Tuesday, February 14, 2012

So Lonely And So Sad - That's Lethargic All Right!




Anna Blue - who are you?

I have no idea.

All I know is that this song came up as THE TOP SUGGESTION on a quick search for all the latest crap - er, hits - belched out by one Britney Spears...

I guess Brit can be lonely and sad herself, but still... This sure as hell isn't her...!

Excellent song, no matter what - I am seriously thinking of making it the official anthem of the lethargic blog right here...!

What do you think, ladies?
Uh, guys too...?


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Friday, January 20, 2012

Some People Truly Never Learn...


Old man Vince McMahon is said to be so out-of-touch with what the crowds want that he keeps rehashing the same tired old drivel over and over again, in hopes that, just as the adage has it, whatever is old can be new again.

Apparently the Muhammad Hassan fiasco wasn't enough for the WWE - there had been some more, shall we say, exotic influx of culture, talent and flavour in order to try and make the end product here ever moreso "current"... And so, now, in comes Jinder Mahal - new WWE "superstar"!

Make no mistake about it now: old man McMahon is still the one with the final say in all the storylines, what direction is taken, whose character get pushes, whose don't... He will continue to helm the ship until it sinks - hoping to be as successful at that in the exact same way that Bill Gates is ever since he "retired". Or as Hugh Hefner, a more plausible comparison too. Old man McMahon might get to be as productive as Steve Jobs was, instead - practically to his dying breath and still thinking of the end product... But you have to give it to the old man: he has known exactly when to extract himself from the proceedings, so as to not overexert himself so much, like a Ric Flair who, pushing 70 and is still way too much involved in the action... McMahon is slyly staying away from full-blown pressure - and thus, he may just succeed in outliving Jobs, Flair, Gates, Trump, Murdoch, Hogan, Michaels, Hart and everybody else of that ilk and caliber...! He is already assured of getting to be older than Savage and Jobs, isn't he. For a man like McMahon; you have to know that that has considerable importance for him... He's gunning now for the records of longevity held by his dad and Classie Freddie Blassie! Aren't you getting a bit overzealous though, Vince? You do have the Undertaker in your corner though, true. But we are digressing...

Why have an openly muslim wrestler at all, WWE? Just to make him the heel of choice, pre-destined to be the antagonist, no matter what? Isn't that far more offending than not having a group represented at all in your little universe of circus freaks now - wouldn't you agree? No one needs this - no one really wanted an Iron Sheik and Nikolai Volkoff walking-and-talking-caricatures either, back in the day: the NWA's Nikita Koloff was, at least, light years more realistic and respectful of what a Russian could be, especially in respect to the evolution of such a character. Can "Jinder Mahal" here ever evolve like this, in the present and future context? Highly unlikely. The very best that this character can ever hope for is to lose to main eventers for a (short) while - all the while carrying on his mediocre mid-card activities feuding with the likes of the Reality-TV Nexus crowd. And then - he will fade back to obscurity just like Hassan and a 1001 other mid-carders, jobbers and the like.

Now, if a certain other Vince was still at the helm of the writing chores, I could see Mahal (and his little brother Taj) form the core group of an extremist faction composed of four determined men - small in stature, not all that impressive by any stretch of the imagination, but an effective unit nonetheless. The whole would be, once again, considerably greater than the sum of the parts! They'd quickly take on, on a regular basis, four brats from the latest (supposedly) Tough Enough/NXT batch. (Pathetic to see, by the way: a four-letter word that isn't dirty at all get trimmed and compressed into a three-letter word - just for coolness' sake? Pathetic. And desperate.) And then the Qatar quatuor (let's say) would feud lengthily with a gang of Nexus rejects. And then some other faction that has yet to be done in the WWE universe (let's see now: they did bikers with the old D.O.A. and they did righteous extreme right Christian groups with the R.T.C. (Right To Censor). They did latinos with Los Boruicas around that same lamentable era - and they got the N.O.D. out there too (the late, oh-so-lamentable Nation of Domination.) They did every conceivable variation on the old NWA Four Horsemen - so, perhaps, all they need to do is bring back any one of them at this time? That's the ticket: a false sense of tradition through some hackneyed, forceful parody of continuity...! But I am digressing again...)

Soon enough, though, we'd have a bunch of factions at odds with one another - gang warfare, once again, because it is always what it winds up being in pro-wrestling anyways! Tis the very nature of the beast: you always have at the very least TWO: the faces and the heels, in their own terms/jargon... Two gangs or two brands - rght, er, right, Vinnie Mac?

And the table would be all set, then, for Mahal to declare a jihad on the WWE - another first for the company! Yay!

But perhaps that would be taking things way too far into the "realistic/sports entertainment mirroring reality" approach.

And even Titan Sports is afraid of doing that.

Thus, all Jinder Mahal can hope for is a quick three count (the equivalent of the 15 minutes of fame) make his exit and then come back as an anonymous masked wrestler whose sheer "mystery man" value might be enough to propel to... mid-card "superstar" status - again. Talk about running around in circles... That's what this sort of circus does with its performers - run around in circles and jump through hoops. And then, sometimes, when the hoops or cables are not reliable, an accident happens and they wound up crippled for life - or dead.

But that is another story - yes.

However, in this particular case here and knowing the WWE as we do, the hoops might imply a literal take on the name "Jinder" - turning the character into the worse possible farce as he becomes... "Jinder Bender".

Well, it worked for this guy, right...?


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Monday, May 02, 2011

Terminator Vs Luminator

January 27th 2011 - We missed our appointment with destiny, Ah-Nold and I - damn it!

The former Governator himself was in MY TOWN - and we failed to lock horns. How could I let such a thing happen - or not happen, really...

The fact is, I was busy. Not extremely busy, but busy nonetheless. While he was trying so darn hard to be funny, witty and other things that end with "ee" (they end with "y" really - but that's beside the point right now! So *Y* bother - indeed!)

I was busy - and, in retrospect, it makes absolutely no sense at all that I did not simply say "the heck with these so-called "duties" - I have an appointment with destiny and I am going to go for it!"

For "Ah-nold" and I disagree on just about anything; politics, arts, world views...

I should have just headed for the University of Buffaloooooooo - and kicked his wrinkled old muscled up ar$e...!




He said so himself there: in life, you win and you lose....

He belongs in The Expendables 2 - for he is...!

Me - I aim to team up with Belmondo and a bunch of Europeans for the E.U. version of that: Les Formidables!

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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Death And Taxes - the ultimate lethargic couple

Whoever is the bastardo who stated such an obvious atrocity: but it is true, it is so horribly true... There really are only two things that truly are 100% for sure in life: DEATH WILL COME FOR YOU... And so will the taxes collectors!

There is absolutely no way at all to avoid neither one nor the other - NO WAY AT ALL.

Life may bring happiness, it may bring strife. Love may be au rendez-vous - it may be not present at all. Ever. Riches may come in droves. Rags may be all you'll ever get. Fame may propel you to much-publicized little dramas - or all of your mini-operas may be sung in complete anonymity - save for the occasional audience that the boys in blue may provide, if your neighbours call the cops on you often for being too MUCH of a drama queen family...!

I could go on - but you pretty much get the picture already, don't you?

Death will be there at the end.
Taxes will be at every corner throughout the ordeal!


With that in mind - watch this crap:




And learn!






Sunday, November 28, 2010

If You Can't Catch Them In Real Life - Stage It



Some five years after *9/11* America still dreaded (and still does and will continue to dread) some new terrorist attack from Al Qaida...

The wrestling circus, always keen on being relevant and au goût du jour if it can be in a cheap thrill kind of way, decided to introduce a couple of Islamic wrestlers just then, to vastly capitalize on the fear of terrorism newly instilled in America while carefully threading on new territory with such a delicate subject...

And so was born Muhammad Assan (he had to be named after the Prophet, of course) who, together with his faithful manager (I forget the latter's name) would represent the "angry Islamic American" perceived differently ever since the tragic events of *9/11*.

Assan (why wasn't it Hassan, I wonder...) and his acolyte were basically doing the same schtick that made ol' Iron Sheik and his Russian buddy, Nikolai Volkoff, famous back in the early eighties. But that was cartoony wrestling action; this was political commentary; an attempt at that, anyway... The first lasted much longer than the second, as political climates evolved or endured... With such a constant atmosphere (which prompted President Barack Obama to state clearly that America was not at war with Islam; only with the threat of terrorism. With a name like that, Obama cannot be too much at odds with Islam, one would think; but that's another story...) and the psychosis that it develops on some psyches, *rasslin* or rather "sports entertainment" quite simply had to back off and cut it out.

Muhammad Assan was never seen again - his acolyte continued on, for a time, as a singles competitor, and then promptly vanished from sight as well. They were either unceremoniously released from their contracts or reassigned to the minor league OVW, to carry on as masked wonders of the ring, anonymous once again...

Such is the nature of the sports entertainment beast: a leviathan of sorts it may be, but one that balks down at the slightest sign of controversy that could hurt it at pay-per-view buy rates and house shows, where it truly makes its money.

Ironic, in the light of all this, that Muhammad Assan's last big moment was on the self-proclaimed biggest pay-per-view event of all, Wrestlemania (the 21st edition of it, for precision's sake) opposite the biggest American so-called "hero" that this kind of fare has ever generated: Hulk Hogan. (Heck, Terry Bollea has even portrayed this damn character under a mask too: rechristened for the occasion as "Mr. America" - so that does say it all, does it not... Search YouTube for that priceless evidence as well, why don't you now!)

All that poor taste was truly overdoing it. It was pushing it too far - into the absurd and too obvious as well - but what can we say: such is America's style. And more particularly, the style of one Vince Kennedy McMahon, head of WWE Entertainment - but that is another disgusting story in and by itself too...

Muhammaed Assan versus Hulk Hogan was the result of that; what was so 'different' about it and the days when Iron Sheik was constantly overpowered by the very same Hulkamaniac, I ask you? Not much at all, indeed...

Meanwhile, America's "war on terror" continues - and the elusive Osama Bin Laden remains at large,,, presumably...

If not Hulk, maybe they should put another all-American, true American on the case and get the job done within less than two hours: Chuck can go for it, perhaps?

(...)

And to think that all this came to mind after seeing Hogan -along with Jarrett, Styles, Hardy and Flair, of all people- take over the sad premises that house TNA - in such a sickening way as to remind us all of the myriad reasons why we all hate McMahon with such a stomach-turning desire to vomitar...!


As the older dude says, 'nuff said!

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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Pat and K.O.

What could be even worse than Keith Olbermann's regular hate-mongering rants on television - maybe Pat Sajak's reflective anger over the past?

Pat seems to be tired of being the "forgotten one-time late night talk show host" (sort of late night TV's equivalent of George Lazenby in the 007 universe!) and so now he vies for some sort of renewed fame and credentials as "the man" who injected some form of viral poison onto the airwaves of cable news TV - when he gave old K.O. his first chance at an initial salvo!

Of course, Pat is not exactly a very humble dude (somewhat hard to grasp why, given that he has not been successful at all independently from Wheel of Fortune and Vanna White...!) as he claims on his website, tongue firmly in-cheek (I hope) that his is the best site of all. His website is the center of the universe or something like that, verily...! Sure...

And, of course, K.O. is making waves now as his self-proclaimed mentor never could have (not with his meek, some would say gentle, amicable persona and on-air style - but that is besides the point right now, surely!)

For K.O. is, save for one or two rivals for the title, the undisputed "doberman of the airwaves" right now: I myself like to call him "Keith Dobermann" all the time, or "K.O." for short (usually, though, the only person he administers the K.O. to are himself and his network execs, perhaps - as ratings dip after each foot-in-the-mouth controversial moment he generates - but that is another story too!)

K.O. looks more victim than aggressor indeed, paradoxically enough, as one can see right here:



Now, Pat Sajak, famous game show host and one-time talk-show host, was told to be sad and somewhat dejected, even, over the fact that he is responsible for having given the self-made dobermann of the news realm his first start in broadcast TV, lo, those many years ago...

Random observers (like those commenters and bloggers on dimewars.com - just click on the picture above) were quick to point out that this was probably deflected anger - since Pat has many other far more suitable targets to go at it with. Like network TV - CBS to name it - and the way they dropped him quicker than 1-2-3 when his talk show failed miserably to gain even a fifth of Leno's and Letterman's audiences... (And it is even more pathetic now than it ever was before in the light of the accomplishments of the likes of Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon and Jimmy Comelatelies -meaning every other try-out host at Later or Late, Late Night...! But those are other stories, too...)

Yet, that was many years ago - right.
Pat is way past that now - sure.

One particularly vicious commenter targeted Sajak's HAIR, going as far as saying Pat was a "fashion emergency" ultimately! Granted, Pat has not changed his hairstyle in over... 30 years, perhaps. He has found something he is comfortable with and sticks with it, that is all there is to it. He is serene in that follicular lethargy that he is immersed in and none should criticize the man for it, though it may be extremely tempting to do so, surely. The fact is, in the field that he is stuck in for the rest of his "career" (game show hosting) there are not many choices of looks that one can go for... And aside from the short (very much so) break from game show hosting chores that he had, when he did have that talk-show on CBS' fledgling late night grid, the man never had a single chance to branch out for any significant amount of time - enough time indeed for, maybe, sporting a new look! He played it safe and stuck with what he knew worked best for him and was more widely acceptable in all of media: it is not his fault the hairstyle and clothes that go with it are like something out of a 1980 time warp!

Cut him some slack; heck, cut him some Sajak slack!

The hairstyle bit should not even be discussed, truly - for it is an old topic, at least thirty years-old, as previously mentioned...!

But the fact of the matter is... Sajak may deserve it after all. Because his Olbermann comment comes in the wake of very old news too indeed: the time he gave old K.O. his first break into broadcast media, way back in the late eighties or something!

Thus, perhaps old man Pat gets what he perennially deserves from his "fans" when they knock on his hairstyle or lack of charisma or something...!

Me, I think both men here deserve only one sort of put-down, on a regular basis: for their evidently low I.Q. and their lack of tact on or off the air, whatever the case may apply to each...!

Forget the Wheel of Fortune, buds: The Wheel In The Sky Keeps On Turning - as one famous luso-descent artist sang so well way before *both* of your "careers" got started! And your vain attempts at holding on to a niche for yourselves will not mean much in the Final Broadcast - LIVE from the true center of the universe!

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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Kill the bunny... and everyone else, eh


Easter almost always bring that sentiment to the fore: proving that there is an Elmer Fudd slumbering within each and every one of us?

''Kill the Bunny.''

Robot Chicken seems to say just that in its series of sketches that aren't always funny either...






To end with at least a note of intelligence:
here is something most definitely NOT from Robot Chicken
(about a certain lethargic-never-dynamic duo, notably...)





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