Saturday, February 14, 2015

Beck gifts waffles, pervy rabbis and their cameras and yacht monuments to billionaire ass-hattery


- There was no way it was going to last, but that doesn’t make the amazing reappearance of the PGA Tour’s resident wild man at the top of a tournament leaderboard any less awesome. John Daly, who has drank and drugged his way around the tour over the years and picked up a series of troublesome wives as he traversed the country in a pimped-out mobile home, hasn’t recorded an official tour win since triumphing at Torrey Pines in 2004. Yet there he was after the first round of the AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am, one shot off the lead after firing a 7-under 65. He ended the day one shot behind J.B. Holmes and Justin Hicks after a memorable round of golf along the Monterey Peninsula, recording his best opening round on the PGA Tour in nearly 10 years, The only thing he’s won lately – other than an exhibition in Turkey last year – has been the pity of people who marvel at his immense talent but lament his inability to keep his personal life and golf career from coming off the tracks. He’s still a two-time major champion, but a tournament volunteer still expressed mild shock when Daly completed his round. Of course, in true Daly form, he chased that effort with a 1-over 72 Friday and fell six shots off the lead, but no one can take away his best start since a 64 in the Byron Nelson Championship in 2005. Life at Pebble Beach has rarely been kind to Daly, who tied for 20th at Pebble Beach in his rookie season in 1991 and he hadn't made the cut in 10 tries since then. "That wouldn't shock me," Daly said after his first round. "I still haven't made it yet." He actually did make the cut this year and did so while wearing the screaming-loud Loudmouth pants from his own attire line. Overcoming those hideous, multi-colored pantaloons to miss only three fairways and need just 26 putts for the round was a fantastic feat, even if there was never any chance to Daly hoisting the trophy on Sunday………


- There are many indicators that something is wrong with the world. None are as loud or undeniable as a 222-meter-long (728 feet) yacht being built for $1 billion simply because some arrogant prick wants a boat so big that none of his fellow conspicuous consumption friends can top it. Meet "Triple Deuce," set to be the world's biggest super yacht at a cost that dwarfs the gross domestic product of noted world powers like Micronesia, Western Sahara and the British Virgin Islands. With all the integrity and character you’d expect, the owner of this waste of space, money and energy is choosing to remain anonymous for fear that peasants everywhere will revolt and find a way to get his head on a pike so it can be paraded through the town square as it should be. The opulence and wastefulness of the yacht is all about "boasting rights," said Craig Timm of 4Yacht, broker of the record-breaking project. "It's just like the competition to build the world's tallest building. When finished, Triple D-Bag will be the most expensive private yacht ever built, which should happen some time in the spring of 2018. According to Timm, the bill will top out at $1.2 billion, which doesn’t even count the projected $20 to $30 million annual operating costs – plus the filthy blight it will cast on all of humanity merely for being in a world where a colossal waste like this exists. All that seems to matter of the unidentified ass hat who will own this monument to ridiculous excess is that his or her new toy will be more than 130 feet longer than the world's current biggest superyacht, "Azzam," believed to be owned by the President of the United Arab Emirates, Sheikh Khalifa bin Zayed Al Nahyan. Never mind that $1.2 billion could feed so many of the world’s hungry or provide medical and other vital services to Third World countries because dammit, rich people need to chill on a yacht with a master suite that is two stories and stretches across 275 square meters -- including a private gym. Rich people, you suck donkey balls……….


- Waffles, Beck? You win an effing Grammy, you withstand the sh*t storm of Kanye West’s latest act of awards show d-baggery and your gift to the people who helped you win Album of the Year is a damn food truck serving waffles? Sadly, the rumors are true. After winning his Grammy and having West go moron with another bum-rushing of a stage, Beck treated staff at his record label to a waffle breakfast. An email sent out by Beck and Silva Artist Management confirmed that a truck filled with food from Waffles De Liege would be at Capitol Records Friday morning. "Dictionary.com defines WAFFLE as 'to speak or write equivocally' …but it is with NO equivocation that we say THANK YOU for everyone's hard work in helping 'Morning Phase' to win not only the Grammy for 'Best Rock Album' but also for the 'ALBUM OF THE YEAR.' It was a great night and it's a victory that we all share,” the email read. “As a means of keeping the celebration going just a little bit longer, we're sending over our friends from the Waffles De Liege food truck tomorrow morning." Great, so you’re sending over a mountain of calories on wheels rather than having an upscale restaurant cater the celebration for “Morning Phase,” which is a quick and easy way of knocking out something that should take time and effort and involve Beck getting up at a podium and delivering a heartfelt speech that doesn’t end with the industry’s biggest attention whore and one of its most-overrated acts hijacking the mic and trying to mac on Jay-Z’s lady again by insisting that her canned, overproduced pop music was once again better than the efforts of the person who actually won the award. But hey, at least Beck didn’t send over a couple of hot dog carts, so there is that………..


- Congratulations, Judaism. The rest of us thought that the Catholic Church had cornered the market on sexual impropriety by the men tasked with shepherding its flock, but if the actions of Rabbi Barry Freundel are any indication, then the Jews may have a few questions of their own to answer about why those in charge are abusing their power to get their freak on. According to prosecutors, the right rabbi is accused of secretly videotaping more than 150 nude women at a Jewish ritual bath. In the first revelation of the extent of Freundel’s freakery, authorities filled in some of the blanks for victims in a meeting at the U.S. Attorney's Office in Washington. As usually happens with secret meetings containing information that isn't supposed to go public, it took less than 12 hours for the details to go public. Freundel was initially charged with voyeurism late last year, but at that point the case hinged on the accusations of recordings of six women. At the time, prosecutors indicated that there were more victims in the case, but nothing they leaked suggested that the number was so much higher and the damage so much more extensive. This may not be on the level of the sexual abuse by Catholic priests over the years and maybe there isn't an epidemic of ritual bath nudity peeping tom-ism, but it’s fair to say that this doesn’t cast a favorable like on the Jewish faith. Here’s hoping this is a case of one sick freak abusing his authority to feed his deviant psyche, not the tip of a much larger pervert iceberg………

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