This is a small batch of films that after watching, you will have a better understanding of why things are as f***ed up as they are. When you connect the dots, the picture becomes clear. Truth is stranger than fiction.
1) Money Masters: While this film is incredibly dry, and monotone, it does the best to explain the history of money in the United States; the devaluation of the dollar, etc.
2) Endgame: explains how the “conspiracy” of a one-world-government is actually a reality.
3) Thrive: This film uncovers crimes against free energy/alternative medicine and exposes the truth about corporations.
4) Food Inc: You’ll never eat the same.
On my way home from work, I stopped for a six pack. I had some celebrating to do. I asked the cashier if they’d been busy tonight. He said “Not really.” Perhaps not all Tigers fans are as convinced the signing of Prince Fielder was the right move.
Let’s face it: there was no replacement for Victor Martinez, who batted .330 and knocked in 103 runs in 2011. Aside from this, Martinez provided all the support Cabrera needed to avoid breaking the single-season record for intentional walks.
Instantly, Tigers fans are bowing their heads and murmuring “Not this again.” After a 2006 World Series berth, Detroit spent the next few years struggling to keep up in their own division.
Replacements aside, Prince Fielder is coming to Detroit and we’re glad to have him. The reason for the lack of pessimism: Prince Fielder – a guy who can hit 30-50 home runs, drive in at least a hundred runs, and sell a lot of jerseys. The Yankees and Red Sox nations are used to big signings. Detroit is not. The prodigal son returns.
Tigers owner Mike Ilitch has never been shy about his desire to win it all. This has been proven today.
For now, it’s a time to forget about the fact this is the fourth biggest contract in baseball history. Let’s talk about Fielder’s dwindling years when they come. Let’s cross that bridge when we arrive at it.
Excuse me, I have a beer with my name on it.
To be honest, I can’t remember it ever panning out. There is always someone striking out in the back of the mind. Always a guy hitting .187 in there. Always a guy letting routine ground balls go past. Always a Billy Buckner. Always a Jim Joyce. Always someone’s fault. Let me give you an example. My brother says “All you need is an intake and an exhaust” if you want to grill indoors but by the time he told me this, I’d burned an apartment down. I already burned an apartment down. I burned my apartment down, nearly killing several others. I came back from the bank and they were all standing out in front of my smoldering apartment, happy to have their lives in their hands. None of them looked at me. It was one of those warm winter days. The sun thawing everything for a few hours. But, I went to the bank and came back to a burning room. None of them looked at me. They stood across the street and looked at me. I tried to run into the apartment but a fireguy stopped me. They stood on the curb and watched my apartment burn. The fireguys stopped it from spreading to others’ apartments, but I understand, they were mad at me for nearly killing them all. I nearly killed them all. One of them even came downstairs and knocked on my door while I was out, at the bank. One of them tried to save my life. I went to the bank, and I lit part of that big house on fire. I had the keys. I had a mailbox. I had sex with maybe two or three women in that apartment. I had a good time in there. I ate, a lot of food in there. I broke up with her in there. Two goldfish were lost in the fire. Pete and Gus. They are dead. The insurance guy met me in the park and gave me a dirty look. He followed my car to the burnt place and we went inside. I opened the door and we walked in, then he gave me a different look. He apologized. He was wrong to apologize. He was blowing a call. He worked for the insurance company. Two years ago I was not doing anything. Today I am having a small glass of sweet vermouth with ice.