I’m just borrowing them, honest!

From The Sports Guy’s Intern’s column, you tell me which is scarier:

Personally, this one scares me to the bejeezus belt.

(WARNING: This is pretty disturbing. I don’t like to fly, and I found it disturbing. Fortunately, I don’t fly all that much, otherwise, I’d find myself a closet to live in for the next 40 or so years.)

Everything I said yesterday about letting Arabs slide through security checkpoints goes out the window. Before, during or after 9/11. We know people of this nationality are out to cause trouble, and while its only maybe 0.001% of people from Arab/Muslim/Middle Eastern nations that are out to bring us down a few thousand at a time, didn’t we learn with the first WTC go ’round in 1993 that they should be looked over a few times? Racial profiling is a shitty thing, but if I’m flying to Vegas, I don’t want to land in Omaha, Nebraska, wing first.

Definitely not as scary, but just as sickening in its own way, the ESPY awards’ version of the gaudy celebrity gift bag holds a reported 600-grand worth of junk. Free junk. Free junk for people that don’t need free junk. If Kobe Bryant can drop what I’m sure he’s dropping for a legal team to bail him out of a rape case, I would think he could cover his own Lasik surgery, teeth whitening stuff and 12 McDonald’s salads. Hell, he can probably call Venus Williams and she’ll send him a few dozen of her special hats, too. Meanwhile, I run around like a special ed kid at recess when my boss gives me a free hat.

And finally, to lighten the load a little bit, there’s this one (from Wizbang.):

The ultimate reason why I, even if it means biting my lower lip until my teeth meet and sawing my fingertips off with a butter knife, try to hold back when writing about co-workers. We’ve all thought it, this guy/girl said it, and we all learn.

Okay, forget it. THIS is definitely the most sickening link of the day. Wizbang, you’ve got a new friend.