It's Funny, Cause He's A Douche

Keith Olbermann has been fired yet again. Man, when you’ve lost Al Gore . . .

The left-leaning cable network announced that “Countdown,” the show Olbermann has hosted on Current since last June, would be replaced with a show hosted by former New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer. The sometimes volatile Olbermann came to Current last year as the centerpiece of its new prime-time initiative after a stormy eight-year stint at MSNBC, followed by his abrupt departure in January 2011.

In a statement, Current TV founders Al Gore and Joel Hyatt said the network was “founded on the values of respect, openness, collegiality, and loyalty to our viewers. Unfortunately these values are no longer reflected in our relationship with Keith Olbermann and we have ended it.”

Bawahahahaha! This arrogant, loudmouth tool was replaced by a guy who spent more time patronizing primo ho-oars than he did governing the state of New York.

Over The River And Through The Woods

I took a trip to king of Prussia yesterday to visit my grandparents' grave site - albeit a week later than I had planned. The cemetery is a really nice spot, and since it was raining, there weren't a lot of people there. I spent about a half hour at the site, wiped down the headstone (it was a little dirty), and talked to them. Maybe that makes me crazy, I don't know.

When I left, I took a detour through their hometown (Bridgeport, PA) and stopped by their home (pictured above). It looks exactly the same as it did when I was a kid. As my Uncle Ray said, Bridgeport is The Town That Time Forgot. He's right. That's both creepy and comforting.

Doing It By The Book

Hey, I wrote a book. Well, I co-wrote a novel with my friend Pam from Blogmeister USA.

Here’s the back story:

Pam started working on a murder mystery in late 2008. It was set in Connecticut, and she wanted me to be a technical advisor for all things police. I jumped at the opportunity because Pam got me my former gig at Family Security Matters, and because Pam is a terrific writer. (She writes for Breitbart’s Big Hollywood, American Spectator, and other top sites.) I gave her what I could, with the caveat that everything was coming from a Philly point of view. I told her that reports and procedures in CT may be different.

After a few months of contribution, Pam asked me to be a co-author on January 12, 2009. We decided to move the setting from Connecticut to Philly, and Only Son was born.

I’ve been keeping the secret ever since; more than three years. New league record!

Writing, to me, has always been easy. (Maybe that’s why I’m not that great at it.) Writing this book, however, was difficult; especially when your co-author lives 180 miles away. We finished the final draft in October 2010, and tried shopping it to agents for about a year. When we were unsuccessful, we decided to self-publish through CreateSpace, a division of Amazon. I went to work on finalizing everything and getting it truly ready to publish. That took about a month. Now, we’re up and ready to go, and my only worry is that I missed some giant, glaring error.

I Remember Joseph A. Remar

Today would have been my maternal grandfather’s 100th birthday. More so than almost any other person, Joseph A. Remar was the guiding influence in my life. He helped teach me how to hunt and to fish, immersed me into my Slovak roots, and the joy of sauerkraut pierogies. He turned me on to baseball, and Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer. He was always patient and kind to me, even during the times when I was a little monster – which was most of the time.

Pop Pop was truly old school; the kind of guy that made “Wild” Bill Guarnere look like a hipster doofus. Got a toothache? Rub some Jack Daniels on it! Stung by a bee? Rub some dirt on it! (I saw this firsthand when a bee stung me on the bottom lip as a kid. The mud did not taste good at all.) He drank whiskey (something I could never do), chewed tobacco and would beat you to death with your own arm if you questioned him about it.

Reign Of Fire

I’m not sure how Slovaks treat their delinquent children, but I would hope these kids’ have a Hostel-inspired punishment in their futures.

Police were investigating two boys on suspicion that they set grass at the foot of the Krasna Horka castle on fire when they tried to light up cigarettes, said Jana Mesarova, police spokeswoman for the Slovak region of Kosice. The castle subsequently caught fire and emergency services deployed 84 firefighters to the scene.

The Slovak National Museum said that damage to the castle was extensive but about 90 percent of historical collections were saved, including photographs of furnished castle premises from the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, oil paintings and various ornaments.

“The castle’s roof burned down, as well as the new exhibition in the Gothic palace and the bell tower. Three bells melted,” the museum said.

The castle dates back to the 14th century. If my grandfather was still alive, he’d go back to the old country and personally beat these little bastards within an inch of their lives.