Wednesday, October 05, 2005

King of the Chavs

I regularly travel to the U.K., and in the last few years have become very interested in the growth of "Chav" culture (there are a variety of other names, including "Neds," which I am told means "non-educated delinquent and is used mostly in Glasgow). My English sister-in-law calls them "common people." (She lives near a centre of this culture, Bournemouth.)

"Chav," according to Wikkepedia, "is a derogatory slang term currently in popular usage throughout England. It refers to a subculture negatively-stereotyped as being uneducated, uncultured and prone to antisocial or immoral behavior. The label is typically (although not exclusively) applied to teenagers and young adults of white working class or lower-middle class origin. A male chav is sometimes referred to as a chavster and a female as a chavette, although chav is typically used to refer to both sexes."

In the U.S., think of these folks as the people who appear on the Jerry Springer Show, White Trash, or Po' Folks. They are rampant in England. Known for flamboyant clothing, loutish behavior, and reliance on the dole, Chavs are a major issue in some British towns.

Other descriptions, "'Chav's' are the 'young louts who wear cheap gold jewellery and baseball caps and hang around in shopping centres all over Britain.'"

"...they tend to wear tracksuits, walk with a pronounced stroll that encourages their gait and shoulders to 'roll' in a drug-dealeresque fashion, and that they are apt to say 'bitch' rather more then the average student of advanced biology (even though many of them are women). "

Here's a site with all you need to know on Chavs:

The attention paid to this classification has even reached the august New York Times, which recently profiled the "King of the Chavs," a lout who scored big on the lottery.

Friday, May 06, 2005

On Capitol Hill, We Call Her "the Other Woman"

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This is the resident of Rockville (or North Potomac) Maryland who claims an esteemed married Republican Member of Congress, with whom she alleges an affair, choked her. I just really HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT ANY OF THIS. Being that the Congressman is from the Scranton area, the local fish wrapper is all over the story.

Babes of Lebanon

Michael Totten has an excellent SFW gallery of the beautiful women of Lebanon. Notably, a commentator named Mike comes up with an interesting question:
"Has representative government somehow been linked to sex appeal? Clearly in Beruit short slogans and hot ladies made their movement TV friendly, but is it just a crass ploy."

Blogger Sucks for Pictures

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Here's the damn coin I was trying to insert in the post below. Maybe some day I will figure out this crappy system.

Where’s the Fat Elvis

The Nevada Treasury has unveiled an uninspired new state quarter. They have chosen some sort of goat and a hairy gold or silver miner. Now, these things probably represent an image the state would like to portray, but it’s just not the correct image everyone else has of the state.

What they really need is Elvis!! And not just any Elvis. They need the 1970s Elvis, in his jumpsuit, all jowly and paunchy. With tons of jewelry and those funk shades he wore. Throw some empty booze bottles and pills into the picture. Now we talking the official state quarter.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

May 5, 1945

The Day the United States Army saved Beer for the World
This month, there are many solemn remembrances marking the 60th Anniversary of the end of the Second World War. These are all just and important events. But today, the U.S. and Czech Republic mark another important event in the history of the war and in the history of beer. And what might you ask is this? Well, the liberation of Plzen in the Czech Republic. This is after all where the God’s of beer dwell when they grace the earth. No doubt about it, when you consider it’s the home of Pillsner Urquell brewery.

According to oskarku, when General Patton’s Third Army arrived in the town, the brewery was opened up, the barrels rolled out and the party began. It lasted a few days, until Patton had to pull back and let the Soviets into this zone.

But we know the citizens of Plzen never forgot who actually liberated their town, and today they celebrate with many U.S. veterans of the war. Here’s a little information on the liberation.

When I was a mere lad, I lived in then Czechoslovakia with my parents. Dad was gainfully employed at the U.S. Embassy in Prague. This was during the height of the Evil Empire days, when the Soviets held rough control over the Czechs and the U.S. was the enemy. We would often travel through Plzen on our way to Germany to shop for American foodstuffs, news, and what ever else we needed from the homeland. Plzen even then cherished its connections to the U.S., and held memories of May 1945 dear. I recall plaques commemorating the U.S. liberation, as well as memorials to American servicemen who were killed in the area. On several occasions, my paw would go there to lay a wreath.

This area of Bohemia is renowned for beer. For over 160 years Plzen has been famous for the production of Pilsner Urquell, light bottom-fermented lager beer, which I consider the real King of Beers. Some say it even has strong curative effects. I don’t know about that, but it makes me happy.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Mob Town and the Riot Act

In yesteryear, Baltimore had a reputation for a populace given to riots. Major riots ocurred in 1812 and again in 1871. In fact some of the first blood shed in the War of Northern Agression was spilled in Baltimore on April 19, 1861. In the 1970s, admissions to mental wards in Maryland even grew as a result of the 1968 riots.

Alas, this heritage appears to have gone to the wayside, with other cities overtaking us in this area. We did not riot even when the Ravens won the Superbowl. The closest were some fracases in College Park after the Terps one the NCAA basketball championship.

I bring this up only because I came across an interesting post on the "Riot Act." Yes, there was a Riot Act in England, and a superb police officer in the UK reminds us that his professional ambition is to read the "Riot Act" some Saturday night.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

My Inner Viking

Sunday night was my annual trip to the stadium to see the Ravens kick some. I get to a game or two a year, usually when the weather gets cold, or it's a late night game. Tickets magically appear.

I love going to the game! To me, it brings out the Innner Viking. Usually, some buds will get together beforehand to tailgate or hit a bar or two. We put on the team colors, our hats, and drink as much beer as possible before entering the stadium. The crowds grow as you approach, the energy builds, the chants begin. Funnelling toward the gates, we stop at the Johnny U statue to rub his foot for good luck. All we need now are axes, a long boat, and good wind, and we will be pillaging the villages tonight.

Inside, we move through the crowd of our gathered tribesmen, on the lookout for anyone foolish enough to wear a Browns jersey. When we see the enemy, we coil for the attack ...
And say, "good luck. Enjoy the game. "

Later, as the Ravens (lack of) offense bogs down, we scan the crowds looking for the fights. Almost every game, some jackass is hauled out by the "powe leece" for... I can actually never tell what for.

And then you wait for the Ravens to pull off some amazing defensive play, run back a kick for the TD, or see the opposing team punt for seven yards out of the endzone. And we win with our highschool quarterback.

Ah, it's good to Sven "the tall" in Baltimore.

Oh how tiresome the Sun...

Every morning, I shuffle out to the front walk to pick up my bird cage paper, the Baltimore Sun. Each day, even though I have signed up for "home delivery," the "papermen" dump the yellow bagged rag down the steps, under the shrubs, over the wall. But that's not nearly as irritating as the crap in the paper itself.

Like last Saturday, I read the following in a letter to the editor:

"If you are a Democrat, you have been fully disenfranchised from the national scene. The Bushites have absolutely no reason to even pretend to tolerate our opinions anymore. Republicans have proved they have a core group that will support a ruined economy, a dim future for our children, a botched war effort, dirtier air and water, corporate corruption and government secrecy, all in the name of their Christian values."

Speaking as a registered Republican voter in Baltimore City, I can say Amen Brother! I feel your pain. I have been disenfranchised on the local scene in Baltimore for ever. But you know, people actually tolerate my opinion, my kids have a bright future, and the rats are still running free and large. The Mayor still talks happy, plays in his band. I can register my car; nobody has come to take me away in the night.

And you will survive too. I have not seen any tanks in the neighborhood yet. The death squads are not coming. Your freedom to write such drivel to the Sun will remain unhindered.

Now if I can just get the papermen to get the Sun up onto my porch, then things will be good.