Que Lástima

What a shame, the title reads.

No, it's not because of the lack of activity on this blog (with two small kids, a large backyard with a pool and a very demanding full-time job, what the heck was I thinking when I thought I would have the time or energy to make daily postings?). I'm on vacation now, maybe I'll have time for a few posts of enlightenment. ;)

It's not because of Guillermo Fariñas, despite his continued hunger strike for unlimited, uncensored internet access and an excellent editorial by the Bradenton Herald, getting overlooked by most MSM outlets in favor of moonbat extraordinaire Cindy Sheehan's "rolling fast".

It's not because of the tragic death of 9-year-old Sherdavia Jenkins last week, killed when a spray of bullets from some hoodlums struck her while she was playing in her front yard in Liberty City last week. And it's DEFINITELY not because of the overwhelming lack of witnesses willing to step up and tell police what happened or who may have done this.

When will enough people in Liberty City and other crime-ridden inner city neighborhoods start caring about THEIR OWN? When will they stop pointing fingers at others?

But I digress.

This post is about the final exit by Zinedine Zidane. The French soccer star butted his way out of the World Cup and into retirement yesterday with an inexplicable bashing of his head against his Italian opponent's chest.

Arguably the world's best player, playing his last international match, in overtime of a World Cup Final (a World Cup FINAL), and he gets ejected for an amateurish move. I don't care what the Italian defender told you, just suck it up, help your team win and shut his ass up that way.

Instead, soccer-haters all over the United States (does anybody hate soccer outside the US?), have more ammunition to fill their ignorant claims that soccer is a stupid, boring sport played by stupid and boorish athletes.

Que lástima.