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> Homosexuals have no purpose other than to steal oxygen and food from
> more deserving people.
If a Law of Averages exists, Rob Manfred is due to get one right. Long
overdue.
Following the Commissioner of Baseball is like watching .208 batters swing
as hard as they can at 0-2 pitches. It defies logic — and helps explain
why they’re batting .208 — but persists as a modern, sense-defying
standard.
Our sports leagues are suddenly in the business of virtue signaling by
conducting Pride Day/Night games to demonstrate support for the LGBTQ+
community.
What do such designated games have to do with baseball, football,
basketball, hockey? Why has “live and let live” been replaced with shove
it down our senses?
Unless a team refuses to sell a fan a ticket based on his or her sexuality
— and I’m unaware that such is the case in any sport — the need to so
conspicuously demonstrate such support strikes me as unnecessary cases of
social showboating.
The backfires from such unsolicited and often malformed schemes are, as a
matter of foresight, both inevitable and self-defeating.
Recently, the Dodgers’ sense of an inclusive LGBTQ+ Pride Night was set
for later this month to include a group, The Sisters of Perpetual
Indulgence, designated by the team to be honored with its “Heroes of the
Community” award.
If the Dodgers spent even 10 seconds examining who they were about to
honor, they’re as twisted as these Sisters.
The “Sisters” are fringe lunatics, cross-dressers who paint their faces,
wear nuns’ frocks and raise hell by ridiculing Catholics and Catholicism
in the most public, provocative and obnoxious manner.
They don’t like the Catholic church’s positions on homosexuality, although
those positions have become more embracing as church doctrine increasingly
recognizes that no one owns the exclusive on being gay, thus, as it is
said, we’re all God’s children.
And so it seemed incumbent on Commissioner Manfred that the Dodgers’ Pride
Night, the “Sisters” chosen to be honored and eager to exploit the
inclusive intent of the game with their attention-thirsty act, be canceled
… on MLB’s orders.
And if Manfred became the target of radicals, condemned as a homophobe by
those who don’t get it and don’t want to get it — it’s a mere baseball
game — then so be it. That’s why he’s paid Commissioners’ dough and
carries the title.
He could’ve issued a brief and firm not-on-my-watch statement: “As
Commissioner I will not allow MLB to be in the business of allowing our
games to serve as venues to bash anyone’s religion, let alone honor those
who do so.”
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Idiot MLB commissioner Rob Manfred
Then walked off a winner.
But such leadership is based on a firm, confident grasp of matters as
opposed to gimmickry such as “ghost runners” to artificially determine
extra-inning games.
But we already know Manfred to be weak and inclined toward neglect, then
flight. He’s another who prefers to insult the right-minded than offend
the most offensive.
And now, as the Dodgers, with MLB’s blessings, volunteered their schedule
to serve as an unwanted and unneeded sociopolitical rally venue for the
abusively intolerant, the Dodgers have scheduled an antidote: “Christian
Faith and Family Day.” Perhaps it will include “Holy Ghost runners.”
Is everybody happy? Or is everyone fed up with the pandering, illogical
and unwanted lunacy lately attached to our sports?
Last year, Manfred hopped on a train to punish Atlanta for Georgia’s new
voting legislation, condemned by the wishful as racist. MLB, using the
All-Star Game as a political cudgel, removed the game from half-black
Atlanta depositing it in mostly white Denver.
Not only did that brilliant decision deprive black businesses of All-Star
Game revenues, that dubious claim of “racist legislation,” led to the
highest number of black voters in Georgia’s history — a fact Manfred has
ignored.
Not that anyone will again care about the All-Star Game. A can’t-miss
attraction since 1933, the escalation of interleague games under Manfred
has rendered the “Midseason Classic” a Who Cares?
Then there was Manfred’s blind, money-talks cross-promotional deal with
the scandalized, crypto currency, smoke-in-a-bucket sellers, FTX.
How many baseball fans fell into that hole based on MLB’s conspicuous
promotion of FTX’s legitimacy as MLB’s umpires were outfitted in FTX-logo
uniforms as public certification and endorsement?
Due diligence? Nah, sign here. The checks are in the mail.
“We we will proceed with caution in the future,” Manfred explained after
it was too late.
But why didn’t he have MLB proceed with caution before it first proceeded?
So on “Christian Faith and Family Day” at Dodger Stadium, Manfred will be
on hand to throw out the first heretic.
Deserving honor awaits remarkable gambling counselor
After penicillin, the greatest life-saver to my knowledge is Arnie Wexler,
over 50 years in the thankless business of rescuing anonymous souls and
their families from the addiction of gambling.
And gambling is often a twin-addiction as it pairs with drugs, alcohol and
even obesity in the downward spiral.
Wexler, 86, made his last best on April 10, 1968. You can look it up: He
had the Mets on Opening Day when they blew a lead in the ninth to the
Giants. He has spent the rest of his life as the go-to-guy for the
gambling addicted.
That he has fought against insurmountable odds — with the help of vice-
reliant legislators, America is now deeply invested in the business of
bad-odds gambling aimed at vulnerable young adults — has made Wexler no
less determined.
He taught me to know there’s nothing romantic about the media’s sell of
gambling as something out of “Guys and Dolls,” nor is the human condition
such that anyone and their loved ones are immune from the disease.
Wexler and his magnificent wife, Sheila, are Certified Compulsive Gambling
Counselors who have successfully treated, in person and by extension,
thousands of addicted, many, if it wasn’t too late, from the precipice of
suicide.
As the executive director of the Council on Compulsive Gambling of NJ,
Wexler took personal care of several candidates I sent him for his
compassionate, yet no-nonsense, streetwise counseling that led to
successful recovery. And Arnie, having quit gambling 55 years ago, never
quit on those who lapsed.
While not a man of letters — his spelling is comically rotten — Wexler has
been blessed with the ability to read humans better than any scholar I’ve
known.
Even when he allowed me covert entry into G.A. meetings, he’d later tell
me whose testimonies were legit versus those who were just conning
themselves — and explain how he knew.
For a man who lost so many bets on horses, ballgames and turns of cards,
he was never wrong about humans, starting with himself. He remains an
extraordinarily accurate tout of souls, the most remarkable unremarkable
man I’ve known.
On June 9 at the Law Center in New Brunswick, N.J., Arnie will be honored
by the Council on Compulsive Gambling for a life of saving lives.
The featured speaker will be WFAN’s Craig Carton, a criminally addicted
gambler now presumably in recovery and host of the Saturday morning show
on gambling disorders. For details:
Fel...@800gambler.org.
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