I deleted this blog post because it was kind of stupid, and it doesn’t fit this blog’s purpose. At the time, I was experimenting with search engine algorithms (that’s a whole different topic), and I learned what I needed to learn (and I can write about that another time), but I ended up with dozens of stupid blog posts that aren’t appropriate for my blog’s purpose anymore. I’ve kept other stupid blog posts that actually are appropriate content for Dysfunctional Literacy.
Presidents Jimmy Carter, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and Barack Obama were hanging out at Martha’s Vineyard for a vacation/summit. The presidents were initially polite, but after a few drinks, a few of the presidents started picking on Jimmy Carter.
“When you talk to Playboy, you never admit to lust in your heart,” Bill Clinton advised. “You offer the young ladies counseling like I did, lots and lots of counseling.”
“I’ve been called the worst president in recent history,” George W. Bush said, “but I still managed to get reelected.”
“Let me be clear, I killed Osama Bin Laden,” Barack Obama bragged, “but that is nothing when compared to the… uh, killer rabbit you fought off in your boat.”
After a few minutes of this, Jimmy Carter left the room without defending himself.
George H.W. Bush was appalled by the behavior of the other presidents. “That is an imprudent way to treat one our peers, even if he had a failed presidency.”
“Aw, c’mon, Pa, I’m not gonna make fun of somebody else’s failed presidency,” George W. Bush said. “We’re making fun of him because he’s not Ivy League.”
*****
WHAT DOES THE IVY LEAGUE HAVE TO DO WITH THE FINANCIAL, ECONOMIC, AND DEBT (and anything else you want to add) CRISIS?
One problem with the United States financial crisis is that there hasn’t been a really good scapegoat that everybody can agree on yet. Government officials blame the banks and big business. Banks and big business blame the government. Republicans blame Democrats. Democrats blame Republicans. Libertarians blame both Republicans and Democrats. Communists wonder what the fuss is all about.
When we engage in this typical partisan blame game, we miss the obvious culprit.
WHY BLAME IVY LEAGUERS?
Since most experts agree that the financial/economic/debt crisis has been decades in the making, it makes sense to blame the Presidents of the United States of the last two decades. And all of them (you guessed it!) are from Ivy League schools.
President Obama went to Columbia and Harvard. President George W. Bush went to both Harvard and Yale. President Clinton went to Yale and then Oxford (which isn’t Ivy League but is kind of a foreign equivalent, so he gets double blame; if you’re going to go to an Ivy League type school, at least stay in the United States), and George H.W. Bush went to Yale . If you’re the type that blames U.S. presidents for the country’s troubles, then you can blame all four, and all four are from Ivy League schools.
HOW BLAMING IVY LEAGUERS CAN UNITE THE COUNTRY
The country needs to be unified during times of crisis, and right now conservatives and liberals are at each others’ throats casting blame for this financial crisis. But this bitter partisanship is unnecessary. Of the last four presidents, two of them were Ivy League Republicans serving a total of three terms, and two of them were Ivy League Democrats serving a total of three terms (so far). This is perfect balance, making labels of Republican and Democrat irrelevant, and shifting all of the blame squarely on the Ivy League.
HOW TO BLAME THE IVY LEAGUE
Discussing politics can be dangerous. It destroys friendships and ruins family get-togethers. Instead of alienating friends and family by blaming liberals/conservatives or Republicans/Democrats, simply say what you need to say and blame the Ivy League.
Here are a couple examples:
- Those *$%@ Ivy Leaguers deregulated the banks in the 1990s, and then those Ivy League bankers went crazy with those bad loans!
- Yeah, and those *&*#@ Ivy Leaguers in government also spent too much money on wasteful programs, and now we’re up to our ears in debt.
See? If you blame the Ivy League, you can have a rational discussion, agreeing or disagreeing with the substance of the argument without raising your blood pressure over the conservative/liberal, Republican/Democrat thing.
Blaming the Ivy League means we can honestly talk about what has caused this country’s problems, and nobody has to get defensive about it, except the Ivy Leaguers. And face it, it’s about time those Ivy Leaguers got defensive!
STATISTICAL BREAKDOWN OF IVY LEAGUERS IN GOVERNMENT, BANKING, AND BUSINESS, AND THEIR INFLUENCE ON POLICY
Are you serious?
We don’t do statistical breakdowns at Dysfunctional Literacy. We gave you a list of the last four presidents. Our job here is done.
IF THE IVY LEAGUE WON’T RUN THINGS, THEN WHO WILL?
Since Ivy Leaguers have messed things up so much, let State School run things for a while. If that doesn’t work, let Community College give it a try. If they mess it up, then it’s High School Diploma’s turn. If they can’t handle it, then it’s GED’s turn. If GED can’t get the job done, then we can always go back to Jimmy Carter.
At least he’s not Ivy League.
I deleted the rest of this blog post because it was kind of stupid, and it doesn’t fit this blog’s purpose. At the time, I was experimenting with search engine algorithms (that’s a whole different topic), and I learned what I needed to learn (and I can write about that another time), but I ended up with dozens of stupid blog posts that aren’t appropriate for my blog’s purpose anymore. I’ve kept other stupid blog posts that actually are appropriate content for Dysfunctional Literacy.
I deleted the rest of this blog post because it was kind of stupid, and it doesn’t fit this blog’s purpose. At the time, I was experimenting with search engine algorithms (that’s a whole different topic), and I learned what I needed to learn (and I can write about that another time), but I ended up with dozens of stupid blog posts that aren’t appropriate for my blog’s purpose anymore. I’ve kept other stupid blog posts that actually are appropriate content for Dysfunctional Literacy.
The Murder of the Century: The Gilded Age Crime That Scandalized a City & Sparked the Tabloid Wars by Paul Collins
WAS THIS REALLY THE MURDER OF THE CENTURY?
So this guy whom I’ve never heard of in1897 New York is murdered, and his body gets sawed up into several pieces and hidden (not very well) in various places (this isn’t a spoiler because it’s at the very beginning of the book). If nobody has heard of the murder, can it really be a murder of the century? Keep in mind this was in the 19th century, so here are some other prominent murders from the 1800’s.
- Abraham Lincoln- Maybe it’s considered an assassination, but murder is murder, and the United States is still feeling the political effects of it.
- Jack the Ripper- Some might say that since he’s British, he doesn’t count, but he was one of the first documented serial killers (that I know of). Too bad there were no Londoners who could “think like a serial killer to catch a serial killer” back then.
- Lizzie Borden- Yeah, she was acquitted, but she still probably did it. The murder trial was very sensationalistic, and she has a cool children’s rhyme about her murder. If kids make a rhyme about you, you might have committed the murder of the century.
This book is called The Murder of the Century:(plus a lot of other words), not just because of the crime, but also because of the effect it had on police work and investigative journalism. It’s kind of like Casey Anthony/OJ Simpson meets The News of the World hacking scandal, only the hacking part is way, way worse.
AND YOU THOUGHT HACKING INTO PHONES WAS BAD
Today’s journalists have nothing on the investigative reporters of 1897. Most journalists today just hang out with other journalists and either wait to interview somebody important or interview each other. If they try to investigate, like hack into phones or jump a fence to take a picture, it’s considered criminal (for good reason, I guess). Back in 1897, journalists arrested suspects, stole property from suspects, cut wire of competitors, and paid off police officers and witnesses (I’ve heard that still goes on). These 1897 guys wouldn’t have just hacked into phones (if they had existed); they would have stolen the phones, used them before the theft was reported (probably to impersonate the original owner), and then would have been praised for doing it.
WHY YOU SHOULD READ THE MURDER OF THE CENTURY
It’s a fast-paced book with lots of details that don’t slow down the story at all. There are a bunch of interesting characters: detectives, witnesses, bystanders, suspects, reporters, newspaper publishers, prosecutors, defense attorneys, cellmates, jailors, and despite all these characters, I only had to go back once to remind myself who somebody was. Also, the reader gets a sense of what New York was like with physical descriptions and lots of references to events of that time period.
This book is good enough to be a bestseller, but it probably won’t become one. I, however, will most likely buy the author’s next book, as long as he doesn’t rush it and publish it within the next year. Take your time, Paul Collins, take your time.
WHY YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ THE MURDER OF THE CENTURY
As well-written as it is, there is no central character. That doesn’t bother me, but it might bother readers who are used to one person examining every clue and solving a mystery. This story isn’t like that. Also, the tone is very different from what we are used to with our own “murders of the century.” With OJ Simpson and Casey Anthony, there was a polarization and a sense of outrage that the case in this book doesn’t seem to have. The public seemed more fascinated with the murder rather than outraged, and I don’t know if that’s the way it was in New York City at the time or if that was simply the tone the author chose to use. Since I hate the cop-out answer (“It’s a little bit of both.”), I’d guess New Yorkers were more fascinated than outraged. If you don’t like morbid humor (some from the participants, some from the author), then you might want to avoid this book.
HOW DO WE RATE THIS BOOK?
4.5 stars out of five. Two thumbs up. Highly recommend. This would be a great summer read, but summer’s almost over.
TWO POSITIVE BOOK REVIEWS IN A ROW?
We don’t want you to think that Dysfunctional Literacy is going soft, so here is a short list of books that were so bad I couldn’t finish them (or read enough to give a fair review).
Smokin’ Seventeen by Janet Evanovich- More like Sucky Seventeen. Yeah, that’s a poor attempt at humor, but Janet had to know somebody was going to say it.
A Dog’s Purpose by W. Bruce Cameron – I’m the only person I know who doesn’t like this book (and I love dogs). It reads like it’s written for middle school kids, and I give dogs way more credit than that.
Betrayal of Trust by J.A. Jance- I dislike books where authors assume the readers are already good friends with their main characters, and I’m not going to start at book one of this series just to get acquainted.
Hopefully that’s enough unfair criticism of current books to get you to our next review.
You don’t have to be a hockey fan to enjoy a brawl on the ice, and you don’t have to be a sports expert to enjoy a BEST SPORTS JOKE EVER! Image via Wikipedia
A “Best Sports Joke Ever!” is an anecdote that even the average non-sports fan can find amusing. You don’t have to watch ESPN every day to laugh at a “Best Sports Joke Ever!” You don’t have to participate in a fantasy league or have the rosters of your favorite franchises memorized. The following stories might not be the funniest sports jokes ever, but since they can be understood (and maybe even laughed at) by the casual observer, they are some of the “Best Sports Jokes Ever!”
*****
WHAT IS THE GREATEST SPORT IN THE WORLD?
A football player and a soccer player were sitting at a bar having a few too many when they started arguing about which sport was better.
“Football, American football, is the world’s greatest sport,” the football player said. “It is by far the most popular sport in the United States, which is the only country whose opinion matters. Football has everything that makes sports great: violence, strategy, grace, finesse, speed, and even a little bit of sex if you include the cheerleaders. No other sport can claim that combination.”
“Soccer is the world’s greatest sport, you ignorant American,” said the soccer player, who was also American but forgot because he was a soccer player. “More people play soccer than any other sport in the world. You Americans with your need for instant gratification cannot appreciate the subtleties of soccer, its nuances, its gradual pace. Soccer is loved internationally, and nobody outside your country plays American football.”
“The world loves soccer because you can be dirt poor to play it, and most of the world is dirt poor,” the football player countered. “All you need is a ball. And that slow pace is not nuanced; it’s boring. Soccer is the only sport where you can get drunk, pass out, wake up, and nothing’s happened.”
Before the soccer player could become completely enraged, a baseball player interjected, “Both of you are wrong. Baseball is the world’s greatest sport. You don’t need a bunch of expensive equipment to play it, and both teams get an equal chance to win. Both teams get three outs per inning, so time isn’t an issue. It’s a perfectly designed game.”
The football player and the soccer player were about to mock the baseball player when a basketball player interrupted. “Basketball is the world’s greatest sport. It’s like soccer, but with fewer players, and a lot more scoring. It’s a game anybody can play, it’s exciting, and the world loves it.”
Instead of admitting that each sport had its good points, the athletes impugned each other, and soon the argument degenerated, with each sport having several supporters yelling at supporters of other sports.
“Football sucks!” one group would shout at the football players.
“Soccer sucks!” another group would scream at the soccer players.
“Baseball sucks!”
“Basketball sucks!”
“You suck!”
“Your mom sucks!”
Once the mother’s behavior was invoked, a brawl broke out. Punches were thrown. Teeth were knocked out. But despite the number of people involved and the amount of alcohol consumed before the violence began, no weapons were used, and nobody got bitten. The police were eventually called, and they eagerly broke up the fight with a healthy combination of tear gas, tasers, and batons.
As the athletes were being organized into groups (jail, hospital, and home), one loud-mouth athlete who was missing several teeth (they were missing before the fight began) said, “This proves what the world’s greatest sport is.”
The brawlers and police officers stared perplexed at the loud-mouth athlete.
“There is only one sport where athletes will stop what they are doing and settle their differences by knocking each other senseless on a regular basis,” the athlete stated.
“Boxing?” one police officer asked.
“No,” the loud-mouth athlete proclaimed. “The greatest sport in the world is hockey.”
*****
A TIM TEBOW JOKE
It was late in the fourth quarter with the Denver Broncos down 9-3 when Tim Tebow (who had up to that point completed 3-16 passes for 29 yards) hit a wide open receiver (the cornerback had fallen down) to get his team to the one yard line. Tim Tebow then rushed for the touchdown, dropped to one knee, and bowed his head in prayer for several seconds.
The Denver Broncos won the game 10-9, and in the post-game press conference Tim Tebow thanked God and thanked Jesus Christ for the win but forgot to thank his defense that had kept the other team to three field goals. During the press conference, he reminded the world that it was God and Jesus Christ who gave him the skills necessary to win the game. He also talked for several minutes about how much he loved God and Jesus Christ.
Then Tim Tebow’s really hot girlfriend ran into his arms in front of the crowd and cameras and tried to plant a sloppy wet kiss on him, but Tim Tebow stepped back and instead gave her an air hug.
“What’s wrong?” Tim Tebow’s really hot girlfriend asked.
“C’mon, honey,” Tim Tebow pleaded, embarrassed. “You know that I think public displays of affection are tacky.”
*****
LEBRON JAMES SAVES DIRK NOWITZKI’S LIFE, THEN CHOKES
LeBron James was dining with his girlfriend at a fine restaurant when Dirk Nowitzki showed up with his entourage. It was a slightly uncomfortable moment, but both superstars nodded acknowledgements to each other and went about their business peacefully.
Dirk was seated across the restaurant facing LeBron, and as they were eating, LeBron noticed that Nowitzki was making a face at him. Puzzled at first, LeBron watched as Dirk clutched his throat, strained his face, and even stuck his tongue out a bit.
The crowd laughed, and LeBron was a bit miffed. Yeah, he had made fun of Dirk’s alleged illness during the Finals, but that was at the arena and not in public after the season was over. LeBron tried to ignore the taunting, but Dirk’s entourage was laughing quite loudly, and the crowd in the restaurant was noticing his antics. Dirk then stood, hands clutching throat, his body shaking violently, and the crowd howled in derision at LeBron. Even LeBron’s girlfriend had a tough time controlling her amusement.
Finally, LeBron had had enough. He was tired of these lame LeBron James jokes. All he had heard since mid-season was “LeBron James chokes, Lebron James chokes, Lebron James chokes.” There is only so far that you can push a man before he breaks, so LeBron stood, strode across the restaurant to Dirk’s table, and punched him full in the stomach.
Dirk doubled over as a piece of meat flew across the room. Dirk gasped and announced to everybody that LeBron had just saved his life! LeBron was suddenly recognized as a hero. While everybody else had stood and watched Dirk nearly choke to death, only LeBron had had the presence of mind to use an unusual Heimlich method to dislodge the hunk of meat from Dirk’s throat. LeBron was once again king, and much of the national negativity against him dissipated. Times were good.
The NBA season started again. The Miami Heat were in a close game in the 4th quarter. Lebron took an ill-advised jumper, and the ball clanked off the rim. The home crowd booed, and as LeBron turned around, his teammate Dwayne Wade hit him full in the stomach. The crowd cheered as LeBron doubled over, the wind knocked out of him.
When LeBron regained his breath, he rushed Dwayne Wade, but the other Heat players got between them, and after everybody calmed down, LeBron asked Dwayne, “What did you do that for?”
Dwayne Wade said, “To make sure you don’t choke.”
It was the new millennium, and as God looked over humanity, He was again saddened and disappointed by what He saw. Humans had developed almost miraculous technology and yet were misusing it for their base desires. Men used technology for porn. Women used the technology for gossip. Criminals used the technology to help themselves steal and murder. Very little productive was being done with these wonderful tools that God had allowed/helped humans to discover.
And so God decided to step in.
First, God created an account on Facebook and friended everybody. When He was rejected by most Facebook users, God was stunned.
“Who would dare not to friend God?” God asked with indignation, tempted to set the world on fire.
But instead, God upgraded His Facebook page.
He put up photos of Adam and Eve with the apple, Moses parting the Red Sea, and Jesus walking on water. These pictures created a huge stir on the internet, as image experts closely examined the pictures for signs of image editing or anachronisms (God had made Moses take off his watch), but the photos were authentic, and people throughout the world began to believe that this particular Facebook page truly belonged to God.
And soon God had more friends than anybody else on Facebook, and God was happy.
Next, God went on Twitter. It was sometimes difficult to keep His good word to 140 characters, but He was God and the Twitter technology showed remarkable flexibility when God wrote too much. God used Twitter to shame individuals of their sins. He publically warned men (and women) not to cheat, not to watch porn (at least not at work), not to discuss politics where food was being served, and of course not to steal, murder, and the usual stuff.
Humans did not stop committing acts of sin, but the number of acts of sin decreased greatly.
Atheists, however, refused to believe that this was the work of God. It had to be a hacker with enough resources to check individual internet usage and deduce who was sinning and how. No amount of evidence was enough to prove to them that God existed and had gotten addicted to Facebook and Twitter.
“Prove that you’re God,” the skeptics demanded to God. “Perform a miracle for us.”
“Is nothing enough for you?” God scoffed. “I have just used Facebook and Twitter in a positive way to do good in the world. If that’s not a miracle, I don’t know what is.”
I deleted the rest of this blog post because it was kind of stupid, and it doesn’t fit this blog’s purpose. At the time, I was experimenting with search engine algorithms (that’s a whole different topic), and I learned what I needed to learn (and I can write about that another time), but I ended up with dozens of stupid blog posts that aren’t appropriate for my blog’s purpose anymore. I’ve kept other stupid blog posts that actually are appropriate content for Dysfunctional Literacy.
President Obama was dining out one night and was about to order dessert when a presidential aide whispered into his ear, “Mr. President, I apologize for interrupting, but you’re out of money.”
“Let me be clear,” President Obama said, “that is just partisan right-wing fear mongering.”
“No, Mr. President,” the aide continued. “Your personal budget is out of money. We need your permission to pull money from another part of the budget and put it into your account.”
The president and his aide spoke of money and budgets for a few minutes, and when the aide left, Obama relaxed by watching the restaurant television. A montage of public figures being physically assaulted was being played on a news show. Some guy was throwing a shoe at a former president from a few years ago. A couple political speakers got hit in the face with pies. A couple presidential candidates from the opposing party got glitter bombed.
As President Obama watched and grinned, he noticed a child approaching him, holding something suspicious. Before Obama could react, Secret Service agents jumped on the child, throwing him to the floor and frisking him.
“Why were you rushing the president?” one agent, gun drawn, said to the boy.
“Mmmfff, rrmmmfff, bbmmmfff,” the boy said, his face mashed against the floor.
“Mr. President, this appears to be a piggy bank,” another agent said. He shook the piggy and added, “There seems to be money inside.”
After agents released the child, the boy regained his composure and said to President Obama, “Mr. President, I heard that you ran out of money, and I’d like to help.” He took his piggy bank from the Secret Service agent and gave it to the president. “I hope this is enough to pay your bill.”
One of the aides whispered to Obama, “Mr. President, you can’t accept money from a child.”
“Let me be frank,” President Obama replied. “He’s going to have to pay for my spending sooner or later, so he might as well start now.”

