I was listening to the radio the other day. I heard "Let it Rock" by some guy who can't really sing. Okay, the song has a good beat to it, but admit it, dude can't sing. He screams or yells or talks through the song. The entire song. I could do that. That doesn't take talent. But, I digress from Mr. Rock.
At one point, he uses the word "ass." Fine with me. It is not offensive. I don't care if the guy uses that word. But then, BEP comes on. Oh, that is Black Eyed Peas for my older readers. Go google "Fergie." You will enjoy it. I know its guys who are reading this and not knowing who BEP is. Suddenly, "Don't Funk with my Heart" becomes "Don't Mess with My Heart."
Mess? Don't mess with my heart? Really? We have to take the word "funk" out of a song. Is it offensive? Is it because it has 4 letters in it? Because it starts with "f." Or because the radio folks are pansies.
Then they take out words that make it so a song makes no sense. Nickelback songs have words taken out so they don't say drugs. Really? We need to bleep out those words? But we can say ass? I don't get it.
Not only do we allow ass, but we then allow morons like Keith Brooks on the radio. Dude should be renamed "I can barely put together a coherent sentence Brooks." Not only can he not put together a complete sentence, and by complete I mean subject-noun-verb, but he sounds like he has marbles in his mouth. And yet some radio station bigwig, and by bigwig, I mean some guy who thinks that people still like dj's and doesn't understand that people who like dj's listen to AM radio, thinks this guy is good. Brooks does radio like I would do Broadway - poorly. Shove a pencil in his mouth so he can open his freaking lips when he talks.
Annunciation. That is a good thing for a guy on the radio. Oh, and taste. This guy has no taste. He last had taste when I was 6' tall. NEVER! It is not funny to tell some kid who calls in that he is adopted. Not funny. Never. Ever. Not now. Not in 5 years. Not in 10 years. Not in his whole pathetic lifetime.
Oh wait, back to those songs. I forgot. The guys at Family Guy got it right with the Freaking FCC episode. Here is the best part, and maybe the best part of this show: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NDPT0Ph5rA Seriously, you have to watch this for the 2 minutes it takes. Freaking hilarious.
Now someone tell me why I can't hear the words to the song? I won't funk with their hearts if they won't funk with my music!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Jon and Blecht Plus Acht
Okay, so it is not a perfect rhyme. Shoot me.
Have you seen this show? Jon and Kate whatever the hell their last name is have 8 kids. Really, she is the reason why people should need a license before they have kids. One kid is too much for her. But, she has 8.
And she is annoying. No wait, annoying is a nice word for her. The proper word is 5 letters long but will get Blogger to make me R rated if I use it. So, it rhymes with snitch.
Seriously, has she ever gone 30 seconds without talking. Just 30 stinkin seconds. She probably yells at people in her sleep. Sighs. Makes noises. He probably only gets quiet when she is away - far, far away. Like in Siberia.
I can just picture them having sex. He is moaning "Oh baby..." and she starts in on him "That's not right. You need to do this instead. I don't like it when you do that. Why do you have to stick that in me? I don't like it in me. Do you have to put it in me?" This explains why they are stuck at 8 and not having 9, 10, or 11.
You know he has thought about divorce. But, he doesn't want those kids by himself. And sharing custody? Holy cow. Of course, it also helps that the tv gravy train stops if they get a divorce. What would he do then? A real job to support all 8 kids and Godzilla? That wouldn't work. And we all know she wouldn't work. She probably hasn't worked an honest day since, well, the Bunny Ranch fired her. (Look it up!)
Of course, if he ever killed her, you know he would be found not guilty. Not even not guilty by reason of insanity. Just not guilty. The whole defense would be showing several episodes of the show. A jury would see her and start cheering. Oh, wait, that's mean. They wouldn't cheer until they voted not guilty. Then they would throw a freaking party. Seriously, could anyone blame the guy if he off'd her? It is the only way to get sanity.
This show should be banned. Banned. Not just cancelled. Banned and all film of it burned. No one should be forced to watch this witch again. It should only be shown to captured Al Qaida operatives since it is more effective than torture and will confirm what they think of us being ugly Americans!
Have you seen this show? Jon and Kate whatever the hell their last name is have 8 kids. Really, she is the reason why people should need a license before they have kids. One kid is too much for her. But, she has 8.
And she is annoying. No wait, annoying is a nice word for her. The proper word is 5 letters long but will get Blogger to make me R rated if I use it. So, it rhymes with snitch.
Seriously, has she ever gone 30 seconds without talking. Just 30 stinkin seconds. She probably yells at people in her sleep. Sighs. Makes noises. He probably only gets quiet when she is away - far, far away. Like in Siberia.
I can just picture them having sex. He is moaning "Oh baby..." and she starts in on him "That's not right. You need to do this instead. I don't like it when you do that. Why do you have to stick that in me? I don't like it in me. Do you have to put it in me?" This explains why they are stuck at 8 and not having 9, 10, or 11.
You know he has thought about divorce. But, he doesn't want those kids by himself. And sharing custody? Holy cow. Of course, it also helps that the tv gravy train stops if they get a divorce. What would he do then? A real job to support all 8 kids and Godzilla? That wouldn't work. And we all know she wouldn't work. She probably hasn't worked an honest day since, well, the Bunny Ranch fired her. (Look it up!)
Of course, if he ever killed her, you know he would be found not guilty. Not even not guilty by reason of insanity. Just not guilty. The whole defense would be showing several episodes of the show. A jury would see her and start cheering. Oh, wait, that's mean. They wouldn't cheer until they voted not guilty. Then they would throw a freaking party. Seriously, could anyone blame the guy if he off'd her? It is the only way to get sanity.
This show should be banned. Banned. Not just cancelled. Banned and all film of it burned. No one should be forced to watch this witch again. It should only be shown to captured Al Qaida operatives since it is more effective than torture and will confirm what they think of us being ugly Americans!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Clothing No-Nos
Get your mind out of the gutter - not going without clothes. Well, that works too. Especially on a woman. I don't really need to see guys without clothes. It is just not my thing. But, since I am all in favor of equal opportunity, get your mind out of the gutter, but you can picture your favorite person of either sex without clothes on while you read the rest of this post.
Some people need help. And I don't mean the kind of help they get from Clinton and Stacey on "What Not To Wear." By the way, that show should really be called "Clinton and Stacey: We Think We Are Cool, But We Aren't." Stacey needs someone to tell her she isn't that funny. And Clinton - well what can you say about a guy whose first name is really a last name? Seriously, would you take Bush Jones seriously? What about Obama Ryan? No? Of course not, so why would you take this guy seriously?
Anyway, here is my list of top fashion faux pas' that should be banned:
1. Running shorts - seriously, why do guys wear these? Does anyone have a reason? I would even take a bad reason. Yuck! I don't want to see Louie and Robbie bouncing between Paulie while you are running. Cover up!
2. Velour track suits - Ladies, really? You think these look nice? What is it? You think you want to go to the gym, but nah, not really? Are you going to break this out with your Coach shoes? It is not cool. It is not stylish. It should not be worn!
3. Speedos - banana hammock. Nuff said? Maybe, but not in my rant world. Guys, women do not want to see your "stuff," your "junk", or your "member." Put on something that has more material than a SI swimsuit model covered only in paint.
4. Bracelets - I get the Livestrong bracelet. I get a Susan G. Komen breast cancer bracelet. I do not get 100 bracelets. I don't get 50 bracelets. Heck, I do not get 10 bracelets. Why? Are you really supporting every freaking cause in the world? If so, I have a bracelet for you. And some prime real estate in Florida. Please. Stop with the bracelets. I do not want to see any more bracelets. Oh, and wearing them with your suit does not dress them up. It just makes it look like you do not have enough style to take it off with your suit. I won't wear my nice watch with a t-shirt and shorts if you will take off your dang bracelets with your suit.
5. Front and back cleavage - no, not up top, down low. I do not want to see your frontal cleavage. I do not want to see your rear end cleavage. Pants should fit. Your under garments, if you wear them, should fit. And fit does not mean I can see every inch. A little cleavage up top - very nice. A lot of cleavage up top - even nicer. But, there should be no cleavage below the Mason-Dixon line. Please.
6. Sweater dresses - it should either be a sweater or a dress, not both. If you want to wear a sweater, put on some jeans or nice pants. If you want to wear a dress, great. Guys like dresses. Guys do not like sweater dresses. They are not attractive. Stop. Take it off. And if it looks like a sweater mini-dress, then it should be burned. Send it to me and I will take care of it for you!
Feel free to post a comment with your fashion no-nos. I am sure there are more out there.
Some people need help. And I don't mean the kind of help they get from Clinton and Stacey on "What Not To Wear." By the way, that show should really be called "Clinton and Stacey: We Think We Are Cool, But We Aren't." Stacey needs someone to tell her she isn't that funny. And Clinton - well what can you say about a guy whose first name is really a last name? Seriously, would you take Bush Jones seriously? What about Obama Ryan? No? Of course not, so why would you take this guy seriously?
Anyway, here is my list of top fashion faux pas' that should be banned:
1. Running shorts - seriously, why do guys wear these? Does anyone have a reason? I would even take a bad reason. Yuck! I don't want to see Louie and Robbie bouncing between Paulie while you are running. Cover up!
2. Velour track suits - Ladies, really? You think these look nice? What is it? You think you want to go to the gym, but nah, not really? Are you going to break this out with your Coach shoes? It is not cool. It is not stylish. It should not be worn!
3. Speedos - banana hammock. Nuff said? Maybe, but not in my rant world. Guys, women do not want to see your "stuff," your "junk", or your "member." Put on something that has more material than a SI swimsuit model covered only in paint.
4. Bracelets - I get the Livestrong bracelet. I get a Susan G. Komen breast cancer bracelet. I do not get 100 bracelets. I don't get 50 bracelets. Heck, I do not get 10 bracelets. Why? Are you really supporting every freaking cause in the world? If so, I have a bracelet for you. And some prime real estate in Florida. Please. Stop with the bracelets. I do not want to see any more bracelets. Oh, and wearing them with your suit does not dress them up. It just makes it look like you do not have enough style to take it off with your suit. I won't wear my nice watch with a t-shirt and shorts if you will take off your dang bracelets with your suit.
5. Front and back cleavage - no, not up top, down low. I do not want to see your frontal cleavage. I do not want to see your rear end cleavage. Pants should fit. Your under garments, if you wear them, should fit. And fit does not mean I can see every inch. A little cleavage up top - very nice. A lot of cleavage up top - even nicer. But, there should be no cleavage below the Mason-Dixon line. Please.
6. Sweater dresses - it should either be a sweater or a dress, not both. If you want to wear a sweater, put on some jeans or nice pants. If you want to wear a dress, great. Guys like dresses. Guys do not like sweater dresses. They are not attractive. Stop. Take it off. And if it looks like a sweater mini-dress, then it should be burned. Send it to me and I will take care of it for you!
Feel free to post a comment with your fashion no-nos. I am sure there are more out there.
Jim Calhoun Has (Basket)balls
By now, you may have heard of Jim Calhoun and his rant at a "Freelance journalist." I feel like we are brothers in rant. Of course, he makes $1.5 million per year and I make like a buck fifty per year, or a "buck fitty" if I decided to rap.
First, Jim Calhoun has balls. Big ones. Big basketballs. He told the guy to shut up. Admit it, you know you have wanted to be at work answering questions and tell someone to shut up. Just "Hey, you, shut up." I know I would. I talk to debt collectors and insurance adjusters. What better groups to tell shut up to? This young adjuster at Allied needs to be told it. But that is another rant.
Second, what was this deal with the freelance journalist? I guess I could be a freelance journalist. Seriously, what the hell is a freelance journalist? Sure, you can be a real freelance journalist but that means you must comply with JOURNALISTIC STANDARDS. Asking questions about a man's salary after he coached his basketball team to a win is not journalism - it is having no clue what you are doing. Seriously, the high school journalism teacher at my high school knew more than this guy.
Third, even if you want to give this guy the benefit of the doubt, and I call him this guy because I haven't looked up his name, because who really cares, what was up with him attacking the other journalists? At one point, he said "I wouldn't have to ask these questions if these guys who do their jobs." Really? They are sports writers. They write about sports. They do not write about the salary of the coach or the state of the budget of the State of Connecticut. Sheesh.
So, the next time you rant, tip your cap to Jim Calhoun, the biggest balled ranter, er, the ranter with the biggest basketballs I know.
First, Jim Calhoun has balls. Big ones. Big basketballs. He told the guy to shut up. Admit it, you know you have wanted to be at work answering questions and tell someone to shut up. Just "Hey, you, shut up." I know I would. I talk to debt collectors and insurance adjusters. What better groups to tell shut up to? This young adjuster at Allied needs to be told it. But that is another rant.
Second, what was this deal with the freelance journalist? I guess I could be a freelance journalist. Seriously, what the hell is a freelance journalist? Sure, you can be a real freelance journalist but that means you must comply with JOURNALISTIC STANDARDS. Asking questions about a man's salary after he coached his basketball team to a win is not journalism - it is having no clue what you are doing. Seriously, the high school journalism teacher at my high school knew more than this guy.
Third, even if you want to give this guy the benefit of the doubt, and I call him this guy because I haven't looked up his name, because who really cares, what was up with him attacking the other journalists? At one point, he said "I wouldn't have to ask these questions if these guys who do their jobs." Really? They are sports writers. They write about sports. They do not write about the salary of the coach or the state of the budget of the State of Connecticut. Sheesh.
So, the next time you rant, tip your cap to Jim Calhoun, the biggest balled ranter, er, the ranter with the biggest basketballs I know.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Octuplet Overload
Okay, so this lady, and I don't remember her name and don't care enough to look it up, had octuplets. You have heard about that. She had six kids and decided it would be a good idea to have more. She went to a crazy fertility doctor who implanted her with too many embryos and she ended up with eight babies.
So, how did she pay for this $100,000 or so treatment? She used money from her $165,000 disability settlement. Of course, that runs out. Oh, and she had her parents watch her other 6 kids. Of course, now they are being foreclosed on. Her first publicist quit after getting threats. That publicist worked for free. Brilliant move for that person. They got more pub than they could buy.
Octuplet mom now wants to go back to school to finish her master's degree. Sure. Right. Like that will happen. What is she going to do, go to school while her kids live in a cardboard box? No, wait, she is going to go on welfare. She already is on welfare.
Now, I don't have a problem with welfare for people who need it, but 14 kids? Really? You do not need welfare. You need to be fixed. Wait, it is called a tubal ligation. Being fixed is for animals. Of course, having 8 babies at once is like a litter so maybe she does need to be fixed.
So, now Oprah wants to talk to her. I am sure Katie Couric will want to talk to her. Hell, she needs ratings. Maybe Maury. Geraldo got going, but had to go open an empty vault. (The alliteration there is funny.)
This lady may be a moron for having 14 kids or 8 at a time. But, she is crazy like a fox. She is in the newspaper every day. Her name, whatever it is, is all over the internet. The tv folks want her. The radio folks want her. Hollywood wants to do the Hollywhore story, er, I mean the story of the woman who had 14 kids.
Look, you want 14 kids, do it the Duggar way. Have one at a time from the time you are 12 until you are 40. Then, when your youngest is born and your oldest is getting married, go on the honeymoon with your oldest. That's normal. Maybe, and here is an idea, you shouldn't have 14 kids. It makes no sense.
Really, it is dumb. Idiotic. Stupid. One kid is a lot of work. Two kids are not twice as much work, but two and a half times more work. Three kids is crazy. And that is doing it with two parents. You want to do this by yourself like you are some supermom. You can't even take care of your current kids. You need your parents to do that. And you have the audacity to have more kids? Sheesh.
14 kids means you are looking for TLC to do a show about you. Maybe you can enter your kids into Toddlers and Tiaras.
Hey, crazy octuplet mom, why don't you enter your kids into that? They can compete against each other. You would probably like that. Maybe your older kids, who are clearly going to be teased at school, would like to whoop on the octuplets in a pageant. You could use the money after all.
Here is my offer to you: I have $5 for you to leave. No, not leave LA. Stay there. Leave the press. Stop talking to the media. Get your parents to close the door, lock it and not open it again. I don't want to see them on tv. I don't want to see you on tv. I don't want to hear from any of you. I don't even want to read about you anymore. Stop. Go home. Leave us alone. Go take your 14 kids and pray every night that they grow up to be good citizens and not sponges on the system like you.
So, how did she pay for this $100,000 or so treatment? She used money from her $165,000 disability settlement. Of course, that runs out. Oh, and she had her parents watch her other 6 kids. Of course, now they are being foreclosed on. Her first publicist quit after getting threats. That publicist worked for free. Brilliant move for that person. They got more pub than they could buy.
Octuplet mom now wants to go back to school to finish her master's degree. Sure. Right. Like that will happen. What is she going to do, go to school while her kids live in a cardboard box? No, wait, she is going to go on welfare. She already is on welfare.
Now, I don't have a problem with welfare for people who need it, but 14 kids? Really? You do not need welfare. You need to be fixed. Wait, it is called a tubal ligation. Being fixed is for animals. Of course, having 8 babies at once is like a litter so maybe she does need to be fixed.
So, now Oprah wants to talk to her. I am sure Katie Couric will want to talk to her. Hell, she needs ratings. Maybe Maury. Geraldo got going, but had to go open an empty vault. (The alliteration there is funny.)
This lady may be a moron for having 14 kids or 8 at a time. But, she is crazy like a fox. She is in the newspaper every day. Her name, whatever it is, is all over the internet. The tv folks want her. The radio folks want her. Hollywood wants to do the Hollywhore story, er, I mean the story of the woman who had 14 kids.
Look, you want 14 kids, do it the Duggar way. Have one at a time from the time you are 12 until you are 40. Then, when your youngest is born and your oldest is getting married, go on the honeymoon with your oldest. That's normal. Maybe, and here is an idea, you shouldn't have 14 kids. It makes no sense.
Really, it is dumb. Idiotic. Stupid. One kid is a lot of work. Two kids are not twice as much work, but two and a half times more work. Three kids is crazy. And that is doing it with two parents. You want to do this by yourself like you are some supermom. You can't even take care of your current kids. You need your parents to do that. And you have the audacity to have more kids? Sheesh.
14 kids means you are looking for TLC to do a show about you. Maybe you can enter your kids into Toddlers and Tiaras.
Hey, crazy octuplet mom, why don't you enter your kids into that? They can compete against each other. You would probably like that. Maybe your older kids, who are clearly going to be teased at school, would like to whoop on the octuplets in a pageant. You could use the money after all.
Here is my offer to you: I have $5 for you to leave. No, not leave LA. Stay there. Leave the press. Stop talking to the media. Get your parents to close the door, lock it and not open it again. I don't want to see them on tv. I don't want to see you on tv. I don't want to hear from any of you. I don't even want to read about you anymore. Stop. Go home. Leave us alone. Go take your 14 kids and pray every night that they grow up to be good citizens and not sponges on the system like you.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Auto Warranties
Okay, so I buy a car and it comes with a warranty. I get that. The warranty pays if something on the car breaks. It is good for a number of years and miles. Makes perfect sense. At some point in time, it expires. And therein lies the problem.
How come when my warranty expires, or gets close to expiring, does every Tom, Dick and Harry call me about a warranty? If I want to extend the warranty, I think I could figure out how. This thing called GOOGLE makes finding things like an extended warranty easy.
These folks call in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. And it is always an automated call that is supposed to sound like the manufacturer. It is not. I know its not. Ford has no interest in calling me. They don't care that much if I buy an extended warranty. They would rather have my car break down and have me bring it to them. That makes Ford happy - not some cheap extended warranty.
And these extended warranties are always nonsense. They cover like six things. And those six things have to happen on a Wednesday between the 11th and the 15th of the month, sometime after 11:30am and before 11:31am. The repairs are only covered by Manny - not even Moe or Jack. And if the horn beeps twice, then there is no coverage at all. Sheesh.
Now these folks have gone to email. They think that people want to buy an extended warranty over email. Why? Why would I buy their spam when I won't buy anyone else's spam. No, the President of Nigeria is not going to send me $10,000,000. No, I did not win the Sierra Leone lottery. No, I do not want your POC warranty that provides me no coverage. No, no, no.
Stop selling your fake warranties. Or at least remove me from your list.
How come when my warranty expires, or gets close to expiring, does every Tom, Dick and Harry call me about a warranty? If I want to extend the warranty, I think I could figure out how. This thing called GOOGLE makes finding things like an extended warranty easy.
These folks call in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. And it is always an automated call that is supposed to sound like the manufacturer. It is not. I know its not. Ford has no interest in calling me. They don't care that much if I buy an extended warranty. They would rather have my car break down and have me bring it to them. That makes Ford happy - not some cheap extended warranty.
And these extended warranties are always nonsense. They cover like six things. And those six things have to happen on a Wednesday between the 11th and the 15th of the month, sometime after 11:30am and before 11:31am. The repairs are only covered by Manny - not even Moe or Jack. And if the horn beeps twice, then there is no coverage at all. Sheesh.
Now these folks have gone to email. They think that people want to buy an extended warranty over email. Why? Why would I buy their spam when I won't buy anyone else's spam. No, the President of Nigeria is not going to send me $10,000,000. No, I did not win the Sierra Leone lottery. No, I do not want your POC warranty that provides me no coverage. No, no, no.
Stop selling your fake warranties. Or at least remove me from your list.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Dave Jones for Moron Commissioner
Okay, some background for those of you who do not know. Dave Jones is a former Sacramento City Councilmember and is being termed out of the State Assembly. Days after winning re-election in 2008, Jones announced he was running for Insurance Commissioner in 2010.
As his first attempt to start getting votes, Jones introduced AB 119. This bill would force health insurers to charge the same premium for men and women EVEN WHEN THE ACTUARIAL DATA SHOWS THAT WOMEN COST MORE. Okay, slow down. Insurance companies make money by charging premium, investing the premium, and then paying claims. Part of the profit is investments. Part of the profit is based on the premium covering the cost of a claim.
Actuarial data is the data insurance companies have on certain groups of people. For example, men under 25 have more auto accidents than women under 25. So, if you are a man, your auto insurance rates are higher. In health insurance, costs for women for treatment are higher than the costs for men. So, the premium should be higher according to the actual facts.
Jones, who either thinks he knows something about insurance or is afraid he will be out of job and unemployable if he does not have an elected position since he is part of the failure of California's government, thinks this bill is good. What happens? Either insurance companies start charging everyone the women's rate, which costs everyone more money, or he forces insurance companies to charge everyone the men's rate, and the insurance companies stop offering insurance.
Think this is far fetched? Most homeowners insurance companies threatened to do this after the Northridge earthquake. Allstate threatened it after the Dept. of Insurance told them to lower their rates.
Insurance companies are in the business of making money. They make money by providing insurance. If they cannot make money, they go out of business.
I am not sure if Dave Jones understands how insurance companies work. I am not sure if he has any clue as to how any business works. But, this is the dumbest thing I have ever heard from a politician. Okay, not the dumbest - Darrell Steinberg still takes that award. Hell, Karen Bass is second. The Governator is third. So, this is the fourth dumbest thing I have heard this year from a politician.
Dave Jones may be completely incompetent to run for insurance commissioner. Heck, that is not a surprised. Steve Poizner was not very qualified. Crookenbush, er, Quackenbush, was the least qualified. It seems to be a trend. But, Jones may be even more unqualified. He seems to want to pass a bill to put insurance companies out of business. That does not make him a good person for insurance commissioner. It makes him a moron.
There is a second option. He knows this is a bad idea. He is just putting it out there because he wants to get votes when he runs. He wants to look "consumer oriented." Now, as someone who is a consumer law attorney, and who likes consumers, I get that it helps to be consumer oriented. But, this is just pandering for votes. Why not walk down Stockton Blvd, a popular hangout for women of the night in Sacramento, and ask for votes? It is about the same thing.
Dave Jones - you should be ashamed of yourself. Drop out of the 2010 race now. You are an embarrassment to Democrats. No, to politicians. No, to people who think. Absolutely ridiculous.
As his first attempt to start getting votes, Jones introduced AB 119. This bill would force health insurers to charge the same premium for men and women EVEN WHEN THE ACTUARIAL DATA SHOWS THAT WOMEN COST MORE. Okay, slow down. Insurance companies make money by charging premium, investing the premium, and then paying claims. Part of the profit is investments. Part of the profit is based on the premium covering the cost of a claim.
Actuarial data is the data insurance companies have on certain groups of people. For example, men under 25 have more auto accidents than women under 25. So, if you are a man, your auto insurance rates are higher. In health insurance, costs for women for treatment are higher than the costs for men. So, the premium should be higher according to the actual facts.
Jones, who either thinks he knows something about insurance or is afraid he will be out of job and unemployable if he does not have an elected position since he is part of the failure of California's government, thinks this bill is good. What happens? Either insurance companies start charging everyone the women's rate, which costs everyone more money, or he forces insurance companies to charge everyone the men's rate, and the insurance companies stop offering insurance.
Think this is far fetched? Most homeowners insurance companies threatened to do this after the Northridge earthquake. Allstate threatened it after the Dept. of Insurance told them to lower their rates.
Insurance companies are in the business of making money. They make money by providing insurance. If they cannot make money, they go out of business.
I am not sure if Dave Jones understands how insurance companies work. I am not sure if he has any clue as to how any business works. But, this is the dumbest thing I have ever heard from a politician. Okay, not the dumbest - Darrell Steinberg still takes that award. Hell, Karen Bass is second. The Governator is third. So, this is the fourth dumbest thing I have heard this year from a politician.
Dave Jones may be completely incompetent to run for insurance commissioner. Heck, that is not a surprised. Steve Poizner was not very qualified. Crookenbush, er, Quackenbush, was the least qualified. It seems to be a trend. But, Jones may be even more unqualified. He seems to want to pass a bill to put insurance companies out of business. That does not make him a good person for insurance commissioner. It makes him a moron.
There is a second option. He knows this is a bad idea. He is just putting it out there because he wants to get votes when he runs. He wants to look "consumer oriented." Now, as someone who is a consumer law attorney, and who likes consumers, I get that it helps to be consumer oriented. But, this is just pandering for votes. Why not walk down Stockton Blvd, a popular hangout for women of the night in Sacramento, and ask for votes? It is about the same thing.
Dave Jones - you should be ashamed of yourself. Drop out of the 2010 race now. You are an embarrassment to Democrats. No, to politicians. No, to people who think. Absolutely ridiculous.
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