An Open Letter To Governer Ed Rendell

Dear Governer Rendell:

Fuck you.

Furthermore, fuck you.

I am a smoker. It was my choice. In this country, we have the FREEDOM to CHOOSE, even to kill ourselves with this nasty fucking habit.

For taking away my freedom to smoke where the fuck I want, when the fuck I want, all I have to say is the following:

1. Fuck you.
2. Fuck your ideals.
3. I hope you fucking DIAF.
4. If you don't know what DIAF means, try ACTUALLY CONNECTING WITH THE PEOPLE YOU SUPPOSEDLY GOVERN SO WELL.

It is in your best interest to not show up at the next Bud George Picnic. If you do, you run the risk of becoming my personal ashtray.

Fuck you.

With no sincerity whatsoever,

Eric Jacobson, Smoker, and one of the 12 million people who pays your fucking salary, over half of which are likely what? Smokers.

Douchebag of the Year

Yes, I know, it's not December, so I really shouldn't be proclaiming a DotY just yet. But in this case, I think I'll make a special exception. This kid look familiar? Those shifty eyes, that grin that says "I'm actually bullshitting you, but you don't know it yet," the overly-large forehead...

Yep, it's none other than Andrew Giuliani, son of former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani. Turns out that he was recently dismissed from the Duke (Sucks) University Golf Team for... are you sitting down?... Throwing an apple at another player's face, breaking a golf club during a tournament, injuring a teammate and verbally abusing the coach.

1+1=Douchebag.

Now, it's not like we didn't know this was coming. Remember back when the so-called "America's Mayor" was stumping on TV, and lil' Andy was sitting behind him being a little douchebag? In case you forgot, here's some stills to refresh your memory:

Nope, couldn't see this one coming, no sir...

So here's to you, Andrew Giuliani, the recipient of The Lost Prophyt Blog's Douchebag of the Year award. You can pick up your Horse's Ass trophy and your Super Anchovie Pizza in the dumpster outside of city hall, dicksplash...

Gone Daddy Gone

Score one for the good guys:

Karl Rove is resigning.

That is all. Let the parties commence.

Still Hiding

My "buddy" who loves to leave rather nasty comments, yet not post his/her name with them, has struck again. This time, with a ton of incoherant babble, such as how I'm some sort of psycho, my mug shot should be plastered all over the Intertubes, and all kinds of BS and rhetoric. Thing is though, they still refuse to post their own names. All they can do is criticize from behind the Anonymous tag.

I'd say that makes you the pussy, not me. In the meantime, though, just to give you an idea of just how wrong he/she is, this link will take you to a Google Search of my full name:

"Eric James Jacobson" @ Google

I've said it before, I'll say it again: My life is an open book. You read it on this very page. Not once have I tried to hide my identity when I talk smack.

You, on the other hand, aren't so gutsy, I don't think. You're probably some little teenage chicken shit who thinks that they're just "so far above" me. Well, Mr. or Ms. Soapbox, try coming down off your high Anonymous horse and give us your real name.

You wanna play with the big dogs? Then step up and act like it. Otherwise, it's back to the puppy farm for you...

One For The Others

To the people leaving me comments (which never get published), the ones that simply MUST tear apart everything I say, put down my ideas, and generally be critical of me and my work, let me just say this:

At the very least, when I say something (right or wrong), I have the brass pair to put my name on it. I don't have to hide behind the mantle of Anonymous.

You identify yourself (not with just a nickname or a fake name, but your real, full name), then we'll talk about posting your comments. Until then, the proof is in the pudding: I've got the stones, you don't.

I'm not afriad. You're a chickenshit.

And for the record, on that subject? I'm 100% correct...