Prey for the Hunted

Clearly Russian billionaire Andrey Melnichenko has too much money but it looks like he may have something else to prove with his new bigger than “MEGA” GigaYacht called simply “A”. Melnichenko commissioned this yacht based on a design from Phillipe Starck that seems to have a whole lot of Battleship inspiration.

The “A” is 387 feet long, with three pools, one master suite, six guest suites, and rooms for 42 staff. I wouldn’t be surprised if this thing had a few Torpedo for those fun games that Billionaire Yacht owners like to play with one another. The best part of this super boat is not the 150 Million EUROs it cost to have built but that when you get ready for your sea voyage it cost $1.4 million to fill up with gas! Now that makes the “A” a 387 foot long middle finger pointed directly at poor people!

Today Monday August 25 was the opening day for the 2008 Democratic National Convention in Denver. Living in Denver and being an Obama fan this week feels like living history. The climate is electric in Denver with dozens of media personalities and hundreds of police in riot gear, with supporters and protesters, pro-lifers and ultra Christians shouting out Bible passages it is unlike anything I have seen.

For many I think it is just an excuse to get in front of a camera with this cause or that, and for others (like myself) I think it is just to be part of the spectacle but people are flooding the streets in Denver. It is amazing to see people taking interest, whatever there motivation, and all I can think is that maybe our American Democracy with all its faults and flaws is not quite dead. More than anything I hope that this electric atmosphere and this media circus translate into record voting in November.

When people think of partying they probably think of the epic hollywood parties of California or the Hipster parties of NYC, but Waterloo Canada seems to be trying to put itself on the party map. On a regular Wednesday night a fun loving chap in Waterloo is taking the term party to a whole new level. James Boppre is an ex-con out on house arrest for drunk driving and weapons charges, and he has decided that this particular Wednesday is something worth celebrating. Despite his previous troubles with alcohol he starts his party by rounding up some cheap whiskey which promptly got him in the proper mood for the good times ahead. The next part of his night would require some wheels so he got in his trusty old pick up, the D.U.I mobile, and hit up all the Waterloo hot spots looking for some female company. He found a charming young lass at an agreeable rate who was also looking to party. At this point our captain and his new hooker friend drunk drive around town to find something hard enough to permanently revoke his house arrest status.

Score! They find some crack and begin the enchanting yet tawdry dance known as the high off my ass hooker hula. For even the hardest partyers among us this party would appear to be in full swing, but for Captain Canada he is not content to let this night end like every other Wednesday binge. He starts the truck, butt naked, and with crack smoke pouring from his nostrils he mashes the throttle. As he reaches warp speed, blowing stop lights, and swerving from lane to lane he commands his escort to start masturbating. This party is officially at 11, spearheaded by a drunk, cracked out, naked, nascar imitating, hillybilly with a raging boner. Basically he is the greatest threat to motorists in the history of paved roads.

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