By DAN BUFFA, Columnist
Let's not waste any time this afternoon with this latest Express Dose.
~All hail Tyron Woodley, the University of Missouri, Columbia fighter who just flipped the UFC on its head with a surprising victory over Robbie Lawler. Woodley didn't just beat Lawler, who is known for having a chin partially made of concrete. He knocked him out in the first round, kicking off another round of uncertain future fights for Dana White to deal with. How about this 34 year old kid from Ferguson, Missouri?
He doesn't just win but he wins big and shines a fine light on MU as well as his violence torn hometown. Woodley is the third MU wrestler to win a world title. Michael Chandler, a native of High Ridge, won a title for Bellator MMA earlier this summer. Former Bellator title holder and current ONE championship welterweight champion Ben Askren, a 32 year old MU grad, is 15-0 and thriving. Great MU fighters winning world titles on a global scale is the proper way to salute the school where it all started.
~Cancer sucks. Truly. Yesterday, my dear friend and trusted rebel Troy Siade would have been 51 years old if Non Hodgkin Lymphoma didn't take him over 10 years ago. Siade loved the Cardinals and more importantly, loved watching Jim Edmonds play center field. The two of us ruled over the old Busch Stadium from the Manual Scoreboard up top the terrace level. We saw it all and had the best of times. In his regular job, Troy was one of the best lawyers in St. Louis.
After the 2003 season ended, Troy started to feel very sick. By April of 2004, he was gone. That's how quick cancer can become a real asshole and create all kinds of pain. Wherever and whenever you can donate to fight it, do it. Whether it's buying a shirt, wrist band, or participating in a run, don't hesitate. Young kids dying from cancer is the worst. Losing trusted friends in the their 30's is just as bad. I wish Troy was around to see these Birds win two World Series championships.
~Ron White makes Showtime's Roadies great whenever he is on screen. The comedy legend plays a veteran know it all story filled stage hand who spins tales about old rock n' roll bands such as Lynyrd Skynyrd. During Sunday night's episode, White's Phil told the young crew about his friendship with Ronnie Van Zandt, the lead singer who died in that 1977 plane crash that claimed three members of the original band. It was a highlight of the season and another reason why Cameron Crowe's ode to the hard workers on the road works so well. It's a sleeper hit because no one's life is in jeopardy and there are no swords and high drama. It's a simple pleasure show about life on the road and the immortal love people have for music, whether it be a new band or an old departed group of musicians. Crowe may or may not get a second season, but Roadies is a true pleasure and White is one of the big reasons why.
~Joe Maddon isn't an asshole, folks. He's simply playing a heel to the end of the road and back. As the captain of a young rebellious Cubs team, Maddon has left his old warm and fuzzy grandpa Tampa Bay routine in the shed and pulled out this pop culture activated skit that plays so well in the Midwest. He enrages Cards fans with his comments and fires up Cubs fans. The National Media loves him so much they would gift wrap a World Series to the Cubs just so they could start production on the Netflix original film about his 20 year coaching career. I don't hate the Cubs, but Maddon appropriately pisses me off. He's playing a role and playing it well.
~Who gets the bottom of my boot this week? Drivers who slow way down before they change lanes or make a turn. Please, for the love of The Nutcracker's scotch bar, make the move. I am not a road warrior. I don't drive 20 over the speed limit. I mostly obey the rules. No one completely follows suit out there but I try to every day. These asshats try to slow it all down while they depart the road into the nearby parking lot and guess what? Most of the time, they slow down on purpose just to make the person in route behind them mad. It's true. It shouldn't take an act of Congress to make you change lanes. Be better tomorrow.
That's it. Five quick express doses. Boom! A final word of advice for my We Are Live Radio Live Blog reading homies: Don't let uncertainty drown your ambitions. If we were all unafraid of uncertain futures, nothing would get done. Dreams would be complete fairy tales. Keep pushing, lady and gent friends. Nothing is handed to you in this life or guaranteed. You have to go out and get it. You have to work hard and bust your ass in the pursuit of something others will you is unattainable. Forget tomorrow. Win today.
As the great Henry Rollins said, "There's no such thing as down time. There's only life time."
Thanks for reading and do me a favor. Go kick Monday's ass. Tuesday may just blink.
By DAN BUFFA, We Are Live Radio columnist
There's really no place like home, ladies and gentlemen. The familiar saying carries weight all over the world, and it cuts deepest with where one calls home. That may not be where they live at the moment. Our apartment may just be a place for our stuff and to sleep. Our home may be a different place. Somewhere that takes a little effort getting back to.
On July 5th, I moved back to St. Louis with my son Vincent after spending nearly 19 months in Little Rock, Arkansas, a place worth waving off as you head down I-55 for Memphis. It wasn't an easy decision. There was an opportunity to kickstart a career back in The Lou while my wife finished up work down south. Any single parent can attest that the difficulty in charging after a dream job and taking care of a wildly energetic four year old is truly running with the wolves.
I was up for it for one simple reason. St. Louis is pretty awesome.
Sure, it's not for everybody and has turned into a violent inhabitant of hate during the past two years. The shooting death of Michael Brown sparked a deadly outburst in North City that hasn't lost a flame two years later. When you mention St. Louis these days, people try to look away or wonder what is going on there. They ask you why you stick around. I tell them it's not perfect. It's just home to me.
I grew up South City. Tholozan and Kingshighway. Right next to the Hill. I ran around those streets as a kid and run around them today as an adult catching his fitness fix. There's a familiarity that I look forward to when I drive down Chippewa and that includes all kinds of memories. The days of watching Jean Claude Van Damme in Nowhere to Run three times on a Saturday at the Avalon for a total of fifteen cents. The days of treating 7-11 like a pit stop during my adolescent years. Driving to the Esquire 8 for a flick with my dad and hoping they put the new release in the main auditorium, which was my cathedral to pray to the movie gods for a week spent in school.
There are so many things about this city that don't exist elsewhere for me. When you spend nearly two years away from your hometown, there is a re-connection that happens upon your return. It's like plugging your phone into the one outlet in the house that actually works. Here are a few of the things that I have done in the past five weeks since my return to St. Louis.
~Drink a cup of coffee at Shaw's Coffee. When I leave my radio show at seven in the morning, I drive over to Shaw and Marconi and get a real macchiato. Something Starbucks simply doesn't understand. You tell a "barista" at the Bux to make you a macchiato and fail to say caramel or latte in front of it and they look at you as if you mentioned quantum physics. The lady at Shaw's knows exactly what I want and throws four shots of espresso and some foam into a small cup. I nod to the table of old wise men and depart. That's my place. It's getting hit as hard as one can with espresso and getting a mood boost out of it.
~A sandwich at Mom's Deli. The beloved Dolores Vago, the Mom of "Mom's Deli", passed away this week at the age of 92. If the world works the right way, her deli will be open another 92 years. There's nothing like it. Sorry LeGrand's and Amighetti's. You don't compare nor stand a chance to the simplicity and ferocity of a Mom's Special. A Subway club type sandwich but made with fresh ingredients and warm lovely bread instead of dry meat and stale bread. Add a special sauce that brings it all together. I've eaten there at least 30 times and it never changes. Love at first sight is one thing. Quality over seven years is quite another.
~A run down Fyler. I step outside my house and take off. Up Mardel avenue, across Wabosh/McCausland, and down to Fyler. I run down all the way to Kingshighway and around to Chippewa. Along the way, I see a cast of people that could get screen time on The Walking Dead, Sopranos, and The Wire. That's my city. It smells a certain way and that isn't just the fresh cut grass as you run up the sidewalks of Tilles Park off Hampton and Fyler. It's a six mile trek that kicks my ass and reminds me that home is a simple pleasure. The streets never change. They welcome you without a stop watch but a demand. Say hello and be kind to the next patch of pavement. Most importantly, come back.
~A game at Busch. My second home. My girlfriend on the side. A ballpark wrapped inside a building. A place where sorrow and happiness play a chess game that lasts seven months and includes up to three seasons of weather. It doesn't matter where I sit. If I am inside Busch watching Adam Wainwright spin curveballs towards the plate and seeing Yadier Molina command the field like Dutch in Predator, I am home. I can lean back in my seat and close my eyes. Listening to the crack of the bat or the roar of the crowd. It's a visual stunner or a trusted book on tape that requires no headphones. The Cards can go 40-122 or 100-62 and I will be addicted no matter what.
~Smoking a cigar in the lounge with my dad in Richmond Heights. My dad is a cut the shit cigar smoker. He transformed his garage into a cigar parlor complete with a sliding glass door, fan, and big screen television. There's nothing like lighting up a brick packed cigar with my old man and watching a movie for the 55th time. We recite dialogue before it comes out of the actors mouth, crack jokes about it, and say a few inappropriate things about the females that makes my wife elbow me in the ribs because Vincent repeats everything I say(and I mean everything). We can sit there and unplug. I can stop thinking about what I need to do tomorrow and if Vinny is okay. My dad can hang out with his friend. At 34 years old, no one is a closer friend than my dad. Cigars and a cup of coffee as strong as an ox are usually included.
What is home to you? A place or an experience? Both? For me, it's everything about St. Louis. Driving down Manchester at 10 o'clock at night. Hanging out with my St. Louis Game Time colleagues and diehard Blues fans before a game. Riding the metro. Going to La Cosecha Coffee in Maplewood. So many places, memories, and things. I grew up here. I got married here. My son was born here. I'll die here.
St. Louis isn't just my home. It's a part of my DNA. A book with pages that mean something different to me.
Do you have a place like that? If not, find one and never let it out of your sight.
By DAN BUFFA, We Are Live Columnist
Welcome to the Express Dose of Buffa. Before the week can officially kick off and register, I unleash quick hot takes from the South City corner of cyber space. You can read this in between exiting work and taking that first sip of your preferred evening beverage. Follow me to the unfiltered hills.
STRANGER THINGS is the real deal. The Netflix series is the latest mind blowing experience on your TV's and smart phones. If you bump into somebody on the street because they weren't looking, take it easy. If you see someone watching something on their phones in between sets at the gym, give them a break. They are watching this science fiction sonic blast of our childhoods that won't soon leave the mind. Remember the Duffer Brothers. They created this gem. Celebrate hard working actor and recent We Are Live Radio guest David Harbour's breakthrough(at the age of 42) performance as Jim Hopper. Appreciate the slow boil story, the eye boner cinematography and also the redemption of WInona "I used to shoplift" Ryder. So good. 99 times out of 100, the hype lies. Welcome to the other time.
ICHIRO and 3,000. Hat tip to the Japanese hitting sensation. At the ripe old age of 42, Ichiro Suzuki tripled off the wall Sunday afternoon for his 3,000th hit. Back in April of 2001, Ichiro made his debut against Oakland and collected two hits at the age of 27. Fast forward 15 years and he has put together a legendary career. A pure hit machine, Ichiro accumulated 10 consecutive seasons of 200 hits to start his MLB career and a lifetime average of .314. While he hasn't had over 150 hits in a season since 2012, the man can still play. In a part time role for Miami this year, Ichiro is hitting .319 with a .390 on base percentage. The man is the epitome of age merely existing as a state of mind.
THAXTON SPOKE EASY TO ME. On Friday night in downtown St. Louis, a group of trusted cool peeps assembled in the historic Thaxton Speakeasy. It may not look like much on the outside, but when you step into the door, it transports you back to the 1930's. They could film a scene from HBO's Boardwalk Empire in this room and not lose an ounce of authenticity. There were special cocktails made. Free whiskey and brisket(my pants just came off). Lovely ladies in beautiful dresses. Men dressed in suits. Smiles. Laughs. Easy fun. All set up by We Are Live Radio's Chris Denman and Travis Terrell. Feel free to give them an ass grab this week for their hard work. They are changing STL radio one day at a time.
NFL SABOTAGES PACE SPEECH. Every day that goes by, I hate the NFL more and want to lease less time of my life in their business. They can't spell integrity. When they uploaded Orlando Pace's Hall of Fame speech, where he thanked St. Louis several times, they cut out the St. Louis part and later said it was a technical error. I call utter bullshit. They left it out on purpose. I'm not sure why St. Louis a target these days. The Rams were taken out of our city after a decade of miserable play on the field and it's okay to take shots at us. I hope Roger Goodell gets a bad rash in an uncomfortable area on his body because that is what this league is starting to resemble to me. I'd pay to see Roger try to literally block Pace from doing something. Talk about pure comedy. An infection that won't stop taking swings at a healing city.
WINTER CLASSIC DETAILS. Tuesday at Busch Stadium, NHL Commish/Dick Gary Bettman, Cards President Bill DeWitt III, Blues rep Colton Parayko along with other members of the committees putting this event together will have a live press conference discuss details of the event that is scheduled to take place on January 2nd, 2017. I'll be in attendance. Asking questions, snapping pics, and tweeting out of the St. Louis Game Time account. It should be a lot of fun. This event is a huge highlight of the 2017 calendar for St. Louis and should be an historic event. It's also less than five months away.
What else? Paul McCartney is playing Busch Stadium soon. I'm not a huge fan, but it sounds like a big deal. Roadies on Showtime is having a quietly very good season. Ray Donovan is spinning its wheels a bit. The Rock's Ballers is an easy going treat and Andy Garcia doesn't hurt. Gleason, the story of Saints football player and ALS victim Steve Gleason, opens Friday at the Tivoli and should be great. Check it out.
Keep tabs on me over on Twitter @buffa82 as well as my work at KSDK and St. Louis Game Time. Matt Whitener and I will be hitting it hard every morning on CBS Sports Radio 920 AM from 5-7 AM this week. Listen in or find Dose of Buffa on Itunes.
Thanks for reading and goodbye for just a little while.
I grew up on action films. The memory of watching Arnold, Sly, Willis, Van Damme, and Seagal kick ass and take names in the name of justice doesn't fade decades later. Action adventures aren't as easy to produce as some think. You don't simply blow shit up, stage a car chase, and find a group of good looking actors to carry out the stunts.
You need a certain level of authenticity to authorize the experience. A reliable face and mind behind the action. Someone you are convinced could kick that guy's ass, save the girl, and drop a one line smoke bomb before exiting.
Frank Grillo and Joe Carnahan represent hope for action addicts and have made a pact to get it right.
This past week, the two friends and collaborators formed the production company, War Party. The goal behind it is simple. Make reliable and worthy action entertainment.
Take Wheelman, the Netflix original film shooting this fall that the duo are producing, for example. This isn't just any script. It's written and directed by Jeremy Rush, one of the hottest young names in the business. He won an award for screenwriting and Netflix didn't waste a second scooping up his first mainstream film. That's because Rush treats his work like a fresh pint of Guinness. Sip and savor, ladies and gents.
The plot is simple. Grillo plays an expert driver that is betrayed by his crew and he must race against time to save his family. In other words, he's going to kick lots of ass, rock a five o'clock shadow while doing it, and drive like a mad man. Think Drive, but with a bigger horse behind the wheel. That's all the plot you need for an action movie.
Folks, these people aren't reinventing the wheel or challenging Daniel Day Lewis' shoe cobbling. It's about entertainment. Getting what most moviegoers assume is conventional and turning it into something original and fresh. It's all in the details. How precise will the stunts be? What kind of cars will they use? Who is behind the wheel? Who is overseeing the operation? Is the script good?
The answers. Grillo. Carnahan. Rush. Netflix. BOOM! Sip and savor the event folks.
It's easy to trust Carnahan. He directed one of the most soulful, captivating, and underrated cop films in Narc. He tossed Liam Neeson and Grillo out into British Columbia and pitted them against a pack of wolves in The Grey, a film that resonated deeper than most expected. He created the wild B-side to Pulp Fiction with Smokin' Aces, giving Ryan Reynolds his first role with teeth. He helms Bad Boys 3 next year. The man doesn't work unless the work is worthy. Paychecks don't stack up anywhere near integrity.
Grillo is the action hero audiences deserve. Talk about a guy who exudes confidence, swagger, and the ability to convince. He's an avenging, purging, and the ultimate purveyor of poetic justice. A tightly clinched fist wrapped around a heart of authenticity that can't be bought. The 51 year old star of AT&T's hit series Kingdom and star of the highly successful Purge series is riding a high that hasn't stopped since 2011's Warrior, the blueprint behind Kingdom.
Put those two together with an ambitious guy like Rush and it's the makings for a madness that may just blow the roof off the streaming service's potential. Instead of going through a distribution deal that may not do the film justice, Carnahan and Grillo hooked up with Netflix, ensuring that creative freedom was attained along with the film being released around the world at once. How about that for precise?
Action isn't an easy enterprise these days. Everybody has seen the revenge flick, cop drama, or wild bunch gesture. It's all in the details. Think of a chef in a kitchen. You take an authentic actor, mix in a talented director with some producing muscle, and a pinch of style in order to create something endlessly entertaining.
Grillo and Carnahan give hope for action addicts who need a fix. Wheelman is just the beginning. War Party is getting warmed up. Who needs awards when you have pure entertainment?
Thanks for reading. Listen in to the We Are Live Crew Monday from 7-8 p.m. and Tuesday-Friday from 7-10 p.m. If you are up early, catch me every Tuesday through Friday dishing A Dose of Buffa from 5-7 a.m. Podcast it all at a later date if you have to.
By Dan Buffa, Special Contributor
Greetings fellow St. Louis Sahara dwellers and USA visiting daisies. As the Central West End visits pile up and the temperature rises into the most awful month of the year, allow me to cool you off with some sophisticated quick takes on popular topics. Feel free to take your clothes off first. I'm cool.
BOURNE Is back and for good reason
Matt Damon's forgetful mad as hell whoop ass dispensing rogue agent is back in theaters and garnered 61 million at the box office. Why is he back? Does it matter? He remembers everything and he's mad about remembering. Boom, cue the car chase. The 45 year old versatile thespian made the film work and provided another thrilling adventure for movie fans. Worthy sequel isn't a phrase you can see easily these days but Jason Bourne was worth the 120 million budget. Go see it.
CARDS acquire a Duke
Zach Duke won't make fantasy baseball team owners swoon, but the smart baseball fans will appreciate John Mozeliak going out and getting a left-handed specialist who can also make right-handed hitters miss. Duke is what the leaking Cards bullpen needed, and only costed the team Memphis outfielder Charlie Tilson. The kid had speed to burn, but the Cards don't swipe bags and Tilson was passed up for Hazelbaker 2.0 in late July. Duke will help. He can't play CF, but I'll take it.
RAMS on Hard Knocks: First Rate Drama
I'll be watching. Think of the 2016 edition of HBO's Hard Knocks as a movie. A Christmas family reunion type clash of misery, ineptitude, and shame. I can't wait for the spotlight on their new quarterback, Jared Goff. Puff! I can't wait for the Jeff Fisher hot takes about building players of true character. Smoke! The Rams don't belong to St. Louis anymore and that makes them an expendable yet entertaining asset. I also watch for the riveting narration from the multi-faceted Liev Schreiber.
Liev: The Engine behind Ray Donovan
Speaking of the afflicting actor, I can't get enough of the guy and how talented he is. Do you like hockey films? Schreiber plays the enforcer Ross Rhea and practically owns the film. There's a sequel arriving this year. How about Showtime's Ray Donovan? Schreiber owns the drama series playing an LA fixer with a car trunk full of secrets and demons. Without him, the show goes nowhere near four seasons. How about narration? Liev handles all the HBO Sports and assorted documentaries. How about the Oscar winning film, Spotlight? He brought renegade editor Marty Baron to vivid life and was one of the best parts of the film. You ask me and we have enough cowbell. We still need more Liev.
Attention Musicians: Keep the politics off the stage
There's nothing worse than a musician unleashing his 10-15 minute tirade in between songs about politics at a live show. People in the audience didn't come for a convention. They didn't come to be preached to be by a guy who checked into a hotel under an alias, downed a wheat grass shake, and sings about the good old days. Bruce Springsteen does it all the time. He stands up there in his tight leather pants and tries to get sensual with his audience. Just sing the damn song, Bruce. Save the politics for your web page or the next Chevy commercial. Don't bore an audience who paid way too much money to see you play music.
What else? Parting shots?
Tomorrow morning, I start the brand new radio show, Dose of Buffa. Every Tuesday through Friday I'll dish hot takes from 5-7 a.m. and two days a week, trusted sports and entertainment mind Matt Whitener, will join me from the Cheap Seats. It's been a dream of mine to get on the radio and We Are Live stallion Chris Denman pushed me in the right direction. It may go a month or it may go longer. We shall see. All I know is August mornings belong to me on CBS Sports Radio 920 AM/Inside STL. Get your morning dose before the bell rings for adulting.
Come back Friday for my rare dip into political waters. Until then, thanks for stopping by. Stay loose.
Good afternoon! As the coffee drips and the attitude balls into a tight fist, let me fire away at the few things rolling through my head as July 25th uncoils.
Fun in Baseball
Is this still okay? When Matt Adams cranked a majestic no doubt walk off home run Saturday morning, there were a few fans who thought it was too much or over the top. Excuse me! The last time I checked, baseball was a fun game. America's cool past time. A place to bring the kids, cheer on your team, and raise a fist. Adams didn't smash a fourth inning solo shot and go berserk. He cranked a game winning homer against a wildcard contender at 12:25 in the morning. If I hit a winner in the 16th inning, I'll flip my damn bat into the loge reserve. Lighten up people. It's a fun game. Don't let the sad worthless folks break your arousal.
Comic Con, The Justice League, sense of humor, and Aquaman
In San Diego every July, Comic Con blasts out the latest fleet of upcoming movie trailers. This is big deal territory and high ball craziness. We aren't talking about an indie drama with a sad face. It's comic book adaptations, large scale action, and nutty nerd rage. Guy Ritchie's King Arthur was cool and Wonder Woman looks desirable(if Gal Gadot doesn't make you chisel on a wall, what will?), but Zach Snyder's Justice League was the cosmic slice of tease. Why? It had a sense of humor.
The November 2017 film wasn't depressing like March's Batman Vs Superman: A Dawn of Man Tears. This one had a bearded Affleck, a nerdy cool Flash, and Jason Momoa's Aquaman. You can't go wrong with The White Stripes Icky Thump either. Snyder can't be trusted to make a masterpiece, but JL looks a lot better than BVS.
Netflix Price Raise Shouldn't Deter You From Its Service
People, it's ten dollars. Relax. Take a breath. You spend that on two drinks at Starbucks. When the streaming service raised its monthly charge, a lot of subscribers bolted. Why? You'll spend 10 dollars at the movie theater on stale popcorn and syrupy Coke. It's not just old movies and a few new flicks anymore. Netflix has raised the bar for what your weekend should contain. Marvel unveiled multiple new series previews this weekend at Comic Con. Luke Cage, The Iron Fist, and The Defenders. Look at Daredevil and Jessica Jones.
How about the original films like Paul Rudd's quiet charmer The Fundamentals of Caring and the upcoming Jeremy Rush-Joe Carnahan-Frank Grillo steak and potatoes thunder bolt, Wheelman. This weekend, my family and I watched Batteries Not Included, Harry and the Hendersons and the Rudd flick. All at home. Don't run away from Netflix. It's blowing up.
Give me Winter over Summer
Screw summer. These 100 degree temperature days are ridiculous. You take a shower, walk outside, and start melting from the climate otherwise known as the Sahara of the Midwest. Give me a break. A few breaks. You can't go to work naked or go pick up coffee in your underwear. You need to carry a towel to a party and be that guy. In case you don't know me, I sweat like a smashed water pipe in an old apartment building. It's bad. I can't handle this shit. Give me winter. You put on an extra layer, moisturize the skin, and cuddle up extra close. No constant sweating or smell. Just chilly nights and beautiful skylines. It's a lot better than this sauna. Have fun outside this week trying not to suffocate.
Politics and Religion bring out the worst in people
Nothing stirs a pot faster than politics and religion. People fighting over right and left wings, and the God worshipers telling you which fake powerful being is the coolest. Pass. Facebook is nauseating when people overly praise the lord and scream at you for saying something remotely political. You ever wonder why this country can't be fixed. We can't be civil with each other when discussing it. You can't find answers when you belittle someone for not agreeing with you. Stop it. Be better.
If you can't present a credible argument without slamming someone, stuff yourself away somewhere far far away. The world doesn't need people to cram shit down people's throats. There's only one Rush Limbaugh and that's enough.
The end. Curtain is dropping. Before I leave, remember this. Pokemon sucks. See you Friday.
By Dan Buffa, Special Contributor
I don't know Leslie Jones. I haven't seen her new film, Ghostbusters. Somehow, I feel like I know her through an experience. An experience many call "The Twitter Sessions". It's not an acoustic record, folks. It's a troubling playground for so many teens and adults that try to connect with other distant souls via social networking.
Work, play, or a little bit of both. Jones was a victim of hatred this past week from the likes of Milo Yiannopoulous, a Greek-British journalist, entrepreneur, and technological editor for the website, Breitbart.com. It's a conservative and opinion based website, but if you saw what Milo(a weak ass name for a boy for the record) said about Jones, you wouldn't call it conservative one bit.
Yiannopoulous led a parade of Twitter trolls this past week on a tirade against Jones and the new movie, a remake of a classic. Twitter trolls are like assholes. They pop up on a daily basis and don't have a face or name. They followed Milo in his attempt to belittle the star. The comments were racist and horribly mean spirited and vile. This wasn't criticism. It was an attack. Something many on Twitter know all too well. An attack that got little Milo kicked off Twitter for life.
Earlier this week, Jones tweeted out before leaving the platform. "I leave twitter tonight with tears and a very sad heart. All this cause I did a movie."
A DAMN MOVIE! That is what this world is coming to. Ripping someone's work is fine. Completely fine. Firing racist and sexist comments at a woman for a make believe piece of work is uncalled for, terribly misplaced, and so wrong. Some people just need a real life or a boot to their asses.
After getting kicked out of the Twitter cafeteria, Yionnopoulous called it "the end of Twitter" and said free speech was being attacked. That's not accurate dude. Free speech from moronic voices is being detached. Twitter's statement after the action went like this, "This type of abusive behavior is not permitted on Twitter, and we've taken action against many of the accounts reported by Leslie and others." It should have read like this...
"This type of idiotic hateful behavior is for men without testicles and brains. It won't be tolerated on any platform not named MySpace or Tumblr. Please redirect your hate back at your mother for bringing you onto this Earth and giving you the illusion that free speech has any damn thing to do with pure hate. Trolls aren't wanted here."
Milo and his band of haters now have an empty parking lot to spit their venom. They no longer have Twitter and it's a good thing.
I've experienced this hatred myself. I'm a sports writer and entertainment columnist for a few websites and write opinionated takes on a daily basis. That's too much for some to handle. Twitter has an ugly side and I know it well. A conversation about a baseball player can dissolve into an attack on my personal life and family. My wife and kid have been called names by strangers with an egg as their profile picture and a bio that reads "Dan Buffa should die."
Peachy words from a spineless coward. There have been over 20 parody accounts made by trolls on Twitter that have attacked me over the past 12 months. I'm still here. Score that 20 for me and zero for the pizza roll monster energy drink slurping and chomping loser in his aunt's basement who doesn't have a good internet connection.
If you think people can't get nasty, join Twitter and check it out. Milo and his band of misfit asshats are gone, but the hate is spewed 24/7 by a number of people. It's vocal terrorism. People with no mission in life or goal. All they want to do is tear down others and for what? What happened with Jones is the latest public display of a disease that the San Francisco based company is trying to rid itself of. Good luck.
You know where it all comes from? All this hate. It's pure jealousy. A rage inside some pitiful needy souls that their life isn't as good as the subjects they attack. Leslie Jones is the star of one of the biggest movies of the summer and a very proud and funny woman. She is also a proud black woman and for some people, that is too much to handle for some in 2016 and they must say terrible things. I didn't see Jones' co-stars Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, or Kate McKinnon take any serious abuse. It was all directed at Jones. It had nothing to do with the damn movie and everything to do with people's insecurities. Welcome to our world.
I may see Jones' film and think it is terrible. I may say she was bad in it and should re-consider her future acting choices. Or I may see it and think it's hilarious. Those are opinions on a movie. What I won't do is attack the color of her skin or her gender. I won't do that. I have the power to do that. If I own a computer and have a keyboard under my hands, I can say whatever I want. That's the ungrateful power many take advantage of. Jones wasn't the victim of criticism or the fine use of free speech. She was the victim of a senseless attack from a coward called Milo, a name that only suits a dog or cat. Be better on Facebook, Milo. Be, dare I say it, more conservative.
Thankfully, Jones rejoined Twitter yesterday. Once the trash was taken out, the lovely lady returned. Good for her. The social media universe needs righteous and hilarious souls like Jones. Those people shouldn't be ran out of the building for being free and honest.
"Thanks for all the love and support I received. It made me feel real special."
Boom! Suck it haters. Suck it real hard. The good guys won. The free speech renegades.
Take this event and learn from it. A troll is reading this right now and wondering if they should stop their bullshit or continue it. They are thinking about their actions. I can only hope this makes a few egg heads change their minds and redirect their energy towards love instead of hate. Say something funny and original instead of attacking. Just do it.
In other words, let's all be a little better at this thing called life.
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Welcome to the Express Dose. Every Monday. Five topics. Quick hits. Blunt opinion. Think of it as pouring a little whiskey in your morning coffee. I'm going to be like Tyler Durden in Fight Club. I am going to hit you as hard as I can to get your week started right. You can trust me like you trusted a barefoot John McClane wearing a hair piece in Die Hard to save the day. Let's run with the Buffalo!
Manny Pacquiao is back and boxing needs him
The aging Filipino isn't going to destroy the faces of famous boxers these days(think Oscar De La Hoya) but he can still deliver exciting fights. A champion of eight different weight classes and a guy who never turned down a challenge, Pacquiao will step out of the Senator seat in the Philippines in November and come out of early retirement to throw punches from wild angles again. Since Gennady Golovkin and Canelo Alvarez aren't going to fight each other, bring back Pac Man.
David Ortiz deserves your respect
He tested positive in 2003 for a banned substance. What he has done since deserves fans respects. He's one of the best lefthanded sluggers of our generation. As George Carlin would say, stop living in the past. You want numbers?! Lifetime 2400+ hits, 525 home runs, .931 OPS, and World Series glory. At the age of 40, he's getting on base 42 percent of the time and slugging .663 with 57 extra base hits. He made a mistake over 13 years ago, but has put together a great career. Cards fans, remember the 2013 World Series. I do.
Ballers on HBO: Any Given Sunday meets Jerry Maguire
Mix in some Entourage there as well and you couldn't ask for better Sunday entertainment on HBO. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson was born to play Spencer Strasmore, the ex NFL legend turned financial adviser. Johnson has charisma to spare, a presence that doesn't lie, and knows this world well since he nearly made it to the NFL after a thrilling career at the University of Miami. Mark Wahlberg and Peter Berg produce this gem and for fans of the game, it's intoxicating. It's also 28 minute long and goes down like a cold Budweiser Select.
John Turturro: Good in anything
The HBO mini series, The Night Of, comes on before Ballers and is a diabolical cop drama about a murder in New York that broods as much as it compels you to watch. Turturro is a public defender who takes on the accused and right away grabs your attention. Everything the actor is in deserves a look. Yes, even Michael Bay's Transformers films. He's so good at slipping under the skin in good, bad, and troubled men. The Night Of is a good show, but Turturro makes it great.
Can the Cardinals be healed in 2016?
Do you know a snake charmer? This team can hit and has quality starting pitching but can't finish a game. They have terrible defense and idiotic baserunning. ONE trade won't fix this. Jose Oquendo won't fix this. Mike Matheny's leadership won't fix this. The Cards must get better at the fundamental aspects of the game or 2016 is finished. They can't slug their way out of this hole.
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