Jason Isbell: Southeastern BUY THIS

So.... These pages have once again been blank for too long. During this time your writer has not been idle attending two national Lutheran events and deciding whether or not to leave the one true church as well as going to Michigan a couple of times and maintaining a failing law practice and staying married blah, blah, blah... We still do not know. What this space will become but since I found something really excellent I wanted to share.

Jason Isbell formerly of the band The Drive By Truckers went solo a number of years ago. That band is much admired having reestablished the three guitar Allman Brother/Lynard Skynard brand of Southern (read American) rock music. Isbells singing is in the vain of Ryan Adams as far as tunefulness and mournfulness and that is quite a bit of fullness.  He really has a great voice.

Isbell eventually left the band (or they kicked him out) after descending into alcoholism and having a very public break up with his wife, the bands bass player Shonna Tucker. It was ugly, akin to the Richard and Linda Thompson break up where they would almost attack each other on stage. Isbell released a number of CDs with his band The 400 Unit but everything release had kind of a cursory feel to it.  Happily he tried out and found a new love, (singer songwriter Amanda Shires) but now has now come out with a solo CD that is easily, on the basis of songwriting alone, the best CD thus far in 2013. Hitting the high spots...

Stockholm could be a Ryan Adams song with his voice and as far as the harmonies. Just a really pretty song.

Elephant is simply a powerful, elemental song about a friend slow death from cancer. It is wrenching.  It is heartfelt. Isbell states. That inspiration was no specific person but when he was on his long binge, he frequented a bar over period of time and people just...disappeared as cancer took them.  So he made up a character and chronicled his relationship with her as she declined...
"She said Andy your better than your past.
Winked at me and drained her glass.
Sitting cross legged on a bar stool
Like no one sits anymore.
***
"I'd play her classic country songs,
She'd get high and sing along".
***
"I've buried her 1000 times.
Given up my place in line.
I don't give a damn about that now".
***
"One things very clear to me,
No one dies. With dignity.
You just try and ignore, the Elephant some how".

The Elephant becomes more and more of an issue and it is good to have it called out and in some cases acknowledged and even stared down. This is a little bit too heavy a song but it is awesomely constructed and presented on this CD. There are no wasted words in this song.  

But he alleviates the heaviness with his song about a night out on the. Road and almost dying in a Super 8 Motel with my favorite line being:
"It wasn't quite morning and I wasn't quite breathing".
I have felt like that.  Even in a. Fun song he looks pretty hard at the choices he was making.

Songs She Sang In The Shower is just a great song about being an asshole and going through relationships. It starts with being in a bar and our narrator saying to another patron, 
"There are two kinds. Of men and your not either one". 
It was the kind of thing I would have said in college if clever enough.  He thinks he is funny as he gets a black eye and his girlfriend on the way home, asks if he has "considered living alone", and leaves him.  Then he laments being the type of asshole that drives women away and he does so by being haunted by the songs the vicarious women sang in the shower. Great vehicle.  

Different Days is my favorite song on the CD talking at first to a stripper about how as a younger man he might have tried to help her out:
"But those were different days". 
Amen. 

He goes through a couple of vignettes reflecting how we all grow up, grow old and change. For me this is the stellar question in my. Life. How to age gracefully or more gracefully and how to reconcile the way I know I am supposed to be living my life with the mistakes I have made. In the past and he gives us great insight and perhaps even a little compassion. We get better and smarter if we are lucky and pay attention and although he never gets to redemption...

"Jesus lose the sinner but the highway loves the sin". 

Amen again.

This is just a brilliantly written and performed CD. I can recommend it without hesitation. Ad will stake my limited reputation on your. Enjoyment of it... But you got to listen to it.

Soooo.... What Happens Now?

Soooo... We have come to a crossroads.  The Diner Review has been silent for a while and has not had much of interest to say in... Some time. My excuses are many and could not be less interesting or more trite. The Diner Review was conceived by me several years ago because I wanted to blog and I had a passion for breakfast. Biscuits and gravy. Bacon.  Sausage... And of course hash browns. Hash browns have been, ubiquitous. I did not realize it when I started these pages but my love affair, nay, my obsession with the potato was not apparent to me prior to taking on this small project.

Tom Waits of curse understood with his classic "Nighthawks At The Diner".  This is really the summation of everything I tried to convey.
"Nighthawks at the diner, Emma's 49erThere's a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonightAll the gypsy hacks, the insomniacsNow the paper's been read"

There is of course something about a diner. For is a holy currency but you sometimes need a small, greasy and perhaps even dirty church to appreciate that currency. Sometimes with a priestess who is 65, wears support hose, has a mole the size of Lesetho and the teeth of a British cabby. Sometimes the patrons look like a freak show. Sometimes they were sublime. Always people Ina diner or people. And when you are there at breakfast they are normally very real. They also, unless they come in with a friend are looking for a little solace. A little silence. At the beginning of their day or at the end of their night.

"Now the waitress said

Eggs and sausage and a side of toast

Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries, what kind of pie?"

Unless you were a regular.  Then you get to chat with your waitress. Chat with the gal cooking. Because you got to know them and during the course of the Diner Review I reached retreat must troubling status twice.  I was nice. They knew me.  But it was bad because I was no longer necessarily alone in my head, with my newspaper, preparing for the day. The Courtesy was my original home track. The "new" Courtesy on Hampton, not the original on Kingshighway. I was slightly embarrassed by that but it was so damn convenient. Hash browns with cheese and onions, two sausage patties, white roast. Bacon, when it was good" and the cook would always tell me when it was "good" because there would be days when it was not. I would drive from Webster and hit the Curtesy and then head back to Clayton but...

"In a graveyard charade, a late shift masqueradeAnd it's two for a quarter, dime for a danceWith Woolworth Rhinestone diamond earringsAnd a sideway's glance and now the register rings"

I got a new job.  Downtown. The Courtesy held on on for a while but right across the street from my new job. Big Ed's Chili Mac Diner. They adopted me. They had good iced tea and it was so close to work. The place was operated by two sisters and they still man the place with one cooking and one serving. Their younger sister comes in later. I settled on a simple sausage sandwich with American cheese. Sometimes with a side of potatoes. They did not have hash browns but I forgave them. Breakfasts potatoes are odious but I learned to eat theirs occasionally. It was a good run. 7 years later I headed back out to Cayton. But I would drive all the way downtown for the pleasure of my home course, the casual conversation with the girls as FOX News (Fair and Balanced) played in the background and for their pork sausage which I loved. It was 1/2 hour travel time each day down and back and it was fine, until the incident.

I've been 86ed from your schemeNow I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal sceneNow I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affairNow I lead pipe morning falls

Being diagnosed with Celiac changed everything. I needed to learn how to eat again. I needed to go see a dietician. Bread was out so the sandwich was done. American cheese is out because the dietician said "it's not even food!"  I tried to go and just eat sausage and eggs but as I became educated I realized that they cooked French toast on the same griddle they fried my sausage and eggs on and I learned the words "cross contamination". And at that point, with my knowledge of diners, their employees and their exacting standards, I realized that my days as diner reviewer were over.  

Bt they were good days. I saw a lot of them come and go. I ate some great food. I saw some great people and I read a shit load of newspapers. It was sad when places closed but a lot of the classics are still here. But what do we do now with this space?  It was never devoted solely to diners. Different restaurants made it in. My aberrant political whining really kicked in during Obamas first run. There were of course the KUBE scribbling a each year. Erata sections of mind numbing blather. Some chronicling of Becker events. A little of something, a lot of nothing.

So what do we do now?  The St. Louis Celiac Review seems like the saddest idea that I could conjur up. Do I abandon the Diner Review? Do I start up a new one?  With a new name? With a new purpose?  I don't know. I know that there has been very little of brilliance or interest here. Sme of you have been nice enough to read my error plagued and poorly constructed prose and it always served a cathartic purpose when I was. Able to squeeze out a few words that pleased me or that unlocked my feelings or allowed them to be...unburdened. So... let's see if I can muster some time and creativity to do something more interesting. Maybe in July.

Had some time to killJust come in to join the crowd'Coz I had some time to kill

Nashville Part 1

Soooo... Spring.  It is nice.  Sure we have some cold rain but the nice days get mixed in and it is...sweeeeeet.  It also marks the end of my wife’s busy season.  She has been working 60 hours a week since Christmas and as a result we try and schedule a long weekend to mark the end to get to know one another again in some other context other than grabbing a meal together or saying good morning to one another before we go running off in 7 directions. Last year we went to Lexington to go to Keenland and visit some friends and drink some bourbon and eat some food.  It was a very sweet trip and we ate a lot of good food and chilled at a bed and breakfast and decided it needed to be a tradition.

This year I had been thinking about perhaps doing Oxford Mississippi which I have heard is a pretty awesome town.  Lots of good food and a little different southern college culture but we heard that Elizabeth Cook was playing the Grand old Opry then Nashville became the destination.  Nashville is a 4-1/2 to 5 hour drive and once you hit 57 and head south it starts becoming a pretty drive.  It was one of those Thursdays that was just...rain.  it was nothing but rain and it was slow going.  Lots of accidents and cops and even as we got south where Illinois gets pretty... we could see nothing.  So we could not take a break to check out southern Illinois Shawnee Zipline.  That will be another trip.  The thing about the trip is that you have time... time to talk... time for Sandy to sleep and time to listen to a little music.  Even in shitty weather.

Sandy had made reservations and she did her investigation and her research and determined that we needed to stay downtown.  I didn't really know why but I trusted her even though I questioned why we wouldn't stay at the Opry Land Hotel since we were going to the Opry but she said no, so we stayed at the Hampton Inn which is two blocks off music row.  It was a high rise Hampton Inn and it was OK, like most Hampton Inns are OK, but this one cost 260 bucks a night.  Still, we got in around 5 and crashed for a few minutes and then went to explore.

We headed down to Music Row which is a bunch of bars and shops. It seemed like all of them had music and it was loud.  Some of it was twangy, some of it was poppy.  So we ate some bad BBQ at the BBQ place with the pig and we looked in shop windows and I saw the Hatch Show Print Store where they have created some of the best music art in history.  We looked in the windows of 5 places and finally went in what I knew would be my favorite which was Roberts Western Wear.  Roberts, back in the day was the home of BR-549, a seminal alt country, cross over band that cut an awesome “Live At Roberts” CD that was vaguely life changing at the time.

Roberts is cool.  Most of these bars are set up like classic New York shotgun bars.  Doors in front, bar running almost the length of the room.  All the way back.  The stage is directly to your left as you walk in and you can see the back of the band through the window and it is PERFECT.  

All of these places are cool in their own way.  Almost all of the bands play cover songs and they run the gamut but at Roberts seems to trend to Hank and Johnny and George Jones and it is just sweet and it is nice for me because my wife loves that kind of music and we have a good time together and listen and drink and watch people. We got a wobbly table in back (all tables in all bars in Nashville wobble... it has something to do with physics) and shared it with another couple who might have actually been older then us.  There is scribbling all over the place and when I looked up I saw a sticker for my favorite record label.  

Sweet.  The bands were sweeter and we had a few drinks in cheap plastic cups and heard a few sets.  In Nashville there is never any cover. The bands play for tips and occasionally someone will walk around with the tip jar.  It seems like a suspicious model but, it is what it is.  We went out and explored another place that was playing loud pop covers and it was cavernous and band sucked so we decided it was about time to head home but...

The thing about Music Row is that there a lot of bars and on the side street to our hotel there was “The Swinging Door” so we went in there for a nightcap and heard some more fine country music.  None of the bars has a jukebox because almost all of them have bands, all day long.  That is the nature of the bar business down there and it is more than a little cool and fun. We enjoyed the swinging door but we had one more stop before bed.  A friend of ours from St. Louis has a brother who was a singer songwriter in Nashville and he was not a bar owner.  He opened a place called “The Listening Room” and he did it at least partially with a Kickstarter campaign.  If you don't know what that is look it up.  Anyway, the place is a beautiful huge room with a giant stage that is actually set up for... music.  They had three singer songwriters sitting on the stage and they just kept trading off songs one after the other.  Apparently they all lived in a place called “The Ryman Loft” and were subsidized to come there and write songs and sing songs.  What an industry.  A few songs... a few drinks and then off to the Hampton. Quite a Thursday.

Now we have kind of a vacation routine or perhaps a vacation rut that calls for me to get up, leave the room, get newspaper, go to breakfast and leave my wife to sleep.  A couple of problems with that as we get older but the biggest one that has recently presented itself is that I can no longer eat my normal breakfast of biscuits and gravy and in fact no toast or anything with wheat or that might have been with wheat.  As the writer of the St. Louis Diner Review I have...obligations though and with a little work I found The Hermitage.  Just a little out of downtown... slightly seedy and perfect.  I had eggs and sausage and they were awesome but they could have done a lot better for me... if I had let them.  I will still make a strong recommendation for it if you hit downtown.

I then went and grabbed my lovely wife and we headed off for what the Hobbits refer to as 2nd breakfast.  We tried to go to “The Pancake Pantry” on Belmont near Vanderbilt but it was packed so we settled for some foo foo place across the street that was a bakery which was likely not the perfect place for a gluten intolerant boy.  But we muddled through.  i think I ate some ham and an egg.  Then we were off to Vanderbilt to visit a girl we knew who was going there and it turned out she is actually a campus tour guide and we got the “tour”.  It was getting a little cool after having been in the 70’s last night but we took a nice forced march around the campus and... wow... what a beautiful campus.  We saw everything from their football and baseball fields to their library, to sorority row.  It was really beautiful.  They also had a cool thing in their commons which projected EVERY google search that was being entered at the school at that moment and in laser script put all these hundreds of searches on the floor where you could walk over them, and read them, as you walked over them and it was.. cool.

We left there and headed back downtown to walk around some in the daylight.  We went straight to where I wanted to go which was Hatch Show Print.  It was gorgeously full of posters all over the wall of music, events.  The place was packed with people looking at the poster art for sale and what is displayed on the wall and we shopped for a while and discussed whether we could by a large print to put in the family room before buying nothing and leaving.  We needed a nap but not before we went back to Roberts.  But it was a big night coming up which now required... a nap!

We got up for happy hour and drove to East Nashville where evidently all the cool kids live and play.  We headed to a place recommended on no less than GOOGLE as the best street tacos in Nashville.  It is questionable whether they were actually gluten free but the place had a long lines and was more than worth the wait.  We split 4-5 of them with carnitas, chicken and some unidentifiable meats.

Tasty, spicy and once again worth the trip.  This was really our first vacation where we totally relied on the iPhone and Google maps to get around.  No directions, just dictating where you wanted to go into Siri!  It worked... reasonably well.  We are after all old people and it becomes kind of difficult to even accomplish the most basic of tasks.  Especially when drinking.

From there we went well filled to the 5 spot.  Tim Carroll, husband of the beautiful Elizabeth Cook.  He does happy hour every Friday at 5 at the 5 Spot in East Nashville.  The ceiling at the 5 Spot looked a lot like this:

http://www.the5spotlive.com/blog/

We came in and order some drinks and were thrilled to find out that in East Nashville they

serve drinks in glasses.  That is a treat.  The 5 Spot is a really quality dive bar and we were the ONLY ones there.  Literally.  The bartender.  The band, and us.  And they do it every week.  We had two drinks and they played 5 songs and it was awesome.  He simply is a great guitar player, has a very solid voice and writes some seriously bad ass songs.  He does get annoyed with me requesting songs he cant remember but... I can live it.  But we had to go because it was time to go to THE GRAND OLE OPRY!

Now I cannot pretend that I had any real desire to go to the Grand Ole Opry but, I had never been, and Elizabeth Cook was playing and it did seem like it might be kind of a bucket list item.  We got there and parked about a mile away.  It is in OPRYLAND which includes a mall and a hotel and it is all kind of new and kind of cement and charmless.  But the Opry... the Opry is pretty cool.  it is really not a huge venue with a floor and a balcony seating and it looks like most people use the stage.  There were fewer bathrooms than at a Blues game.  We found our seats on the balcony at 8:05 and the show had already started and... it was kind of cool.  The way it is formatted is there is a different host every half hour and during that time three acts play... two songs each.  And it was... fun and interesting and sooooo country.  And there was an announcer who did commercials and each section had it’s own sponsor and it was sooo country.  But is was fun and Elizabeth Cook excellent and Tim Carroll made it over from the 5 Spot and we saw... (End of Part 1)

Soooo... evidently our winner is a non St. Louisian!  Evidently he is, at best, a postential significant other of the daughter a Principal of the Moneta group.  Evidently.  Congratulations to Mr. Perkins.  You chose brilliantly and boxed the rest of us out before even the final tip off.  I am not sure that has happened before.  Kudos from KUBE Management.  I am not sure, we fully publicsized this in the past but you MUST of course be in attendance at the party at The Depot on Monday in order to kollekt.  I don’t know your parents Charles but KUBE takes it’s obligations to teach all kontestants important life lessons and one of those is LIFES NOT FAIR!  The good news is that if Charles cannot make the final game party that the money will not go to the other Kontestants but will instead go to the Kukla-Becker Kraps and General Gambling Slush Fund.  See the lesson above.

It looks like a Winstroer is in the money.  Obviously we are all saddened by this.  On the other hand, at least it wasn’t Steven.  He paid late and under protest and durress and only when he was informed that he was likely in the money and would be shoved out if he didn’t pay.  

Shapiro who also might be in the money and is a prenial KUBE Kontestant... also late pay.

Henry Buemer faught a game fight but with his father making him chose Missouri he was doomed not to win but when you consider his winner went out in early, this is a pretty impressive selektion.  Henry is, I believe a first grader so when Perkins is thumping his chest he should remember that he beat a 7 year old who chose Missouri to go all the way and has a crush on my 20 year old daughter.

What can you say about the games?  Wichita State really was something and the Valley (still the conference that SLU should be in) represented powerfully.  Louisville could have folded but instead they defended and won the game of attrition.  Michigan similarly won with defense rather than through offensive brilliance and the final game looks to this guy to be a low scoring, bodies crunching in the paint, battle!  I can’t wait.

The party at The Depot this year is likely to be a star studded event.  Bill Klinton and Stephen Kolbert are both staying in town at Kukla’s request (Major Political Donor) and the entire Billiken basketball team will also be there as well as Brad Pitt and the late Charlie Spoonhour.  The menu looks like:

Kukla all day smoked pulled pork on sandwich or gluten free corn tortilla!

Kukla all day smoked and falling apart ribs!

Bauman’s Chicken wings (only 20 so come early)!

Chick Fil-Et Nuggets (not gluten free) hopefully brought by Kowert.

Krave Kase of White Kastles brought by Becker the Wrecker or his brother!

Some Beer

Some Gluten Free Beer

Some Bourbon being konsumed by me in the Korner.

AND MORE!

The event should not be missed!  Kukla’s Home Address is:

1030 Barberry Ln

Saint Louis, MO 63122-5100

Kuklas Social Security Number is:

394-46-9877

Kukla’s Bank Routing Number is:

32-55690-11

Kukla’s First Pet’s Name was:

“Bonkers”

I am only giving you all this information because hacking his bank account and stealing the money by way of bank, mail and wire fraud is the only way any of you will ever share in any of the riches of KUBE.  We stack up mountains of many every year in our kontinuing skam and I would proud to be part of it, but Don never shares with his partners.  At this point I am just pleased he has not, “settled all of the families business”.

I will see you Monday.  Congratulations Perkins!  Please send us a picture of yourself laying in a pile of money for us to post on web site next year.

New Pope, New Hope... for a Lutheran?

Sooooo... this old grumpy, religion skeptical Lutheran boy is impressed.  The Pope process is less than transparent.  As a Lutheran we stick our chins out at a lot of things Roman Catholic and pridefully show disdain for certain aspects of Roman Catholicism like saints, and Popes and the elevation of Mary to a Deity and praying for the dead... but we fail to mention that we adopted 90% of it whole cloth and in truth, Luther never wanted to leave but in his arrogance could not countenance that what was then the churches leadership did not embrace his version of God’s all encompassing Grace.

Of course as Lutherans we seem to have lost that.  Our leadership and the conservative Lutheran blogosphere which seems to govern our churches theology and doctrine are much more concerned about who their Pastors and laity are praying with than to be too concerned regarding something as silly as God’s Grace.  It has rarely been more important for our Missouri Synod President to appear on TV with cardinal Dolan and decry how Obama is the anti Christ and President Harrison referred to his testimony before Congress with the Roman catholic Bishop as a martyrdom.  Tears in my eyes for his suffering.  

The Catholics have been suffering hugely with their well publicized scandals which they have handled, for lack of a better word, poorly.  Benedict was a dogmatic Pope who embraced high church, wanted to bring back the Latin Mass (the language of Christ I think if it wasn’t German) and looked with at best a jaundiced eye on Vatican II.  But, for whatever reason he stepped aside.  The College of Cardinals for whatever reason was led to chose this very conservative but apparently very Jesuit Argentinian and this man, for whatever reason took the name of St. Francis as his own which holds as much symbolism as anything he could have led off with.

He is a VERY conservative guy.  He is said to dislike the “social justice” arm of Catholicism and signed a document stating that being worthy for the Eucharist includes accepting the churches stance on abortion.  But he is a Jesuit and he cares about the poor to his core and he might end up being a radical voice of God’s Grace and love from Rome.  The National catholic Reporter stated that “At a meeting of Latin American bishops in 2007 Bergoglio said "[w]e live in the most unequal part of the world, which has grown the most, yet reduced misery the least" and that "[t]he unjust distribution of goods persists, creating a situation of social sin that cries out to Heaven and limits the possibilities of a fuller life for so many of our brothers".  That is a heavy statement.

But words are just words.  I am a huge fan of Maundy Thursday where as Lutherans we celebrate the only commandment given us by Christ, that we love one another the way he loved us.  Catholics celebrate Holy Saturday as we prepare for Good Friday and Christ’s suffering and death on the cross.  Evidently there is a Vatican tradition of the Pope doing a foot washing on that day.  Christ of course washed the feet of his disciples prior to going to Gethsemane and surrendering to Judas and the mob.  Foot washing is beautiful in it’s humility and it is hard to envision any act of service more intimate.  It is my understanding (which is limited since I am of course a Lutheran) that the Pope would wash the feet of leaders of the church.  Men.  Men of station. Christian, righteous, pious, men.

But not Francis!  Francis goes to a prison.  Francis does not just visit the people in prison.  Francis goes and he washes their feet.  He washed the feet of prisoners.  he washes the feet of Muslims.  He washes the feet of... (gasp)... women.  This is not the way of the modern Church.  Our leaders like to make rules.  They like to make doctrine.  They like to enforce doctrine.  They enjoy sitting in their enclaves making edicts and then going out to visit the faithful.  Not that they are not happy when their flocks serve, so long as they serve with the right people, and of course if you Lutheran’s, so long as you do not worship with those people.  Some things are not to be tolerated.

But not Francis.  Francis goes to prison and serves the needs of the forgotten.  The needs of the lost.  The needs of the evil, broken sinners.  Francis went and served people like me.  I know I have quoted it before but Bruce Cockburn, Canadian rocker of may years, retold the nativity of Christ in his song “Cry of a Tiny Babe”, and he sings “It isn’t to the palace that the Christ Child comes, but to shepherds, street people, hookers and bums.”  Amen a

nd God Bless our new Pope.  He might not be the head of my church, I might not think he is infallible, I am sure he will take positions that offend and disappoint me but God Bless the new Pope this Easter and all my Catholic brothers and sisters for finding a man who with a humble act of mercy gives me new hope.

Happy Easter and God’s Peace.

KUBE KLASSIK: 10 Reasons To Not Enter The KUBE!

10 Good (or at least possibly acceptable) Reasons For Not Entering The KUBE:

1. You are my son Pat (which means you go to school in Lawrence Kansas and have no idea where the Allen Fieldhouse is or what a Jayhawk is or... well you get the idea.

2. You hate America.

3. You hate yourself, AND America and your busy on Facebook messaging Manti Te’o’s girlfriend.

4. You are a life long Kentucky fan and are currently watching them play a “really tough” Robert Morris team (you are suicidal).

5. You are busy with a Mah Jong tournament at out “the club”.

6. Your ACC numbers are down (because you are old enough to know what ACC numbers are).

7. You have a brief, pleading, motion, letter, or something due somewhere to someone that you believe is more important than entering your brackets in the KUBE.

8. You feel bad seeing yourself do so much better than the Mowen family.

9. You have no friends nor hope of ever having any friends (Kowert/Winstroer).

10. Your intolerant of gluten, lactose, fructose and perhaps.... people.

It is Tuesday Night. The play in games are already occurring. We are still not at 200 entries. I believe that we are ahead of last years pace but I will not tolerate slacking. If we do not reach 500 entries this year Glen Beck has told me that the progressives will WIN, with George Soros and then Bloomberg soda guy. We cannot have that. You need to enter the KUBE now. You need to enter for your children! You need to enter for your pets. You need to have a bracket for your children's pets. GRANDCHILDREN need brackets to fund (what will then be their million dollar, yet still useless college education)!

So let's get off our butts and log on to www.kubeklassik.com and enter 5 times tonight. Do it for yourself, do it for America, do it for the kids and grandkids you are screwing by allowing your country to run up un-payable debt to pay for all your entitlements.... but do it!