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GSP signs a contract to defend his title on a certain day and at a certain time, he should have to do that. For Super Bowl 2013, the time and date of kickoff have already been set. Same for 2014, 2015, and 2016. If one of the teams that make it to the Super Bowl decides not to play because, say, the quarterback has a staph infection or a pulled hamstring or whatever the heck any of those excuses truly mean, a Super Bowl champion will still be crowned that day. The same thing should happen in MMA.
    These are the types of things I learned growing up. I didn’t have a tough life full of tough love, which doesn’t make for an exciting story. But at least I’m not a prima-donna crybaby who covers my body in tattoos and thinks he has the right to call in sick. I didn’t join the sport so I could cut in line at strip clubs. Fighting is an obligation, just like real life is an obligation. If someone were to kick in my front door right now, I couldn’t say, “Geez, you’re fifty pounds bigger than me, this isn’t really fair.” No, I’d get up off my ass and show him the way back out, which is what we should do with a lot of the current fighters.
    So I just want to say, thank you, Coach Pittman for making me a real man.

     

 

Richard Nixon: Still My President —and Here’s Why
     
    ixon was a man . Not a particularly handsome or well-spoken man like yours truly , but a true man who got the job done. Every documentary about the Vietnam era shows that same clip of Nixon getting out of a plane and flashing the peace sign with both hands, which is fine. But then immediately after this clip they always smash-cut to a montage of clips depicting various acts of ‘Nam-era derring-do by our courageous soldiers. In these clips they are either dropping load after load of bombs or fearlessly patrolling the fetid Southeast Asian jungle with their M-16’s (always with cigarettes dangling from their lips) or burning down “hootches” as “Charlie” flees in terror or on fire. They show clips of helicopters flying low, spitting death onto the enemy, the trees, the ground … well, onto just about anything and everything. Which is fine by me, but. …
    Richard Milhous Nixon, patriot and president, didn’t get us into the Vietnam War—he just did his best to win it. Nixon inherited Vietnam from … the Democrats.
    Tell me, my fine friends and readers, have you ever seen a documentary or clip that associates either John F. Kennedy or Lyndon B. Johnson with the admittedly gruesome shenanigans in Southeast Asia? No, you probably haven’t. Now ask yourself if that makes sense, knowing that both of those rogues had a lot more to do with it than Nixon. Wondering why that is? Let me tell you. It’s because the people who make all those video montages are the direct philosophical descendants of the curs that brainwashed the country into thinking JFK and LBJ were good presidents and decent men. It’s the same media men and women who ran the patriot Richard Nixon out of the highest office in the land, which he won in an overwhelming landslide—in a “mandate from the masses” unlike any seen before or since.
    The media I am referring to is of the same lineage as the knucklehead reporters, writers, and journalists who provided the almost unspeakably pro-Obama coverage in this most recent, and most disastrous, “election” (“coronation by media” sadly being a much more accurate and descriptive phrase). This branch of the media hated Nixon. They hated him for his courage and his refusal to kiss their asses. They hated him for his work ethic, his moodiness, his love of true liberty, and his ability to get things done with grit, resolve, and determination. He was nothing like their shallow, pompous, glamorous, born-to-the-manor idol, John F. Kennedy. JFK had nothing on his own. The media co-manufactured his cheap, reflective pseudo-brilliance, and then they basked in it, like the reptiles they were and still are. And that is an