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Things pissing me off today

Those Tina Fey American Express commercials, where she goes on a massive impulse buying spree without a thought to the amount or to whether she needs the shit she’s gorge-buying in bulk.

 

Yeah, let’s encourage idiots in a country where overall household debt increased by 11 percent in the past decade, and where households owe $16,000 on the average in credit card debt, to buy shit they probably will never use, because a vapid celebrity who never has to worry about paying her debts or living paycheck to paycheck does so!

How many of us out there can go into a sports store, and buy hundreds of dollars worth of stuff we don’t even like or know how to use – all because IMPULSE BUY? I’d wager not a whole lot of us can say that, and yet tool stick over here is encouraging us to go out and buy shit anyway – shit you can’t afford, but hey… you have a credit card!

Yeah, let’s encourage that kind of behavior! Not.

And then there was this cock swizzle in the Metro station today. As I’m walking by, he says aggressively, while leaning toward passersby “Does anyone have a dollar? Anyone still remember those things?” As if it’s our fault that he’s a freeloading piece of detritus.

5d8c164701d56762061717b75ace60e4Dude, I work two jobs and am barely making ends meet. No one owes you a fucking dollar.

Job. Remember those things?

I’m usually pretty sympathetic. I’ve given food to the homeless, I’ve contributed thousands of dollars to charity, I’ve adopted two kids, and I’ve taken a homeless woman to a restaurant and bought her dinner.

But give me a fucktard who aggressively accosts me in the Metro station in an accusatory manner, because I won’t give him a dollar, and the only thing he’ll get is a throat punch.

Yeah, it’s Monday, and I’m in a mood.

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Salon Shrewsplains Paella

paellaSome screeching, cunt-chafed harridan at Salon recently took to the Interwebz to shrewsplain to us why celebrities making paella in the wrong dish is apparently cultural appropriation. Mireia Triguero Roura sniffily tells us that while we were enjoying “unnecessarily gigantic meals” in our homes over the holidays (because she and her band of unshaven, rainbow-haired, perpetually offended harpies are ultimately the arbiters of what is necessary and what isn’t in other people’s lives), actor Rob Schneider was committing an act of nefarious cultural appropriation against Spain in his own home.

Spaniards were outraged. Some replied with angry, insulting tweets. Many sent pictures of their own paellas as inspiration. Others created fake, outrageous variations on the classic hot dog. A Spanish chef kindly took it upon himself to show the American actor what paella is and what it isn’t. For some hours, this became a trending topic in some regions in Spain. Schneider finally apologized and vowed to try to make it again, with all the new paella knowledge forced on to him through social media.

Massive raw lobster tails aside, Spaniards were reacting to what they felt was cultural appropriation of their cuisine.

Spaniards are certainly very proud of their cuisine, and we can be regionalists to a fault. No two towns can fully agree on what exactly you need to put in a paella. Some argue that onions give it the better flavor, but many will say that there is no place for them in the dish. Some take their issue with peas and fava beans, and others have unearthed family recipes going back to the 19th century to show that snails have a place on the rice. But small battles aside, there’s one thing everyone can agree on, and that is that one must cook paella in, well, a paella pan.

That’s right. Rob Schneider insensitively put stuff that he likes in his paella – in his own home – using the WRONG. FUCKING. PAN. – using ingredients he liked – and Spaniards lost their collective shit. Perhaps they should worry more about their abominable more than 18 percent unemployment rate, rather than soil themselves on Twitter because some celebrity posted a picture of his dinner, but that’s none of my business.

But then we have this Mireia Triguero Roura explaining just why it’s so offensive to cook what you want and how you want it in your own home, and I have to once again point to the fact that this cultural appropriation and perpetual offense garbage has jumped the shark. Hard.

The shallow and wide pan, with two handles in opposite sides, gives the name to this rice dish. And to some extent any rice dish cooked on such pan could qualify to be a paella. So even if we take this very low bar for defining paella, Schneider’s dish failed the test. As a twitter user pointed out he just made “rice with things,” or perhaps more accurately, things with rice.

Well… technically, that’s what paella is – rice with things. There’s vegetable paella. There’s seafood paella. There’s chicken paella, meat paella, mixed paella, you name it! There are also green beans, artichokes, and peppers – all depends on how you want to make it. So yeah – it’s rice with things, no matter how much snobbery you want to inject into your criticism.

To Schneider’s credit, where could he have turned to for a paella recipe that wouldn’t have infuriated most Spaniards? Just a few months ago, the famous chef Jamie Oliver failed the paella test again when he proposed a recipe that not only was again not made in the proper pan, but it also added something no Spaniard has ever seen in paella: chorizo. Just like Schneider, Oliver received his fair share of criticism on social media, and even newspapers reported the story as some outrageous insult to Spanish culture.

And why should Schneider give a shit if something he makes in his own home, for his friends and family, that he will consume “infuriates” anyone? Is he trying to sell it? No. Is he a chef in a Spanish restaurant? No. He’s a celebrity who posted a picture of his fucking dinner. Get over yourselves.

But unlike Schneider, Oliver is a chef, and a widely recognized one. So people will turn to him for advice. What are a celebrity chef’s responsibilities when writing a recipe for a dish that hails from a different cultural tradition than their own? How much should they stay close to the original dish and how much room do they have to be as creative as they want to be?

A chef is an artist with food. His only responsibility is to his customers, who will either love or hate his dish. He certainly has no responsibility to ask permission from the perpetually aggrieved about how he chooses to create. If they don’t like it, you know what they can do? Not spend money in his restaurant. Not buy the dish.

Did the Moors in ancient Spain, who began cultivating rice around the 10th century ask the Chinese in the Pearl River valley region who originated rice for permission to cultivate rice and use it in their dishes how they wished?

Did the Spaniards, who imported pepper seeds from Mexico in the 15th century ask them for permission to use them in their national dishes?

Saffron, a common spice in paella, is native to Southwest Asia and was likely cultivated in or near Greece. I don’t see the Greeks flinging “cultural appropriation” turds at the Spaniards for using that particular spice in their paella.

Food evolves, much like other art. Chefs explore new flavors, new spices, and new ingredients to make tasty dishes that stand out to their customers. Countries import various fruits, vegetables, and spices, and create new, interesting, innovative meals that vary with each individual palettes.

I’m guessing Mireia Triguero Roura is not that adventurous, nor is she open minded enough to understand diversity in that context, because when faced with a lack of things to be outraged about, these nags must dig deep to keep the indignation alive.

And she admits it.

It is hard to talk about cultural appropriation in food. For one, most cuisines have been developed as a result of the influences of many peoples, and hail from particular territories rather than countries.

Then perhaps she should stop talking about cultural appropriation in food. But no, she wastes many more paragraphs doing just that in the most inane, imbecilic manner!

A quick browse through the big food magazines in English reveals that virtually all have at least one paella recipe that includes chorizo—and most include other big no-nos among paella chefs. But most of them fail to mention that “chorizo” cannot be found in the dish in Spain. And in fact, most Spaniards felt even disgusted by the thought of it.

So what? Does that mean that others aren’t free to enjoy chorizo in their paella? Normal people just let others enjoy what they like, as long as it doesn’t infringe on their right to do the same. But apparently certain Special Snowflakes™ in Spain are unable to allow others to simply enjoy their own creations, so they have to destroy everyone else’s happiness, because it’s the only way they can validate their sad existences.

And yet if the nature of paella changes regionally inside Spain (even inside Valencia region), why should we allow those discrepancies only inside the borders of Spain? Shouldn’t we embrace, as David Rosengarten suggested in a Saveur article, the “changing nature of the dish” and “focus on the singular pleasure of eating it” instead? One could argue it should be a source of pride to see your cuisine become a source of inspiration for many around the world.

Unless one is a pretentious fuck weasel, in which case one writes entire articles waxing hysterical about “cultural appropriation.”

But at the heart of Spaniards’ battle to keep chorizo out of paellas around the world is the sense of protecting a sacred identity.

Sacred identity? What sort of fuckery is this? It’s food, ferpetessake! It’s rice mixed with olive oil, some veggies, spices, and proteins! It’s not like it came out of the Virgin Mary’s untapped asshole. It’s FOOD! Get over yourselves!

Earlier this year at Oberlin College, some students protested against a coleslaw and pulled-pork sandwich that was being sold under the name “banh mi,” which is a Vietnamese sandwich consisting of none of those ingredients.

manateeWell, color me shocked! Oberlin students – the mental institution that spawned the feminazi, child molesting landwhale Lena Dunham – are protesting something?

Take, however, two of the big immigrant cuisines in the U.S.: Mexican and Italian. Arguably, tacos ordered in Texas are quite different from a carnitas taco found in Jalisco. And “marinara” sauce in the United States has come to mean a whole different world from the original Italian word. But unlike Mexican-American and Italian-American food in the U.S., which are the result of large populations of immigrants settling in the country and bringing with them their food and recipes and adapting both to the ingredients and the palates of the land, the chorizo-paella (or the Oberlin “banh mi”) seems rather the result of non-Spanish chefs in a test kitchen deciding what belongs in a dish with what seems like little research or respect to the country of origin. And unlike most creations that are a result of culinary cross-pollination (think: the ramen burger), no one is changing the name to suggest this is a new creation. (I suggest we call this “choriella” from “chorizo” and “paella”).

So ultimately, what Mireia Triguero Roura is offended by is the word “paella.” Just like any other Special Snowflake™ she just haz teh sadz that someone has the temerity to use a word with which she disagrees to describe something as basic as food, made by someone other than she and her band of perpetually aggrieved shrews find acceptable, and therefore, since her delicate labia are bruised by mere words, she can’t help but publicly shame them for it. Nagging – it’s like Vagisil for the SJW soul.

Krishnendu Ray, a New York University professor of food studies, argues in “The Ethnic Restaurateur” that white chefs have more freedom to play with other people’s food than chefs of color do, which creates an inherent inequality in the field. To that, I would add that in a world where most people turn to the Internet to find recipes — and English is the de facto lingua franca of the online world — English-speaking chefs not only have more freedom to play around, but they also have the power to ultimately transform traditional dishes from other countries, without so much as an acknowledgement.

And of course, no Salon article would be complete without quoting some obscure, perpetually victimized “professor” of food studies, claiming “white privilege,” to give the drivel what passes for gravitas in the world of the culture jihadists.

Outrage? Check.

Cultural appropriation? Check.

White privilege? Check.

Ah! The recipe for progtard butthurt is complete!

Now, go enjoy your paella, heathens! Add some corn, tuna, and mayonnaise to it, and microwave it on high. And don’t forget to post a photo on Twitter and brag about your paella attempt, to really give this squealing nag something to gripe about!

Bloomberg is an embarrassment

For those of you who didn’t know, I graduated from the Johns Hopkins university. Its hallowed halls once hosted such big names as actor John Astin, Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist for the New York Times PBS Masterpiece Theatre host Russell Baker, Wolf Blitzer, director Wes Craven, former US President Woodrow Wilson, and others.

By far, however, the biggest embarrassment to have been spawned from my alma mater is New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg, who graduated with a BS in engineering in 1964.

It’s not just that Bloomberg is the byproduct of wealth and privilege, who will grasp any opportunity to prove himself large and in charge. He loves his AUTHORITAH! He loves drawing attention to his desire to be big daddy. He will disarm, control and ultimately destroy free will in a city that was once a beacon of freedom and hope to millions of formerly oppressed people.

Now New York City has become merely a nanny state haven for the authoritarian douchebaggery of Michael Bloomberg. I’ve often imagined him sitting in a big, leather armchair, thinking up diktats to “improve” the lives of the peons he rules.

And of course, since they’re all disarmed, their only choice is to comply or get the hell out.

For those keeping count, Bloomberg has already banned salt, trans fats, sugared drinks and self-defense. But that’s apparently not good enough, because the dumb Great Unwashed™ couldn’t possibly be entrusted with their own health, and therefore, the next ban is on…

big containers of soda.

The city is working on a plan to ban large soft drinks and other sweet beverages in eateries, theaters and most other venues, City Hall announced Wednesday.

The new rules, which could take effect next March, would prohibit cups larger than 16 ounces of any liquid that contains more than 25 calories per 8 ounces. That targets sodas, sweetened ice tea and energy drinks. Diet sodas and milk-based beverages — even calorie laden milkshakes — will remain lawful.

“Obesity is a nationwide problem, and all over the United States, public health officials are wringing their hands saying, ‘Oh, this is terrible,’” Bloomberg told The New York Times. “New York City is not about wringing your hands; it’s about doing something.”

Let’s set aside the obvious problem of enforcement for a minute. After all, what’s to stop a citizen from getting a refill of fizzy goodness in their nanny state-limited cup? And how much time in jail would said guzzler serve for such a foul transgression?

Let’s focus on the following: WHAT GODDAMN RIGHT DOES THIS PANTY-SHITTING TURDSLURPER HAVE TO DICTATE WHAT PEOPLE EAT AND DRINK?

And why the fuck don’t the people of New York stand up to this rancid asshattery?  Do they like King Bloomtard controlling every aspect of their lives? Have they grown so lazy and apathetic that they prefer his “benevolent” tyranny over personal responsibility? Do they feel that wrinkled dick skin knows better than they do what’s good for them? Do they not care?

And then you have drooling retards like Fox’s Dr. Manny supporting his dicksuckery with his own brand of drooling despotism.

Personally, I think it’s about time. Despite the fact that I hate government regulating how we behave, this one makes a lot of sense to me.  For decades, the sizes of drinks and food have gotten out of proportion.

Foreigners who come as visitors are often amazed by the portions of the foods that we serve in comparison to the rest of the world.

And of course, the fault lies in ourselves, because we keep asking for more and more, and companies are more than happy to oblige and find interesting ways to sell more.  Often this involves making foods or drinks larger and even more fattening.

We’ve come to celebrate restaurants that glorify high-fat, nutritionally deficit foods.  Take the Heart Attack Grill in Las Vegas, for example, which features ‘Triple Bypass Burgers’, and has landed in the news more than once this year after customers collapsed while eating.

I’m all for a free market economy, but at what cost? 

Apparently Dr. Manny would rather have the state suppress free will, personal responsibility, personal choice, rational decisionmaking and the necessity of facing the consequences of one’s choices.

I have never encountered a more disgusting display of statist scumbaggery! I have never seen such blatant disrespect by the state for the people that put it into power!

Fuck you, Bloomberg!

And Fuck you, Dr. Manny!

I’ll make sure to have an extra large Coke just for this occasion and toast the loss of sanity, respect, accountability and liberty.

Assholes.

Things to be thankful for

I sometimes get lost in this thick fog of anger, doom and gloom that almost makes me want to give it all up, buy an island, dig a moat, populate it with man-eating piranha, build turrets with lots of machine guns to ensure that no one ever comes for an unauthorized visit, and curl up in my fortress with old movies and Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for the rest of my life.

But every once in a while, I do stop and think how much I really do have, how much my life continues to improve and how fortunate I am to have the life I do have.  My life could have turned out very differently.

I’m thankful for my parents, who brought me to America as an 8 year old kid – who had the guts to start a completely new life in a completely new land, with little more than $300 in their pockets and the determination to not be held back.

I’m thankful for my kids – Redhead and Teeny – who give me hope for the future.  They’re smart, they’re loving, they’re talented, generous, kind, honest and honorable. Can’t ask for much more, can I?  They have developed their own views, and they’re not afraid to ask questions and share their ideas. Most of all, I’m grateful that they have enough respect and love for me to approach me with any problem and know that I will do everything in my power to help. I’m really thankful for the relationship we have.

I’m thankful for Rob. Yeah, it sounds cheesy, and he thinks I’m crazy for thinking he’s rare, but he is.  He’s honest – in this world, you don’t encounter many people who are willing to be direct. He’s independent and a free thinker – tough to find someone who has enough courage to stand on his own convictions. He’s smart, loving and fun. I’m glad we found one another.

I’m thankful for the Army. I entered the Army, because I thought it was an honor to serve the country that has provided so much opportunity for a kid who came here in 1980 without a word of English and a beaten down attitude thanks to years of abuse by the Soviet system for being a Jew. The Army gave me training, direction, inspiration and strength. The Army also gave me opportunities I never imagined, like working on the radio as a DJ, being a newscaster and writing the Army story for America to see. The Army also gave me the opportunity to travel, to see other cultures and appreciate them and to help those who needed it.

I’m thankful for my job. It’s a career and a calling. For the first time in my life I feel completely at home in my environment. I love coming to work every morning. I look forward to a new day and what it will bring. I know I’m doing something worthwhile for the country I love.  Oh, and I get paid for it… how many people can say that?

I’m thankful one of my good friends is strong enough to kick cancer’s ass, and is doing so.

I’m thankful another one of my friends survived what should have been a fatal car crash, and is healing well enough to actually try push-ups after having had his chest crushed.

I’m thankful my mom beat cancer’s ass.

I’m thankful I don’t have cancer.

I’m thankful I live in Arlington, that we live near a park on one side and skyscrapers on the other. I love tall buildings of steel and glass.

I’m thankful that despite numerous falls, ligament tears, surgeries, etc., I’m still in decent health and shape and can kick ass when need be.

I’m thankful that the vast majority of my friends are enjoying successful careers, children, family and lives.

I’m thankful that when a friend is in trouble, I have the resources to help out if need be.

I’m thankful that I’m working two jobs, because in this economy, people are having trouble finding one.

I’m thankful that my friends who are deployed are taking care of one another and themselves. I miss them, but I know they’ll be back soon.

I’m thankful for Homemade Pizza, Crystal Lite green iced tea with peach and mango, Tiramisu, meatloaf from Boston Market and homemade apple pie that a friend of mine brought to work, made from scratch by his boyfriend, and absolutely incredible!

I’m thankful one of my co-workers has a roommate who bakes cookies.

I’m thankful I have a bay window in my kitchen that allows the cats to lounge around in the sunlight.

I’m thankful for warm Rob snuggles and long conversations in bed until early morning hours.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Government in your fridge

We already know New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg is a Totalitarian Bag of Ass™. In 2009, New York adopted legal restrictions on trans fats in restaurants, forced salt reductions and banned smoking in privately-owned establishments – something I, even as a non-smoker, find morally offensive and antithetical to the very idea of freedom.

Of course the Totalitarian Bag of Ass™ never cared much about freedom. The Second Amendment is just another speed bump to overcome on his way to a statist utopia, where everyday, law-abiding citizens are disarmed and forced to rely upon the state for their safety and their very lives.

That’s why he had no problem advocating further government intrusion into your lives at the latest United Nations General Assembly summit on communicable diseases by vocally advocating nanny state mandates for health solutions. If you’re not sure what that means, imagine turning on your TV and seeing ads condemning all those yummy snacks you love to eat. Imagine the nanny state imposing extra taxes on your guilty pleasures (keep away from my Cheetos, assholes!). Imagine government requirements making pizza “healthy,” so that your greasy pepperoni and extra cheese thick, greasy pan crust turns into a dry piece of cardboard piled with tofu squares and low-fat, low-flavor cheese. Imagine this.

Then consider if you want the likes of Bloomberg or another petty tyrant in a three-piece suit telling you what you should eat… for your own good, of course.

“There are powers only governments can exercise, policies only governments can mandate and enforce and results only governments can achieve. To halt the worldwide epidemic of non-communicable diseases, governments at all levels must make healthy solutions the default social option. That is ultimately government’s highest duty.”

And here I thought the government’s highest duty was to protect the populace from violence by enforcing laws to protect individual rights.

When will the American public get sick of this garbage and start asserting its rights by voting these oppressive overlords out?

How does the social contract in any form translate to Bloomberg and his ilk sticking their extremities in your fridge or pantry?

Enough is enough!

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