May 042016
 

Well, I went to check on our esteemed governor’s Twitter feed this morning, and was greeted with the following:

govbentley

That’s right. Governor Robert Bentley—ostensible leader of my state, fondler of ‘Bekah, dodger of Wanda, and a man I voted for twice—blocked me on Twitter.

I can’t be sure which tweet finally pushed our favorite lecherous pepaw over the edge, but I’m guessing it was one of these:

  • I’d like to see us represent men of honor to future generations. As you are wholly unsuited for that, how about resigning?
  • Bobby, your top priority should be going home and being quiet for the rest of your life. Glad to help, sir! Godspeed!
  • Wow, man. Know what? I bet a whole lot of them managed that leadership without groping other men’s wives, too!
  • Indeed! Let us remember all the times we have cheated on our wives. I’m coming up with…nothing. How about you, Governor?

Do I feel badly about any of this? I do not. Do I think I am better than Governor Bentley? I do not.

Seriously.

It is not my place to sit in judgment of Bentley. He seems fairly certain to have committed some acts that I find truly despicable, but even so, I am a man, and we all fall short. (A rather important book tells us that.)

I do remember a time, however, when it was customary for a good man to own his mistakes, and in the interests of dignity and honor, try to atone for them. In the case of a man who held and abused high office to commit his sins, said atonement would include relinquishment of the office.

It is distasteful that there is a phone sex recording of Alabama governor Robert Bentley. It is disgusting that Robert Bentley is still the Alabama governor.

And, as I’ve said in other contexts: contrition that precisely coincides with exposure is probably not contrition.

So, run Bentley off? Yeah. I’d love to. I’d love to reinsert the concept of shame into his world view. That’s the point of my posts. I really don’t care a thing about nailing his sorry ass to the wall. I just want him to go home and be quiet for the rest of his life—somewhere besides the house that belongs to me.

So are you ready for the punchline?

The luv guvnah‘s Twitter block isn’t taking on my phone. Bug in the Windows Phone Twitter client? Don’t know. But I can still see his posts and reply just fine from there. As my friend Jason put it: my tweets are as unimpeachable as he is.

Let’s party, Bobby!

 Posted by at 9:16 pm
May 032016
 

For a few months in 2016, every week or two I’m going to have the hottest wings available at a different area restaurant and give you my thoughts.

crick1This review breaks my heart.

You have to know that up front. That is the case because for most of my adult life, Cricket’s in southern Madison has been a standard for hot wings.

I went with my friend Dan yesterday. Dan purchased my lunch for my birthday. (My review should not be perceived whatsoever as a commentary on Dan’s gift. I appreciate it, my brother.)

Cricket’s is a block north of the intersection of Madison Boulevard and Sullivan St. It does a brisk business. For lunch, you need to be there by 11 sharp, or you’ll wait. The 8-piece lunch special features 8 wings, fries, and tea, for $9.80 before tip. That’s what I had, at habanero strength (the hottest). Comes with one piece of celery (maybe; Dan had it, I didn’t) and dressing. That ended up being three drums and six flats for me, and our service was fine.

crick2

Quality: 2/10. Ridiculous!

That’s the only word for it. I can’t believe they served me these things with a straight face. These are easily the smallest wings I’ve ever seen in my entire life, handily “besting” the Beauregard’s experience I had a few weeks back. Did these come from quail? Robins? If I’m getting only two small bites from a drum, you have a serious problem. The only reason I’m saying 2 instead of 1 is that I ordered an 8-piece, and I (prophylactically? repentantly?) got 9. That’s some minor compensation, I suppose. But understand: these wings are so small, they’re mostly charring the bones frying them all the way through.

Flavor: 6/10. This is a mainstream buffalo wing flavor. The supplemented heat is habanero, and it mostly works. For the tiny bit of food that is there, it’s fine.

Heat: 4/10. Didn’t need a drink. Habanero present, but not nearly enough to hurt.

I can remember when Cricket’s was a destination for hot wings. In my experience: no longer. Huntsville-area wing connoisseurs: you can do so much better than this. If you haven’t had wings anywhere else in a long time, then branch out. Broaden your horizons.

 Posted by at 8:31 am
Apr 282016
 

We watched The Force Awakens this past weekend. Yeah, that’s a fine film indeed. No regrets giving it a 10/10. I had a can of coconut water with my salad at Earth Fare once. I didn’t like it. Now Lea and the boys have tried coconut water from Aldi. They didn’t like it either. We’re […]

 Posted by at 12:26 pm

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