I stumbled upon an interesting article regarding Nike designing a new sneaker intended solely (no pun intended) for the native american market. American indians are generally overweight and unhealthy and Nike is hoping this gesture will entice them to move their bodies some and adopt healthier lifestyles. The company isn’t even trying to make money off the venture. They’re selling the shoes wholesale to tribal wellness programs and schools, with the hopeful intent they’ll be passed on to indians at little to no cost to them. Nike is even funnelling all profits from this program into health and wellness efforts focused toward native americans.
What’s not to love about this, right? Well, there’s some dipshit doctor who runs a diabetes program for native americans who said she was “dubious of working with a corporation” in this venture. They don’t say what role she played, but she had to be some sort of advisor during the design phase.
This dumbass is probably some PETA loving, Dennis Kucinich supporting, hairy armpitted douchewad who automatically equates any company that sells a product outside of its zip code with evil. Say what you will about the Nikes, Microsofts and 3Ms of the world, but if it weren’t for corporations like those there would be no innovation or technological advances and we’d still be wearing shitty shoes that hurt us when we run, writing letters on paper longhand and wondering how to secure the wrapping on our presents.
This also says something about the preconceived notions we have about everything in the world these days. Make no mistake, I hate pretty much everyone and everything, but even I give someone or something a chance before I pass my judgment. It’s not my fault very little can meet my standards.
Maybe good fucking doctors can take a cue from retard idiots like me.
Here is my one astute observation from the Ravens/Cardinals game, which I attended at M&T Bank Stadium in beautiful downtown Baltimore yesterday: Anquan Boldin is really, really good.
This morning I wrote a blog post that detailed shit that went on with me this weekend. It was glorious in describing the ways members of my family performed heroically in the pursuit of athletics over the last few days.
When I finished it I looked it over and decided the last thing I wanted to do was post it to my blog. I have little to no desire to share anything about myself with the world anymore. I think that’s a really good thing.
Rock the bells.
I get that I’m dumb. People think that I’m dumb and then they treat me like I’m dumb, so I must be dumb. Still, I wish someone would humor my dumb ass and explain something to me.
The state of Maryland has a $1.5 billion deficit. To make up that deficit, we’re going to get the shit taxed even further out of us. From gas (which apparently is good “tax policy” because dumb fucks like me blame the oil companies for the increase in prices and not the government) to sales to services, taxes are going up. Thankfully I am dumb because I’m being told I’ve gone long enough without a sales tax increase and I should be grateful for that.
Anyway, the one tax increase I don’t get is the proposed $2 per PACK one that’s supposed to be such a big help in tackling the deficit. The state’s own fiscal analysis says that a cigarette tax increase will be good for $220 million the first year, but that number will decrease as people are forced or choose to quit over the high cost of smoking, among other things that get people to quit smoking. Like dying.
So here’s my question: aside from the fact that smoking is being banned pretty much everywhere in the state because people have already decided other people shouldn’t smoke while the government that supports such banning tactics leans harder on smokers to pay its bills, what happens when that $220 million does decline and we’re right back where we are now looking for another $220 million dollars to pay for shit we don’t need from the government?
I know, dumb question.
Sunday is my long run day. Every week I go out with a general route I plan on following, but I usually feel good enough to deviate from it and add distance at a time when I should be taking a turn for home. Last week I went what turned out to be 7.3 miles and felt both accomplished and retarded. Who runs that far voluntarily besides retards? This week I feel like I should join the retard hall of fame for pushing myself 8.6 miles, and at about a 15 seconds per mile faster pace than last week.
I am running a 5K race in two weeks. I was joking on a running board I participate on that 5K isn’t enough of a workout for me anymore and I should probably run it twice. Now I don’t think I’m kidding.
And by the way, I’m hardcore.