What Grinds My Gears: Forced Public Apologies

We learned as children that an apology is not about the words, it's about intent. We've all been part of this convo:

"Say you're sorry."
"sorry"
"...like you mean it."
"Uggghhhhhh, I'm Soooorry"

Verbally admiitting that one effed up means nothing unless the apology is sincere and voluntary. Because of this, there came a time in my life where the need for an apolgy seemed childish (I believe I was 7). Why then, I ask, do the grown adults who allegedly RUN this country whine like little bitches when they get made fun of? I mean, is saying "Political Figure A is not smart" REALLY that big of a deal? Apparently so, and subsequenty the offender, contrary to the logic of a seven-year-old, needs to stand on a podium in front of cameras and pretend to be sorry for what he did.

Even WORSE is when the General Public wants an apology when they weren't even victims...AT ALL!! Let's take South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford. He cheated on his wife. Tell me...how does anyone other than his WIFE deserve an apology!?!?! Even if he DID owe the sensitive, state of South Carol-WHINE-a an apology, all he's REALLY saying is "To all those I hurt...I really wish I didn't get caught. Next time, I'll try harder NOT to." Wow, I sure feel better after that apology!

What Grinds My Gears?

The douche bag "expert" musician that comments on a youtube video about how the selection was good but how they would do it better.....

First of all let me be clear, youtube is an addiction, and I am a self-acknowledged addict. Dont jump on me from your pedestals because we all know that while youtube is not as trendy as the book of faces you all have your internet-based vices...ye who make no mistakes cast the first stone......

Now that we have established that I spend copiously unhealthy amounts of time perusing this video networking site I can being my rant.

I was listening to a rendition of Frederic Chopin's Nocturne, a classic piano piece, legendary for its elusive tonality, and hauntingly melodious nature. The performance was recorded years ago in Europe by Alfred Cortot, a pianist who studied under Emile Descombes, who himself was a PUPIL OF CHOPIN! Thats right, the performer was a 1 degree separation from the composer of the music!!!

So one would anticipate comments raving about what a unique opportunity it is to share in this particular version of the piece....and for the most part your anticipation is spot on....except for one tiny comment made by PIanoMANxXx....
(direct quotation spelling and all) "A deliteful peice indeed however I wud have altered the vibrattos to more aptly suite the moods of chopins desire for love. This verson was to basic and had no emotion." .................. PIanoMANxXx if you are reading this right now I pray that you take heed of my warning and catch the midnight line west and dont stop running cuz when I find you, and I WILL find you, I will bash your face into your Sony Play Time keyboard until you cant feel anything below your waste and then proceed to tell you how many ways Chopin could kill you...and I will make you listen to them all....

Really? I'm the one whos gonna have to say it....

Ok so the Boosh International may have taken a bit of a holiday recently, a small break if you will....

Alright I'll be honest, the boosh has been hemorrhaging lately...like feeding tube, artificial heart, and iron lung type trouble...After having talked to the other 2 authors I've decided without their consent to committ to re-opening the Boosh International to all our once-loyal-now-probably-annoyed-and-moved-on-in-their-lives-because-christ-if-this-blog-is-all-I-look-forward-too-then-i-need-professional-help fans. I will resume regular writing and posting of all of our old favorite subjects and bring back the noise and funk and such...So to the old now dead Boosh a hearty requiem en terra pax for you and a hello the the new offspring.....