Friday, February 20, 2009

Republicans Make Pledge, Take It in the Butt; Abel Maldonado Wins Badass of the Week Award

From the State News Desk

State lawmakers got all the headlines this week as they struggled to figure out California’s budget, which was, as TRI has previously reported, “fucked.” After a long week that included late-night power struggles and senatorial sleep-overs that surely brought secret thrills to many of the chamber-members who oppose gay marriage, our fearful leaders came thiiiiiiis close to leaving the budget “fucked, murdered, and buried in the woods.”
Facing a $40-billion-plus deficit, state Democrats came forward a plan that was basically, “We’re gonna have to make some tough cuts and we’re gonna have to raise some taxes,” and the Republicans came back with, “No tax increases! And NO, we do NOT have a better idea! So don’t bother asking!”
Now, anyone who thinks they’re going to close a $40 billion budget hole without increasing revenue (through taxes) has a “math problem,” as our eloquent Austrian immigrant (and Republican) governor Arnold Schwarzenegger put it. But math wasn’t the Republicans’ problem — it was a “pledge” that almost all of them had signed, promising to never raise taxes.
The Republicans’ unwavering commitment to this pledge reminded us of their ideas on sex education, and their “abstinence pledges,” which was probably on our minds because of the recent interview given by Sarah Palin’s lovely daughter Bristol. Then we remembered that a lot of kids who sign those things circumvent by having anal sex. Then we almost got completely off track.
Anyway, we have no idea why our leaders can’t simply pledge to do the right thing for the state in each situation….guess that’s not as catchy as “I’ll never raise taxes.”
The budget was fucked and the Republicans couldn’t budge without risking having their constituencies crucify them for sacrificing their rigid ideology in favor of pragmatic crisis resolution. Instead, they chose to stall, and if they had stalled for just a few more days, the government would have run out of money and basically shut down. Which sounds kind of cool, except if you care about small things like roads, schools, cops, fire departments and healthcare. Small things.
But one guy finally did something about it, and we at the Raw Intelligence are proud to present this guy with our “badass of the week” award: State Sen. Abel Maldonado (R-Santa Maria)!

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Now this guy was already somewhat of an outsider within his own party. Last year, when our budget deficit was a paltry $2 billion (and they considered that big at the time), he petitioned hard against closing it through any cuts to education, which seriously rankled his Republican counterparts, who love nothing more than stealing money from schools. (Their kids go to private school.) He’s also pissed them off on issues like gun control, and by being Latino (he’s the only Rebublican Latino in the Capitol).
So Maldonado sat there in the State Senate knowing that his one vote could end the budget crisis, and he decided to play that chip HARD.
In exchange for his vote, he forced onto the ballot a measure that would institute an open primary system in California. This would allow Californians to vote for any candidate they want for state government, regardless of party affiliation. The thinking right now (which could of course prove to be pretty simple thinking) is that this opens the door for more moderate candidates and will make for interesting races in places where the electorate skews so heavily to one party that the primaries have basically been the real elections.
To illustrate why this is a good thing for California, let’s go back to what got us in this fucked budget situation in the first place:
“Governors and legislatures, in good (economic) times, overspent and over-cut taxes and didn't have the courage to make their pandering generosity just temporary.” – George Skelton, LA Times Capitol Journal.
That’s putting it simply enough.
When you put rigid Democratic spenders and stiff Republican cutters together in the same room, here’s what does NOT happen: They negotiate through difficult decisions, deciding where spending is most essential and how much of the cost burden can rightfully be placed on the taxpayer. No. What happens is, these stiffs just cut AND spend, and push the huge fucking problems inherent in that logic into the future — which finally came.
So anyway, we at The Raw Intelligence think having some more moderates like Maldonado in the room will be a great thing, and the open primary system should help make it happen. Both parties HATE the idea; they’d rather just sit on safe seats, keep their party talking points on the straight and narrow, and roll out some standard factory model D’s and R’s for battles in a handful of contested areas.
But somehow this Maldonado guy managed to sneak in and seize his one moment of opportunity to unleash this whole other crazy animal that nobody else from either party wanted to fuck with at all.
Despite the small brown stains on the trousers of some lawmakers, the taxpayers, of course, are the immediate “biggest losers” (in the traditional, negative sense of that phrase). They are going to be paying more taxes for fewer services, all thanks to past dumbfuckery in the state capitol. (Though you can’t say we don’t deserve it a little bit. After all, we lapped up those “pandering” tax cuts and new expenditures that Skelton was talking about.)
But at least we got to see all the politicians, dumb-fuck Democrats and remedial Republicans alike, get it good from Abel Maldonado. They signed their little pledge, and now they’ve got Abel’s dick in their butt.
Hahahahahahahahaha.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Death of News

Gary Kamiya of Salon has displayed extreme sharkiness on many occasions...but he's probably at his most eloquent in this piece about the death of newspapers. He argues that newspapers, and the true brand of objective reporting they provide, are a social necessity — one that is quickly being strangled by the invisible hand of a free market that gives people what they want, but not always what they need.
He suggests they should be subsidized, either through endowments or government financing. That sounds creepy as fuck to any trained journalist...but as a former newspaperman who hopes to be one again, I say fuck it! Give us that guv'mint money!!

http://www.salon.com/opinion/kamiya/2009/02/17/newspapers/index.html

Monday, February 9, 2009

Spending Money to Get Out of Debt — TRI Staff Roundtable

The Big Man, the 'Bammer, the Big O, the Head President In Charge got up and laid it down tonight. We at the Raw Intelligence really enjoyed his press conference. It's still such a bizarre experience watching Obama speak. The long pauses he sometimes takes, especially... It's like he's stopping to think or something. Weird.
Anyway, we're sure you've noticed that we really haven't had a damned thing to say about the economy, the Wall Street bailout, the proposed stimulus package, any of that awful bullshit. Well, what is there to say really? Rich fucks in New York and Washington fucking fucked us, and now we’re all fucked. And since the rich fucks are the only ones in the country with savings accounts anymore, they’re the only ones who will ride through this crisis without sustaining any major wounds…in fact, they’re probably having a great time with all the low prices out there right now on everything from real estate to airfare to hookers.
Anyway, we don’t have any economists on staff here at TRI, but we do have a couple folks (whoa…latent Bushism) who have dealt with debt. And in our staff roundtable, we found the Republicans’ recent claim that “you don’t spend money to get out of debt” to be patently ridiculous.

-- Kerwin Skill, TRI sports editor, noted that when he was facing mounting credit card debt, he called a consolidation company to get the monthly payments under control. This company charged Mr. Skil a fee.
-- Lazlo Krew, TRI entertainment editor, remembers owing a substantial amount of money to his local bookie. Mr. Krew hired a local street tough to kill the bookie, costing him several hundred dollars.
-- Artemis Crowntree, TRI training editor, once found himself nearly destitute after a “can’t-miss” stock went bottoms-up. He got back on his feet by starting a business in which he took groups on tours of beer breweries. He first had to incur the startup costs of purchasing a van and paying local police to ignore the underage drinking that took place on the tours.
-- Destiny Winterfrosty, TRI news editor, fell thousands of dollars in debt as a result of a failed business venture. She rebounded by selling cocaine at the bar down the street from her house. This enterprise required that she first purchase a large quantity of cocaine at a discounted bulk price.

So there you have it. The Raw Intelligence staff has spoken — you CAN get out of debt by spending money. Many other staffers, including the Editor and Publisher, had similar stories, but they were edited out due to questionable content.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Get Ready, San Diego — The Chargers Are Going to Drunk-Drive Themselves Right Outta Town

A Letter from the Editor

I would like to send two very urgent warnings to all my friends and fellow Chargers fans back in San Diego.
First: If you are driving down the road and notice your favorite Charger driving beside you, watch out! He is probably drunk or high as shit!
The arrest this week of Jamal Williams on drunk-driving charges is just the latest is a long line of alcohol- and drug- related arrests for the team, so if that hasn’t been enough to convince you that the Chargers are one of the most fucked-up party teams in the league, let me add some personal insight.
I spent a lot of time in San Diego and I got pretty close to some Chargers and was very close with some people who were very close with them. Here’s what I can tell you: The linebackers party HARD, with cocaine and vodka near the top of their menu. The offensive linemen are a bunch of beer-swilling alcoholics. I could tell you exactly where to find a couple of Bolts linemen right now, right down to the exact barstool. The wide receivers are fucking drunks. The secondary is by all appearances a group of upstanding guys, the only problem being they suck at football. As for the Holy Trinity, Rivers and LT are squeaky-clean and Gates, while he does hit the town with the fellas, seems to keep himself under control.
One of the funniest things to come out of the Jamal Williams DUI story is that he had apparently chosen not to utilize a special program set up by the Chargers to provide players with safe rides home.
This program was founded by former Charger Lorenzo Neal, and was called Safe Ride Solutions. The funny thing is the city of San Diego already had such a program, called Call a Fucking Cab.
Call a Fucking Cab actually was a network of several smaller programs, and most were open to all San Diegans, Chargers included.
If you were drunk on the town, had a few extra bucks and wanted to get home, you could just Call a Fucking Cab.
It’s really funny that Neal was the one who decided Call a Fucking Cab was insufficient, then started his own program. On three separate occasions in San Diego, I jumped into a cab wearing Chargers gear only to have the cabbie go out of his way to tell me what a degenerate drunk Lorenzo Neal was.

Okay, so now that you’re good and pissed at the Chargers, let me deliver my second warning: The Chargers are leaving town.
Now a lot of people are saying “they might leave town,” or “I hope they don’t leave town,” or “what will we do if they leave town,” or “I don’t even want to think about them leaving town.”
We’re not fucking with any of that. We’re telling you: The Chargers are leaving town.
They will play their 2011 season representing the City of Industry, east of Los Angeles. Now I know this is an emotional issue for everyone, including me. Even though I’m in LA at the moment, I want the Bolts to stay exactly where they are, in Mission Valley, in the heart of San Diego.
So I’m just gonna lay these facts out there bullet-style, cold-blooded. There’s no other way to get bad news.

• The Chargers need a new stadium.
Yeah, the new one is perfectly functional for the game and for the average fan, but this isn’t about football. It’s about money. Chargers executives look at the potential revenue streams a new stadium could open (seat licenses, luxury boxes, marketing partnerships, etc.) and they get sweaty in the private area. The NFL has already declared that the current stadium will never host another Super Bowl, which is really a kiss of death for the building, especially considering that San Diego is otherwise a first-class host city. The Chargers rent the building from the city, and have been involved in several lawsuits over said rent. Have you ever been in a dispute with a landlord? Did you find yourself thinking, “I hope we can work this out?” No. You thought, “I can’t wait to get out of here so I can come back and throw a brick through the window.”

• The Chargers’ “last option” in San Diego is not an option.
So after spending tens of millions of dollars trying to work out a new stadium site in San Diego County and being rebuffed by the city of SD and Oceanside, the Chargers have declared Chula Vista their “last option.” Only problem is, Chula Vista is not interested. The mayor of Chula just blasted the team with some weird news release that didn’t make much sense other than reiterating her long-held opposition to hosting the team. But hey, big deal right — it’s just the mayor. The real problem is the city ALREADY HAS PLANS for the site the Chargers are looking at. The retail-entertainment development that was scheduled to inhabit the bay-front site the Chargers want is hitting its own snags in these rough times, but it should work out and it would bring a lot more dough to the city than the Chargers would (because the Chargers would keep most stadium profits and leave the city to deal with the headaches).

• The Chargers can no longer afford to build their own stadium.
When the Chargers first approached the city about a new stadium a few years ago, the deal they offered was, “You give us the land, and we’ll build the stadium.” The city said no, and in the ensuing years, escalating costs of building materials have driven the estimated cost of a new stadium from $500 million to $1 billion. When those estimates started shooting up, the Chargers went looking for financing partners to help shoulder the costs. They couldn’t find any.

• Ed Roski has the land, the money and the design for a new stadium in his pocket.
Ed Roski is a part owner of Staples Center, the LA Kings and the LA Lakers. Ever heard of them?
He also owns this big patch of land out in the City of Industry, an overlooked little burgh east of LA. He has finished architectural designs for a football stadium at the site. He has completed the environmental impact report, which is the single biggest hurdle to any major development. He has the $1 billion to build a new stadium in his pocket.
No looking for financing help, no leveraging, no bullshit. The money is in his pocket.
Roski has indicated that he will not put a team in the site unless he is a part-owner. The Spanos family, which currently owns the team, has shown no interest in selling any part of it, but we’re sure a man with pockets as deep as Roski’s could work something out with them. Especially considering that Roski and the Spanos’s are close personal friends. Oh, had I forgotten to mention that? Yeah. Close personal friends.

• The Chargers can get out of their lease in 2011 for a relatively low sum.
The Chargers lease with San Diego allows them to leave whenever they goddamn well please, but they’ll have to pay a penalty. This year, it’s about $56 million. Next year, about $54 and a half mil. The year after that, in 2011, it drops to about $26 million.

• The Chargers just hired an LA marketing firm.
And there’s a lot of fucking people to market to up here.

Sorry for the colossal Friday bum-out. Fuck it. Go Lakers.

Signed,
Travis Lee Hunter
Editor and Publisher

Media Misidentifies Phelps Bong as "Pipe"; Man Smokes Pot, Cereal Disappears

Raw Intelligence Staff Reports

Media Misidentifies Phelps Bong as “Pipe”

The staff here at The Raw Intelligence has been traumatized, as has most of America, by the recent events surrounding Michael Phelps’ cannabis usage.
In a nation where our president (Barack Obama), greatest athlete (Phelps), greatest musician (78-way tie involving Bob Dylan and others), greatest movie character (Jeff Lebowski) and most trusted neighbor (Canada) are all acknowledged cannabis users, it seems the mainstream media does not know the difference between a bong and a pipe.
At a time when the media should be working to regain our trust after eight years of ignoring its essential role as a critical and skeptical watchdog, most mainstream news outlets continue to spread misinformation and take things out of context.
Almost all of the news headlines on the Phelps photo have referred to him holding a marijuana pipe.
Now, in the context of a head shop, where the owner is legally operating his business under the pretense that his goods are for tobacco use and calling something a “bong” could get him in trouble, that thing in Phelps’ hands is called a pipe.
Under aaaaany other context, that’s a bong.
As for a water pipe, well, that’s something that runs under your house.

Man Smokes Pot, Cereal Disappears
The other amazing development in this story is the news that, of all Phelps’ sponsors, only Kellog’s cereal company will be severing ties with him as a result of the photo.
The cereal company is dropping him because he smoked pot.
This is basically like a peanut butter sponsor dropping someone because they were caught holding jelly or a surfboard sponsor dropping someone for using sunscreen.
We’re going to break this down for the folks at Kellog’s, who are obviously too high to understand it: People eat cereal because they are hungry and lazy. Pot makes a lot of people hungry and lazy.
Put it together.