Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.

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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Teddy Roosevelt says get off Brett Favre's ass!

To all you sports columnists and hack writers (including who dare to call Brett Favre a "waffler", yet waffle yourself every week when you pick teams across the board to win or lose. To all you Packer fans who, not long ago, would've done ANYTHING to defend the good name of your 16-year QB - the QB who helped bring the Green Bay Packers back to relevance. To all of you who think you know the reasons why Brett does what he does - who can miraculously read his mind. To all you hypocrites who say Favre is a baby - a selfish egomaniac; who are bitching that he's now playing for the Minnesota Vikings and how it tears your heart out so much so that you've relegated yourself to hitting Favre pinatas and burning or throwing out your Favre jerseys or wearing shirts that say, "Traitor Brett" or "We'll never forget you, BRENT". To all football fans in general. Look in the mirror. Look at the baby and the selfish egomaniac in the mirror and then read this:

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

President Theodore Roosevelt was a great man. Those were his words. Think about them before you put your dumb cheesehead on (which I never liked in the 42 years I was a Packer fan). I'd eat TR's shit before I'd give blood to Packer GM TT (Ted Thompson) and any of you hypocritical bastards (unless I know you and you're really bleeding to death...but I will charge you for it). I hope the Vikings kick the shit out of the Packers 2x and then I hope - as has happened in the past - that the domestic violence rate skyrockets and you all pummel the shit out of each other.

And if you're gonna be morons and burn or toss out your Favre GB jersey...don't be a total dumb ass. Give it to me or my brother.

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