Double standard for the hosts?

The picture on the left is a photo of the Canadian woman's hockey team celebrating their gold-medal victory after their win last evening.  The photo on the right is a photo of US snowboarder Scotty Lago celebrating his bronze-medal win from about 10 days ago. Take a look at these two pictures and tell me what the difference is.

 Canadian Gold Lago celebration

Both are celebrations but one is condoned and one is shunned.  Let's take a deeper look:

  • Scotty Lago, picture on the right, was asked to leave Vancouver quickly and to lay low after these pictures were released.
  • The ladies on the left (and who knows, one may be called Scotty), are hailed as heroes for their Olympic celebration.
  • Lago, age 22, was out after-hours celebrating with friends when an unauthorized photo was taken and given to the press.
  • The Canadian woman's hockey team left the ice for their locker room — a very private place where they could have smoked cigars and drank all night long if they chose — and returned with alcohol and cigars, and mugged for the cameras they  knew were there.
  • Lago is of age to be in a nightclub where alcohol is served.
  • Several woman on the Canadian hockey team are under age and were drinking illegally, including their superstar Marie-Phillip Poulin.

Not here to judge Lago or the Canadian woman's hockey team — it all comes down to respect.  Respect for rules set forth for Olympic athletes.  Respect for law of the land.  Respect for your opponent.  And most important, respect for one's self. 

At worst, what Lago did was in poor taste.  What the women hockey players did lacked judgment and broke the law.  Period.  I understand the euphoria these Olympians must have felt and what may have moved them to celebrate, but the hockey team had the coaching staff present and what they did was calculated.  And therein lies the difference.

Tick tock, you don’t stop.

Similar to the rules in football when an athlete gets too many concussions and has to hang up his spikes, should there be a rule in politics when an old, white has-been politician has more than 4 heart attacks, he has to hang up his Brooks Brothers suit?

I mean really, I'm glad that Dick Cheney survived his 5th go with his ailing heart, but c'mon — the big guy upstairs is trying to tell you to slow down.  (And no, I'm not talking about Karl Rove, you know — the other big guy.)

This would be a great time for Cheney's doctors to tell him to quit — quit the Sunday news circuit and quit bashing the current administration.  They should tell him to quit hating, as it does his heart no good.  Tell him to quit making the rounds as the history around his time in office has already been written and it isn't good.  Yes, it is time for Dick Cheney to stop worrying about trying to distract this nation from the woes brought forth from his 8 years in the White House — we are too smart a people to continue to allow fear to control us. 

We've moved on Dick, and you should too.

Lacking cooth

Frikkin’ morons – waiting area at Detroit’s airport is packed as we
wait out delays due to our lovely weather. And so many idiots place
their bags on the chairs while a host of people are standing. While I
don’t play that shit, I am moving in asking them to please clear the
seat. Wish me luck.

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Mile high club. Almost.

There I was, first class seat on my way to L.A. last week and I'm sitting next to this hot chick.  I swear it was one of those Kardashian sisters from reality TV.  Not sure, I don't really watch them but I see their appearances on Leno and Letterman — pretty sure Kim is the hot one that likes to cook.  

Anyway, we're having nice conversation and I'm thinking "cool, she is into me."  She keeps playing with her BlackBerry, and it appeared she was texting.  If I was in coach class, I would have turned on her quickly and asked her to shut down her device — it's against the rules you know!  But not in first class — she must've been someone important.

She keeps checking me out as though she's curious about something.  Then she asks.  "Are you an Air Marshal?"  I'm thinking, WTF — this may be my chance to move this relationship to the next level.  (Forget that my wife and 4 kids are sitting in coach, I'm making a plan here!)  I looked at her, looked around as though I was trying to keep a low profile, kept a straight face, and said "yeah, but don't tell anyone."  That was it — I'm thinking I'm in for sure.

She turned to her stupid texting device and keyed in something.  She shut the device down, finished her glass of wine, leaned back and went to sleep.  Not another word the rest of the flight.  But hey, I have a great story to tell my friends.

Konnichiwa (kon-nee-chee-WAH)

Toyota's troubles mount and for the first time ever for this brand, we've seen them really make a mess of things.  From the top-selling brand in this country to the center of a three-ring circus of controversy over the quality of their vehicles.  And don't be fooled — this isn't about recent quality, it's about failing quality over the past several years.  We're just hearing about it but look at these various recalls — problems that go back several years and cross several models.  Thirty four deaths attributed to sticky gas pedals — to date.  That number expected to triple when all is said and done.  

We hear today about problems with the Corolla name plate — the top-selling vehicle world wide.  Wow.  This manufacturer should be fined and their executives indicted on charges related to hiding this situation and causing the death of innocent people.  

C'mon Toyota, try to keep up.  Kaizen.