Showing posts with label World Cup Soccer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World Cup Soccer. Show all posts

Thursday, May 28, 2015

GooooaaaAAAALLLL

Billy Jeff holds up the official THIEFA World Cup ball

Upon leaving the White House in 2001, the Clintons took more than $75,000 worth of china, cutlery, and furniture to furnish new homes in upstate New York and Washington.
When Dianne Sawyer interviewed Hillary after the release of her latest book, Hard Choices, Clinton said, “…we came out of the White House not only dead broke, but in debt.  We had no money when we got there and we struggled to, you know, piece together resources for mortgages for houses…”

Just two weeks after leaving the White House, Billy Jeff delivered hundreds of paid speeches, lifting a family that was “dead broke” to a point of extraordinary wealth totaling some $106 million.

Earlier this month, on NBC’s Today Show, Cynthia McFadden asked ‘ol Bill if he would continue giving paid speeches of $500,000 each.  His answer:  “I gotta pay our bills.”

Before yesterday’s unsealing of indictments by U.S. officials against 14 top officials of soccer’s world governing body, the Clinton Foundation was in bed with tin pot dictatorships to earn the money necessary to keep Bill and Hillary in the lap of luxury and to grease the palms of Clinton hit man Sid “Vicious” Blumenthal whom they employed full-time at the “foundation” and paid $10,000 per month from 2009 to 2013.

America’s most famous grifters have now been outted for also being in bed with FIFA which is facing charges of racketeering, bribery, money-laundering and fraud.
June 25, 2010:  Billy Jeff hobnobbing with CNN anchor Wolf Blitzer, former CBS anchor Katie Couric and Clinton’s money man Terry McAuliffe at the World Cup Round of 16

Thursday, June 26, 2014

I’m With The Dog On This

Ann Coulter penned a spoof about soccer yesterday that I’m certain left many soccer fans feeling butt-hurt.  She fell short of explaining, as Bobby’s dad did in King of the Hill, that “soccer was invented by European ladies to keep them busy while their husbands did the cooking.”

Honestly, I can’t get into the soccer futbol thing.  I’ve tried.  Lord knows I’ve tried.  Team USA is in the so-called Group of Death.  Group of Death?  C’mon man.  Every time one of these guys trips on a blade of grass they roll around on the turf writhing in pain.  What a bunch of babies.

I tried again today to watch a game starring Team USA.  I know what to do when a real football game is on.  Invite a bunch of friends over to pig out on chips, burgers, wings—you know—party chow.

What does one do for a soccer game that airs at noon on a Thursday?  I had Chinese delivered:  hot and spicy shrimp, lobster fried rice, teriyaki chicken on a stick and Sa Cha chicken.

I fluffed up the pillows, put some of the tasty morsels in a bowl for Sophie my furkid to partake of and proceeded to watch men getting drenched in a torrential downpour kick the ball to and fro for an hour-and-a-half and once, only once, did the pretty little ball go in the pretty little net at the end of the rain-soaked field for a goooooooaaaaaalllllll.

Not even “Teddy Goalsevelt” could whip up any excitement in me for today’s game.  How is it even possible that you can lose a game and still win?  That’s f’d up.

I’m in the camp with Triumph the Insult Comic Dog who reported from the streets of Queens, NY, "Tens of thousands of Africans, Europeans and South Americans are converging in Brazil to create a flash mob of horrible BO.  The rest of the world calls it futbol.  In America, we call it a fucking waste of time…You have to love soccer:  the excitement of minimal contact, the thrill of low scoring. If you like watching porn in reverse, this sport is for you.”