Here we go again...

Isn't It Ironic Redux Redux
Anna Kournikova is the host of The Biggest Loser.

HFWTFMF?!?

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder
We have, as a society, gone absolutely bugfuck crazy.  Not only have women (and men) gone off the deep end in their quest to be beautiful, they have taken to do-it-yourself plastic surgery.  Recently, a woman died from injecting beef fat into her face, proving once more that truth is stranger than fiction.


The woman, a 63 year old hausfrau, had done the procedure previously, without incident.  (Well, her dogs did love to lick her face, but that is a completely different story.)  In fact, her age was more than likely the only reason that she is not a Darwin Awards nominee.  The fact that this woman has passed on her DNA is frightening, and there is no doubt in The Lifeguard's mind that her spawn will, one day, be on some sort of disability, living on the backs of the hard working men and women of America.  


There is also some lawyer, salivating, at the chance to sue America's pharmaceutical and cattle industries for producing such dangerous products as syringes and cows.  (Also a completely different story.)


The Lifeguard has no doubt that some day, Obamacare--in one of its later evolutions--will cover collagen and BoTox injections for all.

HFWTFMF?!?

Irony Redux.
It's ironic that Magic Johnson gets AIDS, and Magic Dick does not.

Never Forget

Remember the 2,977 Victims...

Speedos!

It's Unfortunate....

The Lifeguard was listening to the radio the other day, and the great Alanis Morissette song, "Ironic", began to play. Sure, The Lifeguard thought about the irony of a song called, "Ironic", in which none of the events were ironic. (And, The Lifeguard is pretty sure that he has talked about this before.)

"Ironic" is a tough word to define, dear readers. (Even tougher to explain to a 7th grader, but that is a whole 'nother can of worms.)

"Ironic" is Dennis Wilson drowning.

"Ironic" is Natalie Wood not floating.

"Ironic" is Lou Gehrig dying of Lou Gehrig's Disease. (Did his parents ever think, "Shit! We should've named him Bob?")

Which all got The Lifeguard thinking, how is it that Michelle Obama--the black Marie Antoinette--gets away with taking forty two (42) days of holiday over the last year? That is, dear readers, one out of every nine days, eating cheeseburgers, prancing about on the public dime, and flashing those "toned arms" to adoring fans and reporters.

[Ed. Note: Calling Michelle Obama the "black Marie Antoinette" has been deemed unfair...to Marie Antoinette.]

Of course, if President Obama had spent that much time on holiday, then perhaps he'd have had less time to meddle with the economy, to make speeches inciting class-warfare, or play golf. Wait! He has played a shit-load of golf. (Either that, or he has a part-time job as a caddy.)

Seriously, if the world is looking for an example of ironic, all one needs to do is take a long look at the residents of the White House, and the fuckwits who call Capitol Hill home.

Budget deal? The Lifeguard has got your budget deal right here!

Tomorrow, how The Lifeguard solves the budget crisis, gets the AAA bond rating back, and saves the world.

Peace!

HFWTFMF?!?

Putting the "Tonk" in Honky Tonk...

The Lifeguard recently took a trip to that beachfront paradise, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. (The pier appears above.) A mere 60 minutes from Boston, and a place where the shot, the stabbed, the pierced and tattooed can take the sun and enjoy the surf without fear of being judged by anyone other than The Lifeguard.

A brief stroll past the shops on the main street revealed tattoo parlours, piercing pagodas, and fried dough purveyors. (Remember, one must be 18 to be pierced or tattooed. However, The Lifeguard's observations revealed that a lot of people--especially young girls--have fake IDs, or boyfriends who have tattoo guns.) Indeed, there is nothing sexier than a pimple-faced teenager with stretch marks, belly scars, navel jewelry and a tramp stamp. In fact, The Lifeguard had to brace himself as he got nearer to hell (or, closer to the beach).

Upon reaching the sand, The Lifeguard encountered the cream of the crop.

There she was. A vision of beauty. A testament to years of tanning, without sun block. Her skin, like deeply tanned leather. A sun hat, hanging playfully on her cane, which was near her beach chair. I tried to turn away, but couldn't, drawn to the portable oxygen kit and the tattoos adorning her belly. Tipping the scales at a svelte 100 kilos, she was a goddess, smoking a generic cigarette and scanning the beach for men (or food).

There were pasty Canadians, speaking French and wearing Riviera Dink Suits. There were 30 year old women, trailed by a Benetton-ad's worth of kids. There were barely-legal girls, showing off their bodies, fully aware that they are built for sex. It was a frightening milieu, and The Lifeguard, after dipping his toes in the chilly Atlantic, retreated to his car.

Then, needing therapy, a drink and a tetanus shot, The Lifeguard left OOB. For good.

Happy Birthday, America!

You don't look a day over 200.

Speedos!

If a Republican Said It...

...he'd be pilloried. But, since it was President Barack Hussein Obama (who is still not a Muslim) who said that Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz (D-FL) is a great Congresswoman because, "...she's got a cute smile," it's all good.

Seriously? The leader of the party of free abortions and Weinergate, the defender of the fairer sex, gets away with this shit? Where is the outrage among women?

Hell, if the Democrat calculus was applied to Sarah Palin or Michele Bachmann (R-MN), they should be elected "Presidents for Life" given that either one has a far better smile than Wasserman-Schultz. But, then again, these are the same morons (i.e., Democrats) who think that Mrs. Obama has "...toned arms."

Clearly, the "D" no longer stands for Democrat; but, rather, for "Dumbass."

Now, this is not to say that Republicans are not immune from stupidity (or immorality). In fact, they also have these traits in spades. [Ed. Note: That is a bridge reference, not a racist comment.] The difference is that when Republicans show their feet of clay, the media rips them a new orifice. With Dems, it's different. It's okay.

If only Anthony Weiner (heh heh, Weiner) had just said, "Yeah, I sent the pictures," the tempest would have been over. Instead, he lied and dissembled, before coming clean. (Pun intended.) Similarly, then-President Clinton waved his bony finger in our faces, on national television, and said, "I did not have sex with that woman, Ms. Lewinsky." (Women praised President Clinton for using one of their own as a receptacle. Go figure.)

The tragedy here is that America's resources are squandered on things like Clinton's infidelities (The Lifeguard was horrified...that the most powerful man in the world couldn't get better than Lewinsky), then Senator Larry Craig's "wide stance" ("Just because guys fuck me in an airport bathroom doesn't make me gay"), or Rep. Weiner's...um...weiner. (To quote Bill Maher, Weiner's greatest sin is that, "...he didn't get any." To quote The Lifeguard, Weiner's greatest sin is that he sent pictures of his weiner, which, experts say, is more like a Vienna sausage or cocktail frank.)

And, for the record, The Lifeguard's schlong has converted to Judaism and legally changed its name...to Anthony...Weiner.

Now, where is Congresswoman Wasserman-Schultz's telephone number?

Beisbol has been berry, berry good to me.

Obamination!

A Moat? That Sounds Good.

President Obama, feeling empowered after leading the raid that killed Osama bin Laden, spoke to a group of Latino voters (some legal, some...not so much), telling them that he was the man who got Osama, and that he was the man who would recreate a Mexican paradise here in America. (If only those wascally Wepublicans would cooperate.)

Saying that he wanted immigration reform, and that he had single-handedly secured the border, he mocked those who are demanding completion of the border fence, deportation of illegal immigrants, and troops on the border to stem the tide of illegals.

"Maybe they'll need a moat," the President said. "Maybe they'll want alligators in the moat," the President remarked, in response to peals of laughter.

Which brings The Lifeguard to what we, as Americans, need and want.

First, we want a secure border. Not only does a crime occur every time an illegal immigrant crosses our border, those individuals do enormous damage to the United States. They carry drugs, weapons, and disease. They bring baby factories into the United States, women who will crank out "anchor babies," born in US hospitals, draining the resources of an already over-burdened health care system. (And, with policies that lean toward keeping families together, these babies provide a basis for leaving the illegal parents here in America.) Additionally, these illegals buy documents, obtain driving licences, and (probably) vote in our elections. (After all, no one seriously checks identification at polling places.) Finally, they take jobs (albeit crappy ones) from Americans, who are desperate for employment.

Second, we like law and order. By granting a "path to citizenship" to people who are illegally in the United States, the administration spits on those who are going about the immigration process legally. Now, if all of the illegals would leave and reapply, then maybe The Lifeguard will get on board.

Finally, using an ethnic group as a pawn for re-election smacks of the worst kind of racism. The kind of racism decried by President Obama (and Democrat politicians). By purchasing their votes, on the backs of the rest of us, the value of American citizenship is cheapened. The future of America is made more grim.

So, before we get ahead of ourselves on immigration reform, could we get a quote on that moat?

Speedos

Admit It. You've Missed The Lifeguard.

Dateline, Abbottabad, Pakistan. Terrorist mastermind, Osama bin Laden is still dead.

And while President Obama gave the order to take down the leader of Al Qaeda, the intelligence from the facility at Guantanamo Bay was integral to making it all happen.

So, The Lifeguard gives special thanks to Presidents Bush and Obama. (The former for opening the detention facility, the latter for keeping it in operation.) More importantly, The Lifeguard thanks the men and women of our armed services, as well as the men of Seal Team Six, for helping bin Laden keep his appointment with Allah.

Oh, and for the record, "There is no 'Seal Team Six.'"

A few more thoughts.

Isn't there a bit of irony that Pope John Paul II was beatified on the same day that Osama assumed room temperature? Can't we just give JP II credit for this "miracle"?

Why can a morbidly obese policeman stop The Lifeguard for speeding? The Lifeguard can't stop him from eating donuts. (And, The Lifeguard pays for his motherhumping insurance.) Seriously, The Lifeguard understands that some people struggle with their weight; but, when a 6' tall cop weighs over 300 pounds, and can't fasten his seat belt because he can't get it over his stomach, he is too damn fat.

$4.25 for gasoline? And all the while, oil and gas drilling permits are being held up by the EPA. Seriously? If the United States is not going to grab some oil in Libya and Iraq, then we should be grabbing it here at home. And, if you think gasoline prices are bad here, check out Germany. Yes, it is true that there is a lag between exploration and drilling; but, the mere issuance of a statement about increased drilling has the effect of lowering oil prices. It's happened in the past. It can happen again.

Why does any toll road have pot holes? The state collects the money for that reason, so why isn't it used for repairs. (Maybe it goes to pay toll takers?) It would make so much more sense to take down the tolls, give every driver a FastLane (or EZ Pass) and charge them accordingly.

Will the next Royal Wedding get as much press as the last one? Does anyone care?

Peace!

HFWTFMF?!?

Training A SEAL Team: Classified

Running A Black Op: Classified

Killing OBL With A Head Shot: Priceless

Happy Easter, From The Lifeguard

The Lifeguard only wishes he could "save" like He does.

HFWTFMF?!?

Who Watches Golf on Television?

More to the point, who records golf on television for viewing at a later time? Seriously, who does that?

The Lifeguard received a call on Thursday morning.

Friend: "Uh, hello. Lifeguard?"

Lifeguard: "You got him."

Friend: "Hey, um, I had to go out of town for a funeral. Would you go to my house, break in, and record The Masters?"

Lifeguard: "You're kidding, right?"

Friend: "No. I am serious. I am going to take Monday off so that I can watch the tournament. I mean, it's going to be hard to avoid any news on the tournament, but it's really important to me."

Lifeguard: "Um, yeah. What are friends for?"

The Lifeguard understands recording NCIS or The Royal Wedding (The Lifeguard will be in attendance, naturally).

Oh, and on my friend's door, I left this note on Sunday night:

"Holy shit! Who'd have thought that Charl Schwartzel could have pulled off the win?"

They Are Probably Looking For Some Harassment

The Supreme Court heard oral arguments in what could be the most significant case of the century. The women seek to represent the class in a sex discrimination suit against Wal-Mart, claiming that their experiences are indicative of a culture of discrimination at the Arkansas-based retailer.

Of course, the only winners, if the Supremes uphold the Ninth Circus Court of Appeals (who allowed the certification, 10-9, sitting en banc), are the lawyers who represent the women.

Their fees could be close to a billion dollars, including costs and expenses. Not a bad day's work. Each woman, on the other hand, would end up with about $1,000.00 in back pay and compensation. (Just enough to put down a payment to secure some liposuction or other cosmetic surgery.)

Aside from the fact that certifying a class in a case where every claim of discrimination is different, it smacks of the worst sort of Oprah-style justice, where every man is an ogre, and every woman--all 1.5 million of them--a victim.

One can only hope that the Supremes get this one right.

Like Father, Like Son...

Colonel Muammar Gaddafi (who is a Muslim) and President Barack Hussein Obama (who is not) are seen together, sharing stories about life, love and their mutual friend, The Honourable Minister Louis Farrakhan.

In this context, it is easy to see why President Obama took the easy route and let the French, the United Kingdom, and the rest of the world take action against the Libyan leader, who is putting down--brutally--the uprising by his people. In fact, President Obama was dragged, kicking and screaming (figuratively speaking, of course) into this morass, a day late and $500 million short.

Indeed, were it not for Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton (who, apparently, has the balls in this administration), the United States would still be on the sidelines. Not only did she urge action in this matter, she has been on the vanguard, the public face of America's response to Gaddafi's insolence.

But, to his defence, President Obama has had other things on his mind, like his Final Four picks (both men and women), a trip to Brazil, and lunch. In fact, one could make several comparisons.

The first, to the Roman Emperor, Nero, who fiddled while Rome burned. Similarly, President Obama seems to be dedicated to avoiding any action that might jeapordise his chances at re-election. Said Obama, "The American public is so fucking stupid, they will have forgotten everything by the next news cycle, so all I have to do is lay low." (Well, he didn't really say that; but, it seems to be a fair assessment of his strategy these days.)

The second, and more telling comparison, is to President George W. Bush and his administration. For eight years, we were shelled with accusations that President Bush was just a figurehead, who did nothing while letting his much smarter vice president carry the heavy load. (Of course, this ignores all that President Bush did do, but that is another post for another day.)

In this administration, Obama does nothing, Vice President Joe Biden opens Amtrak stations, and Secretary Clinton does the heavy lifting.

If anyone is listening to The Lifeguard, he offers Secretary Clinton the following suggestions to solving the Libyan problem.

First, work closely with the French and British to find out Colonel Gaddafi's whereabouts, then kill him, either with assets on the ground or with air strikes. (Maybe the Colonel and one of his sons will be together, and the sniper could get a "Quigley.") Every statement should begin and end with the admonition to Gaddafi, "We are coming to get you."

Second, get some reasonable intelligence about the strength of the rebel forces. It seems that this is all happening in a vacuum, and that the United States doesn't seem to know what is going on in country. This dude, Gaddafi, is bugfuck crazy, and has resorted to terrorism in the past. He has no qualms about bombing his own people, or about terrorising the world. (The Lifeguard was in that disco, in Berlin, just days before it was bombed in April, 1986.)

Finally, protect the oil fields in Libya. While this isn't our primary goal, it is in the top two. Gaddafi has the means (and the desperation) to pull a Saddam, and that is not good for anyone, anywhere in the world. If there is going to be blood shed, we might as well get a few quarts of 10W30 out of it.

In the meantime, The Lifeguard is watching the news reports and monitoring the situation. President Obama is having a late breakfast.

Who Is This Chick? Why Is She Still Here?

The last thing that the Lifeguard remembered on Thursday was going to the bar for a few pints of Guinness.

The next thing The Lifeguard knew, it was Monday and she was asking for breakfast and a ride to the airport.

Whatever.

Happy belated St. Patrick's Day, y'all.

Speedos!

The Lifeguard Prays For Japan.

The morning was somber, as news reports of the massive earthquake poured into The Lifeguard's sanctum sanctorum. The 8.9-magnitude quake rocked the Japanese capital and caused significant damage; but, thankfully, a relatively small death toll. The Japanese stock market fell 1.7 percent, and oil slid below $100.00 a barrel on news of the earthquake.

President Obama was awakened with news of the quake, and offered his support and prayers. The Reverend Jesse Jackson noted that, "This is what happens when power is stripped from the unions."

For the Greenpeace crowd, four of Japan's nuclear reactors were safely shut down; and, survived one of the worst earthquakes since 1900. The government ordered the evacuation of about 3,000 people, as a precautionary measure; but, was working to restore the cooling function of the reactor. Sure, the news reports might be a bit terrifying, given the media's capacity to scare people shitless about nuclear power; but, the fact remains that the epicentre of a massive earthquake caused the plants to be shut down, safely.

In other news, The Lifeguard wonders why, in the name of all that is holy, is Adam Sandler's, Eight Crazy Nights airing...in motherhumping March?!?

How much must it suck to have ugly cousins?

Why in crikey fuck would Barack Hussein Obama (who is still clearly not a Muslim) say that it is easier to be the President of China? Well, duh! Are we to assume that BHO would like to order the shooting of American students in Times Square? Or, keep the working classes down with state control of the media and a reduced flow of information? Or, just sell out America to China, in hopes of getting his second term there?

How long will it take for someone to take some action in Libya? It seems that France and Britain are on the vanguard, with the United States eerily silent. The upside is that there will be many new construction jobs created in the North African nation, as well as a near-certain surge in oil production as Colonel Gadaffi struggles to pay for new construction.

The remake of The Karate Kid sucks.

Murder by Death, however, does not.

Peace, y'all!

Pray for Japan.

Bi-winning!

Vatican Assassin Warlocks!

Witches and warlocks united to save Charlie Sheen from himself, casting spells intended to turn his life around and save him from "...bangin' seven gram rocks..." and porn stars.

The Lifeguard had hoped for something a little more sinister, like voodoo dolls and animal sacrifices. (The Lifeguard assumes that these are good witches and warlocks?) And, if there are any virgins who are afraid of falling victim to some sort of crazed human sacrifice, please feel free to ring The Lifeguard.

Converting virgins is just another way that The Lifeguard saves.

Boom!

Speedos

Bastards!

Yesterday, The Lifeguard was watching the end of the awful Miley Cyrus vehicle, The Last Song. Like watching a thirty car pileup, September 11th footage, or any interview with Charlie Sheen, The Lifeguard kept watching, wondering if Greg Kinnear really did die, just to get away from the wooden and talentless Ms. Cyrus. Indeed, if she weren't kinda hot (and worth a bazillion dollars), she wouldn't have anything going for her. (Well, she does have a pretty good voice...and great legs.) If this crap graces your TV screen, change the channel...or gouge out your eyes.

Another great film, Daylight, was on recently. The Lifeguard wonders why, in the interest of appeasing the part of the world that hates us, the World Trade Center's twin towers weren't digitally removed from the film's ending scenes. Seriously, The Lifeguard still gets pissed whenever he sees a picture of the New York skyline.

Indeed, had The Lifeguard been the mayor of New York City, (almost) the exact same towers would have been rebuilt with all due dispatch. Except, they'd have been taller, stronger, and more visible as a sign of America's might (and New York City's resilience).

Any Stallone film, with the possible exceptions of Rocky V and Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot, is worth watching; and, if the Rocky series is playing, give The Lifeguard a 30-rack and a bag of White Castle cheeseburgers.

Finally, why, in the name of all that is holy, does everyone from Buenos Aires (in the movie, Starship Troopers) look Anglo?