A group of parents say enforcement of marijuana laws has gone up in smoke at concerts held at the Del Mar Fairgrounds.
“I was appalled that marijuana smoking was being done so overtly with no attempt to hide it,” said a Carmel Valley resident who said he attended 16 concerts at the state fairgrounds this summer.
“I was offered a couple of doobies myself,” said another parent.
Yet another parent complained that vendors at the fair were selling purses, T-shirts and jewelry containing images of marijuana leaves.
District Agricultural Association Board agreed to consider the group’s request, including a possible ban on smoking at the fairgrounds, at a future meeting.
We are really creating a culture of cry babies in this country.
This week’s sign that the apocalypse is coming.
And who calls joints “doobies”?
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason AKA The Peoples Champ AKA The G you should have Killed last year The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
I was recently in a Nightclub in the Meatpacking district, or maybe it was West Chelsea. Not sure. No, it was Kiss & Fly. Or it could have been Marquee. Maybe it was Tenjune. I can’t remember. Like it matters anyways.
Regardless, I was attacking the spot with the kind of controlled mayhem not seen since the days of Lloyd “The Raggamuffin Man” Honeyghan, suited down, rakish as usual. Being the The Model Racker, Bean stacker, Zippo clacker you all know and love.
Taking a little break from the action, I went to the bathroom.
When I was tipping the bathroom attendant with a customary $20, the bathroom attendant was eyeing my Bankroll laced with dollars and colorful Euros.
He actually asked me if I could tip him in Euros instead of Dollars!
Wow. The dollar is pretty weak right now.
Walked back in the spot, spit some Game, and walked out the spot with a Moldovian Model Girl. So I am not really too bothered by it all.
Not bad for a Tuesday night.
The Rest is Up To You…
Michael Porfirio Mason AKA The Peoples Champ AKA The Game Doctor Spock The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Wayne Wonder – No Letting Go [youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NOgEcqxlTQ&hl=en&fs=1]
The United States sent nine boxers to the Olympics. After four days of competition, five remain. There are a few viable medal contenders within that group, but the team is reeling after Rau’shee Warren, the reigning flyweight world champion and the team’s best hope of winning gold, lost his opening bout, 9-8, to Lee Ok-Sung of South Korea.
Warren, 21, the only returning boxer from the 2004 Olympics, passed up a potentially lucrative professional career after his first-round light flyweight loss in Athens in an effort to fulfill his promise to his mother, Paulette, of placing a gold medal around her neck. His future, like his team’s, is now in flux.
Once a boxing superpower, the United States has had a turbulent few months, with Warren’s loss ranking as perhaps the most disappointing moment of its time here. The coach Dan Campbell went so far Tuesday night to say that the bizarre circumstances surrounding the outcome of Warren’s match, which he said was scored unfairly, threatens to dent the confidence of the remaining boxers.
Washington D.C.’s Gary Russell Jr., also a medal favorite, collapsed in a desperate final effort to make weight and was disqualified. It continued Sunday and Monday, when Javier Molina and Sadam Ali were defeated handily in their Olympic debuts. And it reached its peak Tuesday when Warren, who fell behind by a point with about 55 seconds remaining, presumed he was winning until the final 15 seconds, when he realized he needed to stop dancing around the edge of the ring and start throwing punches.
106: Louis Curtis, Washington, D.C.
112: Leo Randolph, Tacoma, Wash. (1st)
119: Charles Mooney, Army (2nd)
125: Davey Lee Armstrong, Puyallup, Wash.
132: Howard Davis Jr., Glen Cove, N.Y. (1st)
139: Ray Leonard, Palmer Park, Md. (1st)
147: Clinton Jackson, Nashville, Tenn.
156: Charles Walker Jr., Mesa, Ariz.
165: Michael Spinks, St. Louis, Mo. (1st)
178: Leon Spinks, St. Louis, Mo. (1st)
+178: Johnny Tate, Knoxville, Tenn. (3rd)
or an 1984 U.S. Olympic Boxing Team:
106: Paul Gonzales, Los Angeles, Calif. (1st)
112: Steve McCrory, Detroit, Mich. (1st)
119: Robert Shannon, Edmonds, Wash.
125: Meldrick Taylor, Philadelphia, Pa. (1st)
132: Pernell Whitaker, Norfolk, Va. (1st)
139: Jerry Page, Columbus, Ohio (1st)
147: Mark Breland, Brooklyn, N.Y. (1st)
156: Frank Tate, Detroit, Mich. (1st)
165: Virgil Hill, Williston, N.D. (2nd)
178: Evander Holyfield, Atlanta, Ga. (3rd)
201: Henry Tillman, Los Angeles, Calif. (1st)
+201: Tyrell Biggs, Philadelphia, Pa. (1st)
Hell, looking back, the 1988 U.S. Olympic Boxing Team was pretty sick too:
106: Michael Carbajal, Phoenix, Ariz. (2nd)
112: Arthur Johnson, Minneapolis, Minn.
119: Kennedy McKinney, Killeen, Texas (1st)
125: Kelcie Banks, Chicago, Ill.
132: Romallis Ellis, Ellenwood, Ga. (3rd)
139: Todd Foster, Great Falls, Mt.
147: Kenneth Gould, Rockford, Ill. (3rd)
156: Roy Jones, Pensacola, Fla. (2nd)
165: Anthony Hembrick, Army/Ft. Bragg, N.C.
178: Andrew Maynard, Army/Ft. Carson, Colo. (1st)
201: Ray Mercer, Army (1st)
+201: Riddick Bowe, Brooklyn, N.Y. (2nd)
Even 1992 U.S. Olympic Boxing Team
106: Eric Griffin, Broussard, La.
112: Timothy Austin, Cincinnati, Ohio (3rd)
119: Sergio Reyes, Marines/Camp Lejeune, N.C.
125: Julian Wheeler, Navy/Virginia Beach
132: Oscar De La Hoya, Los Angeles, Calif. (1st)
139: Vernon Forrest, Augusta, Ga./NMU
147: Pepe Reilly, Glendale, Calif.
156: Raul Marquez, Houston, Texas
165: Chris Byrd, Flint, Mich. (2nd)
178: Montell Griffin, Chicago, Ill.
201: Danell Nicholson, Chicago, Ill.
+201: Larry Donald, Cincinnati, Ohio
1996 U.S. Olympic Boxing Team
106: Albert Guardado, Topeka, Kan.
112: Eric Morel, Madison, Wis.
119: Zahir Raheem, Philadelphia, Pa.
125: Floyd Mayweather, Grand Rapids, Mich.
132: Terrance Cauthen, Philadelphia, Pa.
139: David Diaz, Chicago, Ill.
147: Fernando Vargas, Oxnard, Calif.
156: David Reid, Philadelphia, Pa. (1st)
165: Rhoshii Wells, Riverdale, Ga.
178: Antonio Tarver, Orlando, Fla.
201: Nate Jones, Chicago, Ill.
+201: Lawrence Clay-Bey, Hartford, Conn
and 2000 U.S. Olympic Boxing Team
106: Brian Viloria, Waipahu, Hawaii
112: Jose Navarro, Los Angeles, Calif.
119: Clarence Vinson, Washington, D.C.
125: Ricardo Juarez, Houston, Texas
132: David Jackson, Seattle, Wash.
139: Ricardo Williams, Jr., Cincinnati, Ohio
147: Dante Craig, Cincinnati, Ohio
156: Jermain Taylor, Little Rock, Ark.
165: Jeff Lacy, St. Petersburg, Fla.
178: Olanda Anderson, Ft. Carson, Colo./Army
201: Michael Bennett, Chicago, Ill.
+201: Calvin Brock, Charlotte, N.C.
Weren’t too bad.
2004 and 2008 are the weakest yet.
Got to love the ’76 and ’84 though. And ’60 because of Muhammad Ali.
I am young, I am handsome, I am fast, I am pretty and can’t possibly be beat either.
The Rest is Up To You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Game Doctor Spock
The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Read this before buying your Wack Girlfriend Jewelry
A reef of gold buried beneath this vast, parched grassland arcs across some of the world’s poorest countries. Where the ore is rich, industrial mines carve it out. Where it’s not, the poor sift the earth.
These hardscrabble miners include many thousands of children. They work long hours at often dangerous jobs in hundreds of primitive mines scattered through the West African bush. Some are as young as 4 years old.
The spike in gold prices over the past seven years has lured increasing numbers of poor people, including child recruits, to bush mines. The United Nations labor agency estimates there are now 100,000 to 250,000 child gold miners in West Africa alone.
If you wear a gold ring on your finger, write with a gold-tipped fountain pen or have gold in your investment portfolio, chances are good your life is connected to these children.
“Once in a while, one of the married guys in our crew would join the fray and throw down with his rusty wingman skills. Let me tell you, there is no worse wingman in the world than a married guy. They mosey in, totally at ease because, you see, they’re spoken for and don’t feel any pressure to impress girls anymore, and completely monopolize the conversation with boring Adventures from Married Life. They are like Venom’s black suit, leeching into every conversational crevice and taking hold, bonding with their hostage over recipe-swapping stories, until all sex appeal is drained out of everyone in a ten block radius. And the best part is they think they are helping their buddies get laid!”
