that this current incarnation of the Democratic party doesn’t represent me or my interests. They don’t represent what I believe to be right or just. As soon as it’s possible, I’m changing my political affiliation from Democrat to independent. I’ll never become a Republican. Not unless they stop embracing anti-science, anti-gay, and Evangelical Christianity. I’d also include being pro-war into the mix of disqualifiers, but today the Democrats are just as pro-war as the Republicans.

I’m done with the Democratic party.

Sports Card Radio: Raffles, razzes, and girls that look like boys

If you’ve ever listened to Sports Card Radio, a podcast about sports cards, you probably know that host Colin Tedards is not a fan of raffles. It’s where someone takes an unopened, factory sealed box of sports cards and charges people for the privilege of getting all the cards from a specific team. The team you get is random and is assigned by the person conducting the raffle.

For example, a box of baseball cards contains 30 teams. A person holding a raffle will sell 30 slots to baseball card collectors, mostly over the Internet in chat rooms. Each slot sold represents a team. Once all the slots are filled, the person holding the raffle will randomly assign each slot a team. One slot is assigned the New York Yankees, and another is assigned the Colorado Rockies, and so on and so on. The packs in the box are then opened, usually over a webcam, and people get the cards belonging to players from their assigned team or slot.

People like Colin believe the activity is a raffle because not all teams are of equal value. Participants pay money without knowing what team they will be randomly assigned.

The practice goes by different names because state and federal law strictly regulate raffles. PayPal, the payment gateway most used by people holding group breaks, specifically prohibits raffles. Because of this, they are often called razzes, razzies, or group breaks.

On the latest episode of Sports Card Radio, Colin interviewed Josh Cade, a very popular and seemingly successful group breaker. The interview was probably the most uncomfortable 34 minutes of audio I’ve ever listened to, including the time I was tricked into listening to a Jimmy Buffett CD.

The conversation was extremely hostile and antagonistic. It was also very confusing.

For instance, when Colin asked Josh to describe the process, Josh said the following:

“What you do is, is put everyone’s name in a randomizer, okay, so everybody has a chance at the same thing for the same value per spot. So basically all you’re doing is mixing up the names, half the people will get into a break, the other half will get the same value in cards. So, it’s really an equal opportunity for everybody, just some getting this part of it, some getting cards.” (0:55)

This doesn’t make sense to me. Doesn’t everyone get the break that pays to get the break?

What was even more confusing was when Colin told Josh that what he was doing seemed a lot like a raffle. This was Josh’s response:

“What seems like something, so, if you see a girl walking down the street that looks like a guy, you say, “oh, that seems to be a boy, but it’s really not a boy, okay, so I don’t know if that’s a good example or not, but something that seems like may not really be what it is. So that may not really be a boy, even though you may think it is. But if you talk to ’em and then oh you are a boy, then you know for a fact. So what seems like something and what really is something are two different things, do you agree? Because a while ago, you said something about a raffle, then you said, “Well a raffle seems like, it seems like…”, well, does it seem like or is it? That’s what I’m asking you.” (6:22)

I believe Josh was trying to say that just because something seems like something, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s something. I’m not sure why he chose to provide an analogy involving a transgender person, but in his defense, he probably doesn’t know why he did that either.

Colin then asked Josh why he does these raffles:

“Because some people can’t afford to necessarily buy stock outright, so, they can either take a chance on getting into breaks or they take a chance on getting their other side of it, and getting cards. So they win, their money is at work. That’s why.” (12:21)

It’s hard to believe that something can involve money, chance, and winning, and not be a raffle. Those seem like to me all the major ingredients to a raffle.

When Colin asked about Josh’s business partners and investors, he said the following:

“You’re not dealing with retards, in this, I’m telling you, I know your last name is retarded, but the fact is, we’re smart business people. As much as it hates and pains to you to understand that, we are smart businessmen. We know how to cover our tracks. We know how to do things legally.” (14:02)

How to cover their tracks? I don’t think I’ve ever heard a reputable or legitimate business describe themselves this way.  Typically the phrase is used to describe the concealment of wrongdoing.

When Colin asked Josh to clarify what his definition of a raz is:

“So a raz is a fictitious name that we gave to (inaudible). It’s like a game. So basically the game we play is a gambling game. It’s a game where some people can get into a break, some people get cards. You just don’t know what you’re getting. But you’re getting equal value of money worth of product. So, I guess that’s the definition of a raz. What else are you looking for?” (22:04)

A raz is a gambling game where people don’t know what they’re getting, but it’s not a raffle. Got it.

Rabid skunk bites woman at Jimmy Buffett theme restaurant

A woman was at Cheeseburger in Paradise, a Jimmy Buffett inspired theme restaurant in southern Maryland, eating lunch when a skunk walked into the establishment and bit her.

The skunk was captured and then shot in the restaurant’s parking lot. The skunk’s brain was tested and it was confirmed that it had rabies. You know who else needs to have their brain tested? Anyone that would eat at a Jimmy Buffett inspired theme restaurant. The only thing I can think of worse than being bit by a rabid skunk is having to eat at a Cheeseburger in Paradise, listen to the music of Jimmy Buffett, or be around people who are fans of Jimmy Buffett.

I hate Jimmy Buffett. I always have, I always will.