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December 2011

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Observations From 20 Years of Iowa Life

You know what’s fun?  Coming back to Iowa just in time for a University of Iowa journalism professor to write an article in The Atlantic about how shitty and backwards the state is.   The article was written by Stephen G. Bloom, whom I knew as the author of Postville: A Clash of Cultures in Heartland America - a book where he pretends Hasidic Judaism ISN’T super fucking weird.    The reason for the new article is ostensibly to criticize the influence of Iowa on the 2012 Presidential election (since 1972, the Iowa Caucuses have been the first major electoral event in the nominating process for President.  And Bloom says Iowa isn’t representative of America).  But mainly the article is a chance for Bloom to bash the state for being rural and then to use the world ‘rural’ as many times as humanly possible.

People are mad about what Bloom wrote.  He probably didn’t think his lofty thinkpiece of an article in The Atlantic (Iowans be stoopid!) would trickle all the way down into the greasy mongoloid fingers of actual Iowans. Personally, I’m not mad that some professor is trying to suck the imaginary dick of intelligentsia by throwing his Podunk state under the bus.  I just think he did a subpar job of doing it.   Not to mention that the Iowa Caucuses don’t really have that big of an influence on the actual Presidential election in the first place, which is something you’d know if you looked up things like ‘results’ and ‘facts’ about them.  Bloom seems to think that if you win the Iowa Caucus, you have a 50% chance of winning the general election.  Since only two non-incumbents have ever won the Iowa Caucuses and then gone on to win the general election, I’m going to hypothesize that Bloom knows so little about how politics work in Iowa that he can’t actually have an opinion about it.  He just wants to make fun of Iowa.  Plain and simple.  He’s just using the Caucuses to Trojan horse his way in with these hackneyed ‘observations.’  

Here’s something I know from comedy - Iowa is not a very easy state to make fun of.  I know this because I’ve watched people try and fail to make fun of it several times.  This article is no exception.  The problem is that Iowa isn’t very pretentious and it isn’t quite hick.  It just doesn’t have a lot of people.  So when most unoriginal people want to make fun of a state as hick, they throw on a thick Southern accent and accuse the people of being uneducated and fucking their cousins.  And embarrassingly, Bloom tries that here too.  He uses, “Them’s fightin’ words” as an expression Iowans would use in reaction to being called xenophobic (which is hilarious to me, since Bloom completely missed the irony of assigning such a hillbilly response to a $10 word).  In other instances, Bloom has a ‘typical’ Iowan referring to Barack Obama as a “Harvard-educated, black city slicker who wouldn’t know a John Deere tractor from a International Harvester combine.”  Cringe-worthy.  As if we all use, as Olson Johnson calls it in Blazing Saddles, “Authentic frontier gibberish.” Bloom also uses a whole paragraph to illustrate how Iowans call soda “pop” (how fucking crazy is that shit?) and refer to boys under 16 as “Bud.”  Then, he says, “The reason everyone seems related in small-town Iowa is because, if you go back far enough, many are, either by marriage or birth.”  Just in case you didn’t think he was also going to call us all cousin-fuckers. 

Besides the fact that I have no idea what an International Harvester combine does, I’ve never heard anyone use the term ‘city slicker’ except in reference to a Billy Crystal movie and that whole thing about ‘Bud’ is made-the-fuck-up, the main problems with painting Iowa into the hick state corner is that Iowans don’t have Southern accents (Bloom even comments on how broadcasters covet the Iowa accent), they’re fairly well educated (Bloom talks about high graduation rates) and… I guess I didn’t realize that everyone seems related in small town Iowa.  Maybe he just means the Ching Chongs.  

Not that facts or consistency matter to the guy.  Bloom seemingly wants to have everything both ways.  He calls Keokuk, Iowa a “depressed, crime-infested slum town.”  But later says that serious crime in Iowa is tee-peeing a high-school senior’s front yard.  He also criticizes Iowa for a lack of cultural diversity and then throws a red-faced shitfit when Iowans say, “Merry Christmas” to each other instead of “Happy Holidays”, which would exclude the whopping 6% of Iowans (read: Him) who don’t celebrate Christmas.   

It’s like he’s trying to shoehorn 20 years of the worst shit he’d seen in Iowa into generalizations about the state and the people.  I lived in Iowa for 24 years.  I could do that too, except mine would be better, they’d actually be true and they wouldn’t include moth-eaten terms like ‘flyover country.’  And I would assume that people knew that ‘brat’ was short for bratwurst, and that shortening the term wasn’t some sort of cultural fucking sacrilege. 

I think that one sentence sums up Bloom’s attempt at an article.  After calling Iowa flyover country he says, “It didn’t rate even a speck in Sol Steinberg’s classic 1967 New Yorker cover.“  Let me get the tuna can casserole barf off of my keyboard.  How transparent is that disgusting, pretentious sentence?  “It didn’t rate even a speck in Sol Steinberg’s classic 1967 New Yorker cover.“  Well, case fucking dismissed!  Iowa is a shithole, officially.  Shut it down.  Shut it the fuck down!  Shut the Caucuses down too.  The great Sol Steinberg didn’t notice Iowa in his classic 1967 New Yorker cover! 

Sometimes when you try too hard, you can’t even get your own side’s presumed argument right.  Bloom means SAUL Steinberg, not SOL.  And the cover he’s referring to came out in 1976, not 1967.  But Jesus Christ.  The incorrect information.  The desire to come off as a brilliant cultural giant in the land of Lilliputians.  And then getting it all wrong.  It took me four seconds to Google some of this shit.  I’m guessing that most angry Iowans were too busy pointing out that Bloom said we hunt turkeys with rifles (instead of shotguns) to notice that he even gets his own shit wrong.  We didn’t come off looking stupid here, he did. And this Tumblr article wasn’t written by a journalism professor.  It was written by someone from one of the “skuzziest cities [Bloom has] ever been to, and that’s saying something.”  Fair enough.  I’ll take being good at being skuzzy over being bad at being pretentious any day of the week.  Merry fucking Christmas, asshole.         

Dec 22, 201120 notes
Coming Soon to iTunes. The Best of the Gentlemen Scumbags

The Gentlemen Scumbags are coming out with a best of album that’ll be on iTunes very soon.   It features Matt Braunger, Kyle Kinane, Sean Patton, Rory Scovel, James Adomian, Pete Holmes and a ton of our other scummy friends.  Here’s a full track listing, which will is hosted by Mike Burns and me, as well as our producer, the hilarious Patrick Melton…   

1. Chub O’Rama (f. Andrew DeWitt)
2.  Mile High (f. Matt Braunger)
3.  Michael Moore (f. Kyle Kinane)
4.  Two Shits a Year
5. The Kabin Story (f. Sean Patton)
6. Tranny Karaoke (f. Cornell Reid)
7. Dick Stories (f. Ari Shaffir)
8. Uncle Micky’s Chicago Tales (f. Mick Betancourt)   
9. Bubblegum Smile (f. Andrew DeWitt)
10.  The Kids and the Suckin’ the Dicks (f. Rory Scovel)   
11. Marie Callender’s (f. Matt Knudsen)
12. F*ck Patrick
13. Kirk Douglas (f. Mike Holmes)
14. Look at that Body, McMahon (f. James Adomian and Matt Knudsen)
15. Do It! (f. Pete Holmes)
16. Porch Pizzas (f. Kyle Kinane)
17. Big Boy Pants (f. Mike Holmes)
18. SmackDown (f. Andrew Goldstein)
19. Very Darrison (f. Kyle Kinane)
20. All Mixed Up (f. Ricky Carmona)
21. Naughty Passion Prop (f. Cornell Reid)
22. Kissin’  (f. Mike Holmes)
23. 15 Minute Orgasm (f. Jonny Loquasto)
24. 31 Days of Hot Sex (f. Matt Braunger)
25. Outro (Don’t Buy This Track)

Dec 14, 20112 notes
Baseball Nerd Talk: Ron Santo, the 19th Century and the Hall of Fame

I’ve heard enough Cubs fans gripe about Ron Santo posthumously getting into the Hall of Fame this year, that I wanted to address it.  Yes, it sucks that he didn’t get to live long enough see his induction.  Yes, his speech would have been amazing.  But isn’t it obvious that Santo’s death was the reason he finally got inducted in the first place?  That’s not just me saying that.  A lot of players get elected shortly after they die.  That’s because there’re all kinds of stories about the guys in the news saying what great ballplayers they were (and Santo totally was), so it gives the players a push in voters’ minds.  And it just so happens that this was the year that Veteran Committee rules had voters looking at guys (like Santo) who played between 1947 and 1972 (the Golden Era). 

I could be a dick and say that if Santo wanted to get elected earlier, he should have died sooner or not been such a marginal choice.  But I won’t.  I could be a dick and remind Cubs fans that his beloved team didn’t even retire his number until 2003 - 16 years after Billy Williams and 21 years after Ernie Banks.  I could attribute his popularity to his work as the Cubs’ radio color commentator.  I could remind people that his first year on the writers’ ballot, he only got 4% of the vote.  I could argue that Jim Kaat would have been a better choice.  But I won’t.  Santo was the best available third baseman out there and I’m happy he finally got in.  Plus, the guy just died for Christ sakes.  It’s not like I’m an animal. 

If you really want to feel bad for overlooked ballplayers, check out next year’s Pre-Integration Era selection, which looks at players from 1871-1946.  Well, I guess the name itself makes them seem like racists (Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier in 1947), but you can kinda feel bad for them nonetheless.  I decided to look at the top 25 candidates for the Hall of Fame because I’m a fucking nerd (I used baseballreference.com and Bill James’ Career Standards Test).  And I was surprised that over half of the top 25 were guys from the 1800’s.  I was curious as to why they’d been excluded and this is what I found out…  

Voting on 1800’s players has been a clusterfuck ever since the Hall of Fame began in 1936.  That year, five players from 1800’s were supposed to go into Cooperstown with “modern players” Babe Ruth, Ty Cobb, Honus Wagner, Walter Johnson and Christy Mathewson, but a group of old timers couldn’t agree on who to put in.  By 1939, the oldy timers were feeling excluded so three men - Kenesaw Mountain Landis (the Commissioner of baseball), Ford Frick (president of the National League) and Will Harridge (president of the American League) picked a few guys to go in.  They included Cap Anson, Buck Ewing and Old Hoss Radbourn. 

A new Old Timers Committee was made the same year, but they never found time to meet.  From 1939-1944 they never met and did absolutely nothing.  Seriously.  It was getting ridiculous so in 1945, a new Committee was made and they just shoved a fuckload of old players into the Hall.  Then they did the exact same thing the next year.  The main problem was that the new Committee didn’t do their homework.  And how were they supposed to?  Stats weren’t available to them.  Selections were just made by memory and nepotism.  They put in too many players from the 1894 Baltimore Orioles.  And they put in too many guys with ties to New York Giants manager, John McGraw.  In 1945, Roger Bresnaham and Hugh Jennings were the first guys to go into the Hall of Fame, who are obvious mistakes.  But Bresnahan had ties to McGraw AND he’d just died in 1944.  Toofer!  If the Committee had actually given a shit, a lot of the 1800’s guys who are still not in the Hall of Fame would be in today.  But they didn’t give a shit and nobody from the 1800’s would get in again until the 1960’s. 

In 1959, a guy named Lee Allen was hired as the Hall of Fame’s Historian.  He’s credited with starting modern baseball research.  And most of what we know about the players from the 1800’s is because of him.  In the 1960’s, Allen started advising the Veterans Committee on who to select.  And they listened.  But when the old timers began getting elected again, people became fucking outraged.  “If these guys were so great, then why weren’t they elected years ago?”  Well…how do you explain that you’d spent 20 years fucking up?  The Committee began resenting Allen (who’d never played baseball) for being a know-it-all and because of the flak they were taking.  Not that it mattered.  He died of a heart attack in 1969.  Had the Allen selections continued, a lot of the 1800’s guys who are still not in the Hall of Fame would be in today.  And that’s more or less where we are right now.                         

Next year is going to be a wacky enough time for the Hall of Fame with guys like Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa entering the writers’ ballot, but here are 7 guys I would have no problem voting for from the 1800’s if I were on the Veterans Committee next year. 

George Van Haltren


“Rip” Van Haltren was a center fielder, who also pitched.  He had a .316 career average with over 2,500 hits.

Jim McCormick


The first Scotish player in the majors was a good one.  He has 265 wins with a career 2.43 ERA.  He led the league in wins in 1880 and ‘82. He led in complete games from 1880-82.  And he led the league in ERA in 1883.     

Tony Mullane


“The Apollo of the Box” could pitch left handed or right handed, which was easier for him since he didn’t wear a glove.  He had five consecutive 30-win seasons and ended up with 284 wins (including a no-hitter) and a 3.05 ERA.  A suspension in 1885 probably cost Mullane a 300-win career.  He even worked as an umpire. 

Tommy Bond


Bond was the first Irish-born player in the bigs.  He’s a three time 40-game winner.  And in 1877, he won the pitchers’ triple crown.  Bond has 234 wins and a 2.14 ERA.  And his strikeouts per walks ratio is the best in baseball history.     

Bob Caruthers


“Parisian Bob’s” record of 218-99 is the 3rd best winning percentage ever.  He twice led the American Association in wins and led in ERA in 1885. And he played right field when he wasn’t pitching, compiling a .282 lifetime average, and occasionally leading the league in OBP and slugging.      

Bill Dahlen


“Bad Bill” was one of the best shortstops of his era.  He compiled 2,461 hits including a 42-game hitting streak.  

Jimmy Ryan


“Pony” Ryan is a .308 career hitter with over 2,500 hits.  He’s also the only guy to hit for the cycle in a game he pitched.  In 1888, he led the league in hits, home runs and slugging percentage.    He also punched out reporters and train conductors.  You know, because he could.  

Dec 10, 20112 notes
The Best Songs of 2011

First things first - I’m not very cool.  At all.  And I’ve accepted that.  I don’t look cool.  I don’t say cool things.  I actually racked my brain to think of one cool thing about myself and came up empty.  On the other hand, thinking of uncool things was really easy. 

- Last night I talked shit to a professional wrestler from the stage at a comedy show because I wanted to meet him after.    

- I got a $68 parking ticket today for parking on the wrong side of the street during street cleaning. 

- I emailed my mom an hour ago to brag to her that I had an audition with one of the kids from My Three Sons.  And she thought that was ‘awesome.’

- I’m currently wearing a white undershirt that I’d apparently written “BONE ZONE” on in permanent marker.  

See.  Not cool.  And that’s just in the past 17 hours.  I’m also sure I’m leaving out a bunch of other uncool shit I’ve done.  

But here’s the thing, I’m not sure if I even want to be cool.  That’s because I started reading Rolling Stone’s list of the 50 Best Singles of 2011.  And I probably knew less than 10 songs. 

So here’s what I did - I started previewing them on iTunes.  And let me tell you what a load of shitfuck dogpiss and horsecrap all of these songs are.  Let me give you an example…

#39 was “California” by EMA.  Rolling Stone describes it as, “A mesmerizing rant about West Coast youth from a punk-folk firebrand: ‘Fuck California, you made me boring,’ she sings. Boring? No chance.”  Except it IS, Rolling Stone!  It’s totally fucking boring!  I don’t know the first goddamn thing about EMA, but if that’s the 39th best song of 2011, then all of us should suck our own balls and call it a day.  And this was like, the 7th song I’d heard that sounded exactly like this.   

Listen to that fucking song!  Do it!  It’s so goddamn bad.  You’ll check out less than a minute in, I promise.  You have no idea.  Unless you’re some kind of super cool hipster cliche who listens to shit songs like this while you play with your waifish girlfriend’s asymmetrical hair and tell her how much you like her scarves.  Fuck this song.  Fuck it in the face.  “Boring?  No chance.”  I want to barf in your mouth.  Immediately.  And it’s #39. 

I remember when I bought Pearl Jam’s Vitalogy CD in 1995 because I liked the songs “Nothingman” and “Better Man.”  Then I got to track 9, which was “Bugs.”  “Bugs” is a waste of everyone’s goddamn time.  I remember thinking, “Why did they even put this song on the album?”  And I was right.  But if “Bugs” came out in 2011, it would have been the #6 song of the year.  That’s how terrible everything is.   

Luckily Rolling Stone did list “Ric Flair” by Killer Mike at #31 and “Ni**as in Paris” by Jay-Z and Kanye West at #2.  Those are the best songs of the year.  I don’t even know what’s close.  Maybe that Adele person has some jams.  I don’t know.  But put “Ni**as in Paris” on at a party.  People will dance.  Then put “California” by EMA on.  You’ll be murdered. (Unless you quickly put on “Bugs” by Pearl Jam and it’ll sound amazing by comparison)

Hipster music, much like hipsters themselves, are probably much cooler than me.  I just don’t want to be around either at parties.  Okay, that’s off my chest.  I’m gonna go back to sucking now.       

Dec 8, 20114 notes
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