Frog-Gate 2012: Looks Like It's Pretty Tough to Pick a Side in TCU's SGA President Impeachment Proceedings Game

FORT WORTH - After two weeks of questions about the decision to spend $50,000 on the SuperFrog statue, Student Body President Brent Folan is facing impeachment.
The motion to formally begin impeachment proceedings was made at the end of Tuesday evening’s SGA meeting by former SGA Representative Jordan Mazurek.
“I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve done in office,” said Brent Folan to student representatives and about 60 students who crowded into the meeting.
Folan, responding to criticism for a lack of transparency on funding the $50,000 bronze SuperFrog statue on the first floor of the Brown-Lupton University Union, said: “I’m very proud of all the accomplishments we’ve had as a Cabinet.”

Seeing the new bronzed and bug-eyed addition to TCU's Student Center certainly doesn't help ease the fresh wounds of brutal Big 12 losses, but I mean, this bro's just trying to get through the year safe and sound with a nice resume builder, right? Maybe leave behind a little legacy gift for the kids? Well, maybe these bloated pork projects can fly in Washington, but one enviro-Nazi, union-marching, activist will see that they don't work on University Drive in Fort Worth, either.



President Folan, hoping his political career hasn't peaked

Last week, the SGA House of Representatives passed a bill requiring all non-budgeted student government spending above $15,000 to be passed by a majority of the House. Since then, there has been student criticism about the statue’s funding process, its $50,000 price tag and circulating rumors about a possible impeachment of Folan.
Mazurek, whose seat on Intercom was eliminated by Folan earlier this semester, created an event on Facebook urging students to attend Tuesday’s meeting.
"I created a petition on Facebook that invited [students] to come to SGA and reminded
them that SGA is an open forum for them to come and take part in,” he said at the meeting.
  

Mazurek - disgruntled activist at work

What's that? Oh, well then... could it perhaps be that someone isn't taking too kindly to Folan giving this vindictive hippie the heave-ho just months earlier? Well Mazurek, I see your move, and I raise you two Dolans. Two you ask?

(TCU360.com) Chief of Staff Evan Folan, younger brother of Brent, said his computer, containing the minutes from April’s meeting, crashed over the summer. SGA confirmed there are no records of the vote.
Evan Folan said he was not "allowed" to answer questions regarding the missing records, per Cabinet's collective decision not to speak to the media.

Well played, Folans. Well played indeed. The old hard drive crash excuse. It's impenetrable. Nevermind the classic, old school nepotism. We can only pray that some homely freshmen saved her own precious, scribbled copy of the meeting minutes, and this story really goes national. Until then, hopefully this isn't weighing too heavily on the hearts and minds of Gary Patterson's bunch as they enter a brutal November stretch.

Pill-Popping DFW Moms Finally Learning What it Takes to Be a Winner

“I am a supermom, that is all there is to it. I am on my game for my kids”

That sound your hear is my interns replacing the old "Blog Like a Champion Today" sign above the door to WWCD headquarters with "I'm a super-blogger, that's all there is to it. I'm on my game for my readers." Just like my boy Lance and me, Heather Moore finally figured out what it takes get to the top. Whether it's seven tour titles, 2 blog Pulitzers, or the illusive Mom-of-the-Year, sometimes the increasing blood pressure, lack of sleep, and trembling extremities are minor collateral damages on the path to greatness. You bet your ass it was tough for Mr. LiveStrong to climb up the Pyrenees while fighting cancer and skepticism, or for yours truly to pound out hilarious blog posts in the face of crippling writer's block and cock-starved groupies. Welcome to the club, Heather. The Winners' Club.

"You're Through, Soup Nazi!" - Seinfeld Soups Coming to a Tom Thumb Near You

 

 

The SoupMan, made famous by the "No soup for you!" line on Seinfeld, is now being delivered fresh from Al Yeganeh's soup kitchen near Hell's Kitchen in New York City to local Tom Thumb grocery stores. OK, maybe that's not the exact logistics, but it's close. After years of work, they've boxed it up and are shipping it out.
The Original SoupMan comes in four varieties: lobster bisque, chicken noodle, lentil and tomato bisque, with a suggested retail value of $3.79 and $3.99 for a 17.3-ounce carton. Much better then the 10 bucks in Hell's Kitchen.
Check their slightly fussy website for exact locations.
- taken from the Observer

Well, better late than never I suppose. While the lobster bisque certainly appeared to be the classic, I don't know what respectable soup-maker doesn't push the Jambalaya. For the better part of a decade the whole reason I ordered Jambalaya, or anything remotely Jambalaya-based, was solely to sneak in "Jambalaya!" like a giddy, portly, soup-starved mail carrier. Marketing 101, really.

"Relaxing with Cubes" Is Definitely the Hottest Thing on the Internet Right Now

Makin' chicks wet, without breakin' a sweat. Is there anything this guy can't do?

DJ Mbenga Shoots 50% on Field Sobriety Tests, Arrested Anyway

DALLAS – Former Dallas Maverick DJ Mbenga was arrested for public intoxication Tuesday morning after putting his hand on an officer's chest while leaving a restaurant at Fitzhugh Ave. and U.S. 75, according to a police report. The document says Mbenga was attempting to exit the Buzzbrews Kitchen at 4 a.m. Tuesday as a pair of Dallas police officers were walking in. The 7-foot Center put his palm on one one's chest and said, “You move out of my way.”

The officer stopped and responded, “You don’t touch police, let alone make that statement.” The incident report then says Mbenga said, “You want to go? I do what I want, so you move out of the way!” The officers smelled alcohol on the 32-year-old’s breath, who also had “unsteady balance” and bloodshot eyes. Mbenga was escorted out of the restaurant but continued to argue with the officers. The police report says he was cuffed and failed three of six field sobriety tests.

He was then taken to jail for public intoxication. The report says a witness told police he saw Mbenga act aggressively toward both the staff and a woman who he arrived with at the restaurant. The incident report says Mbenga told officers that he was a former Mav who was “supposed to go sign with the (Toronto) Raptors" before they took him to the detox center.

 

Tough crowd for a town with a recent championship, huh? I know the Moose wasn't here for it, but the guy's put in his time in the League with a respectable 47% from the field. I know paint players should be high percentage shooters, but the guy goes out and shoots 3 for 6 in crunch time like a pro, and still gets cuffed? Tough night for sure. Come on, officers, you knew he had "unsteady balance" years ago, that's why the Mavs let him walk in the first place. Moose never had a chance with these Dallas transplants, and he should've known it the second he had to tell them who he was. I feel ya, DJ. Hell, half the fun of going to Buzzbrews after 2am is the chance to run into some pseudo-celeb pushing the legal limit. If I know this town's late night taqueria scene like I think I do, there's no way he wasn't trying to high-five these pigs and just missed it like a free throw.

Must Be UT-OU Weekend: Dallas Broad Attacks Mom After Being Criticized for Leaving Bloody Tampon on the Bathroom Counter

 

DALLAS - Meet Yakia Lashonta Mays. The Texas woman, 35, was arrested last night for aggravated assault after she grabbed a kitchen knife and charged at her mother, who had upbraided her for "leaving a bloody tampon on the bathroom counter top," cops allege.
Sandra Mays, 52, got into a verbal argument with her daughter inside their Dallas home late last night, according to a Dallas Police Department report. The "major disturbance" was triggered by the discarded tampon. As the pair quarreled, Yakia (identified as "AP," for "arrested person") allegedly went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and "began charging" at her mother. "Bitch, I am going to kill you," Yakia announced.
Sandra Mays told cops that, fearing for her life, she ran to a back bedroom and locked the door. Sandra (identified as "comp," for "complainant") added that Yakia sought to break the door down. While doing this, she remaked, "Bitch, I am going to stab you in the middle of your fucking forehead." When cops arrived at the duo's apartment, they observed that the bedroom door was "semi broken off the frame." They also recovered the kitchen knife from the nightstand in Yakia's bedroom.

Talk about a battle that truly divides family, huh? There's no question Yakia was gettin' an earful from her Sooner-lovin' mom all week. "Horns got stomped the last two years," "no way Ash can play against a decent defense," "Mack's nuthin' but a jive-talkin cracka," or whatever else these illiterate cranks say these days. (that's Sooner and Longhorn fans... what were you thinking?) Just gettin' under a girl's skin like only a mother knows how. And what's Yakia supposed to say? That comeback card is empty, and every Texas fan knows it. Bro's woulda just shared a few punches then a couple brews, but not chicks. Always gotta step it up a notch. Yakia played the only card she had in the bag, or the underwear, as it were, and I don't blame her one bit. Sandra just has to take this give-up move as an ultimate debate victory and move on, not keep up the offensive. After that anything's fair game, including murder by kitchen knife.

How Soon Can I Party with Dallas' Biggest Dental Villain and His Home Water Park?

Cry me a river, Byron Harris. Let he who is without fraud cast the first stone, right? I for one know you don't become a titan of industry without cutting a few corners along the way. But once you start slappin' steel on the grill of every confused immigrant, then prop up your own Hurricane Harbor right in the backyard of the town's biggest taxpayers, you better own it. That means no blueprint leaks, no visitors, no questions, and no mistakes. Hear trouble? Waterhose time every time, plain and simple, like me with the jealous ex-girlfriends and blog groupies. Media mogul, dental magnate, whatever. Malouf gets it, and there's no question I'll be snortin' a line off the side of that slide before sliding headfirst into a pool of champagne-toasting, brace-faced call girls at some point. Funny thing is that I was looking at the same place on Strait Lane, but I didn't think it would be very ethical for a reputable sports journalist to be neighbors with the area's biggest sports star. I am still a professional.

Game 162; AKA Now We Get Serious

Staying up past midnight to watch the league's highest scoring team have their dicks go limp has been a real treat and all, but enough is enough.  So you got a few more September sellouts and beat the late local news in the ratings. That's great. But seriously, is this real life? No way the team with the second lowest payroll in baseball is gonna hand the two-time AL champs just their second sweep of the season. Fantasy land is over. Moneyball doesn't have a happy ending. Dempster has to have one good start in him, because I refuse to be a part of a playoff play-in game against Buck and his band of Rangers' cast-aways.