Securing this guy's demographic...


whatever it may be.

This is my first attempt at label design. If you don't like it I have a message for you...





...just a black man doing his thang bitch.

Check it out. That guy has a tattoo.


Hardcore.


Though he can't substantively argue the premise of his idiotic placard he did spell everything correctly. However, I must subtract points for the erratic use of punctuation marks.

I think he called Ronald Reagan his hero, and then during the next question said his hero is Teddy Roosevelt. Wow.

Maverick.

I guess it is just baseball. I guess it is just gray skies and concrete parking lots. I guess it is grown ups throwing balls while other grown ups scream and yell. I guess it is beer and food and buying and selling.

I get it though; in the end someone wins and someone loses.

Simple. We don't have to count votes in this game.

The team you would most like to have a beer with will probably lose the most games; They are drunk, fat, stupid, and probably too much like you to hit a ball far or make diving catch. Get my drift?

I'm on a high horse tonight.

Celebrate Milwaukee. This will be our last chance for a while.

We may be put in our place by the powers that be for being a bunch of uppity challengers of the status quo, but at least we got to stand up tonight and say, "You know what? Enough is enough. It's time for the little person to get her chance."

From here on, I don't much care what happens. The ball is rolling. Keep it going.

you like to dance to the rolling head of the adulteress,
you sing in praise of suicide.
we know you're useless,
like cops at the scene of the crime,
with your steroids and your feedbag and
your stable and your trainer,
i got a mail bomb for you Mr. Strong Arm.

before the sun goes away.


You should too.