Generation Weenie

I never thought I would be defending K-Fed but I’ll take his side over a bona fide Weenie any day. And just to show that you can’t even make fun of yourself in this Gen W marred society, the distinguished Ex-Spears put out a Superbowl ad of himself as a fast food fryboy day dreaming about being a rap star (apparently inspiration for our youth).  Steve Anderson, National Restaurant Association President wasn’t too happy (about K-Fed pretending to be a fry cook, not pretending to be a rapper) and cried weenie.  He called it “a strong and direct insult to the 12.8 million Americans working in the restaurant industry.”  Luckily they’ll never know they were insulted because they will be at work during the superbowl.  Anyone order pizza?

Another of the same, or at least that is what the U.K. Minister of Labour believes. Unfortunately, his comment that the members of a particular town may be inbred didn’t go over well with his constituents. Never mind that this Minister has a PhD in genetics and was referring to the higher rate of diabetes seen in this specific location compared to the fact that very few members leave the town and that many have the same last name.  Hi, this is my brother Daryl and my other brother Daryl.

A few years ago, the Department of Transportation ruled that animals used to aid people with emotional ailments like depression or anxiety should be given the same access and privileges as animals helping people with physical disabilities like blindness or deafness. And you can guess what happened. All the whiny weenies came out of the woodwork demanding that Fifi, the 15-year-old blind miniature poodle with manicured nails and a pink bow be allowed access to Chilli’s restaurant, Wal Mart, the plastic surgery office, and on flights to Vegas, all in the name of emotional support of course. But Cynthia Dodge, founder of Tutor Dogs in Greenfield, Mass thinks it is “a total insult to the disabled community. They are ruining it for people who need it.” So let the battle of the offense ensue, but choose your side wisely. A 30-year-old resident of Croton-on-Hudson, N.Y. who suffers from abandonment issues threatens, “I can fine people or have them put in jail if they don’t let me in a restaurant with my dogs, because they are violating my rights.” And we wouldn’t want to inhibit Fifi’s right to piss on the floor and yelp at the black people.

Seems the Irish found an ale they don’t like, the Black and Tan. And it was Ben and Jerry’s misfortune to make an ice cream out of it which apparently insulted the entirety of Ireland because of a 1920’s British Militia of the same name. Don’t need to explain this one myself. I’ll leave it up to the quotes in the article. “I can’t believe that Ben & Jerry’s would be so insensitive to call an ice cream such a name and to launch it as a celebration of Irishness … it’s an insult!” Of course, Ben & Jerry put themselves in the weenie conga line by issuing an apology.