Film Recommendation of the Week...

Falling Skies
Release date June 19th, 2011 on TNT.
Running time-45 minutes per episode.

This is a sci-fi adventure series that focuses on the aftermath of an alien invasion. From the little we know so far, 90% of the Earth's humans have been killed, all armies have been destroyed and the aliens have set up camps where humans are used as slave labor to collect scrap metal, seemingly to build some sort of craft. Reports from all over the country state the aliens have set up theses massive mother ships in every major city of the United States.

We are left with roving bands of survivors, a mixture of civilians with nowhere to go and the remnants of the US armed forces, who are doing battle in small insurgent groups while trying to figure out how to defeat the alien invaders. The main character is a US history professor looking for his captured son, played by Noah Wyle of the television hospital drama "E.R.".

He plays the typically earnest, Huckleberry Finn-type character who tries to exemplify the best in all of us. I can do without the All-American do-goodism, it's a cheap cliché that requires no thought, and quite frankly it's downright tiresome. Other than that, some of the babes are pretty hot and the three episodes so far have been quite entertaining. In other words, it is a nice addition to what will turn out to be one of the most boring summers in sports, television and film I've witnessed in years.

Let's be real-if the most pressing and urgent situations in pro football and basketball are those stupid work stoppages, then it's time to ignore the issue until the idiots in charge resolve it, because we all know it will be beaten to death on sports talk radio. So tune them out and watch something more entertaining than another pathetic episode of "Mob Wives" or "16 and Pregnant". We have the producers of last year's killer series "The Walking Dead" to thank for this. We should have had more episodes of this show by now, but they will not air until October or November of this year. Fucking sucks.

UPDATE-we are now heading towards the season-ending two-hour finale on Sunday, August 7th. All the episodes have been extremely good, and I'm glad the writers steered clear of overexposing the main character. His "Honest John of America" bullshit was seriously getting on my fucking nerves. Stay tuned, because I have a feeling it's going to be excellent.

The aliens have been in cahoots with some of the survivors who, in exchange for their lives, have been giving them information on where to find and kidnap the young humans they need for their mission. They control the humans by setting up harnesses along their spinal columns. These harnesses have been used against the aliens themselves. they are controlled by some super-tall and thin human-like aliens who look nothing like the multi-legged creeps that have been out in the streets doing their dirty work.

Just as it seemed completely hopeless for humanity, the gang are planning an attack on the alien's spaceships with explosives conjured by by a rogue ex-con anarchist who'se been giving everyone fits but seems interested in helping out. This cat has managed to figure out the type of bullets necessary to pierce the alien attacker's up-to-then bullet-proof armor, which has been a major hindrance in the army's ability to put up any sort of resistance.

Babe of the Week for June 24, 2011 is...

Bruna Schmitz!!!

This stunningly beautiful blond is comin' at you straight from Brazil. Anyone who doesn't agree Brazil has the best looking women of all skin tones and hair color must report to the nearest anti-doping tent for a drug test, because you are obviously on crack. Why surfer chicks are so incredibly fine I do not know, I'm just glad they are. It must be the care-free, easy-going lifestyle that makes gorgeous young women want to go out and hit the waves-

Here is her official bio from Sports Illustrated-
Bruna Schmitz, 20, is a professional surfer who hails from Salto do Lontra, Brazil. She began surfing at age 9, and in 2003 she won the Billabong Pro Junior title, making her the youngest athlete to win a professional event in Brazil. Bruna is sponsored by Roxy and Lui Lui shoes and currently surfs on the ASP Women's World Tour.
 

In my next life I wanna become the son of a rich couple with primo beach-front property, so I won't have a care in the word besides surfing and hooking up with some of the finest babes on planet Earth. Bruna, you loook mahvelous, dahling-absolutely mahvelous!!! Thank you Brazil for producing such outstanding babes in such mass quantities!!!

Lebron James...

This photo says it all. "Mr. Sense of Entitlement" from the age of what, eleven? Twelve? Riding to a game in a limousine with a bar rack full of candy? Uh-huh. Anyone else spot the irony of this man-child exploiting and being exploited by the same hyper-drive fame machine that's eviscerating him now? Lebron James has the tattoos "The Chosen One" and "King James" scribbled on his body. There is no greater affirmation of these monumentally arrogant and hollow statements than what we witnessed during this year's NBA Finals against the Dallas Mavericks.

Coming up small isn't the only thing he accomplished-he exhibited his true character, that of a clueless over-hyped con man who can only lead from the front, a pathetic shell of the player he keeps telling us he is. The most physically talented basketball player of his generation (a slight notch above cats like Dwight Howard, Blake Griffin and Derrick Rose) is a Tin Man with no heart. All flash, no substance.

Stephen A. Smith of ESPN stated that James is going through some personal issues that are apparently none of our business. I say it IS our business, because when you crown yourself King while still in high school, when your stated purpose is to become a global icon, when your ambition is to become the first billionaire athlete (sorry, but I think Tiger Woods beat you to it, oh Chosen One) you have to explain why you sucked massive horse cock in practically every fourth quarter of the Finals series, coming up short and small just when the lights are brightest and your team needs you the most.

Funny how Jason Terry had no problems talking shit after having a terrible game 3 performance and then going out and backing it up by lighting the Heat up. He was even called out by Dirk Nowitzki. Yes, Jason Terry, a 6-2 reserve shooting guard who I've seen dunk during a game maybe twice in his career. Lebron is 6 inches and about 70 pounds of pure muscle bigger, yet Terry absolutely killed him and the rest of the Heat team when it mattered-in the fourth quarter. Why did this happen? That's the question, isn't it? That should have been James lighting the Mavs up in those critical fourth quarters, but it wasn't.

If James is having personal problems, it must stem from the antics of his mother. Here on "Busting Chops" not too many things are sacred. Mothers and children are usually off-limits depending on the role they play in whichever particular tragic-comedy they happen to star in. This lady does not fall into the category of "saint", so she will get no mercy. This is a woman who was known to storm the sidelines of the Cleveland Cavaliers arena, loudly and publicly berating then-coach Mike Brown to anyone who would listen, disrespecting him whenever things went wrong. And no one would or could say anything because she was Lebron's mother. Who would dare?

She once went up to NBA broadcaster Mike Fratello while he was working a game and yelled out "Hey!! You wanna come and coach this team? Come on down!!!" Her latest fit of stupidity occurred in April 2011 with a parking attendant in a Miami hotel. She was arrested for a some type of assault (emphasis on ASS) even though it was clear the parking attendant hit her first. But he probably did this because she was drunk off her ass and said something stupid and demeaning to him. I could definitely see him hauling off and slapping her to the floor if this was indeed the case. But her crowning achievement had to be her rumored affair with her son's then-Cleveland Cavalier teammate Delonte West-

Imagine walking into the locker room knowing one of your teammates is fucking your mother in the ass and coming all over her face like Ron Jeremy after every game. That would be a tad bit disconcerting to say the least. I know it would throw my equilibrium off definitely. And not only a teammate, but the one who is by appearance and behavior the most thugged-out hoodlum-looking motherfucker this side of a Pelican Bay inmate. He has the most tattoos and has logged the most visits to a police station and psychiatric in-patient clinic than anyone else Lebron knows. His mom had to pick the most special special-ed NBA player outside of Ron Artest, and rumor also has it he ain't the only motherfucker she's fucked with (and continues to fuck with) in the league.

Apparently, she cannot be stopped. Thus the existential angst that seemingly attacks Lebron James only in the fourth quarter of really important basketball games. Then again, I too would freeze in moments like this knowing that Delonte West is horsing my mother like a thoroughbred, and probably videotaping it too. Here is a photo of her getting involved in an altercation between the Celtics and the Cavaliers, where Lebron had to tell his own mother to sit the fuck down and stay out of it. What type of asshole would do something like this? Lebron's mom, that's fucking who.

I felt a bit sorry for him until his diatribe after The Heat were eliminated in game six of the Finals. James was asked about what he thought of "The Haters", those who wanted to see Miami lose in general and see him fuck up in particular. Here is what he said-

"All the people that was rooting on me to fail, at the end of the day they have to wake up tomorrow and have the same life that they had before they woke up today," James said Sunday.

"They have the same personal problems they had today. I'm going to continue to live the way I want to live and continue to do the things that I want to do with me and my family and be happy with that. They can get a few days or a few months or whatever the case may be on being happy about not only myself, but the Miami Heat not accomplishing their goal, but they have to get back to the real world at some point."-Lebron James

The losers James is referring to are the very same ones he counts on to make his jersey the #1 seller in the NBA, the same losers who buy the magazines he's featured in and watch his every move on the basketball court when they watch him on TV. Basically he's saying whatever we do his life is awesome and ours suck. If our lives didn't suck, we wouldn't take so much pleasure in watching him lose.

As one of those people he is referring to, let me just say that I'm glad my mother isn't like his. I have no respect for some uneducated, hyper-promiscuous, ghetto trash hoochie who instead of giving birth to a crack baby like she would have under normal circumstances, wins the lottery by having one of the most gifted athletes the world has ever seen. So instead of going about her business with some semblance of dignity, she goes out of her way to embarrass him at every turn. DUI indictments, assault charges and acting out every groupie's fantasies by fucking not only NBA players, but players on her own son's fucking team!!!

I'm not a Lebron James fan at all. He has surrounded himself with yes-men and pathetic sycophants from his high school days who do nothing but blow smoke up his ass instead of giving him pragmatic life advice that could see him through such hard times. From the apotheosis of hubris with "The Decision", the televised ego-fest that someone told him would increase his national exposure (it did, but for all the wrong reasons) to the even more ridiculous celebration with fellow dickwads Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh, complete with fireworks, smoke machines and the announcement that they would win not one, not two, not three...but seven championships.

We don't hate Lebron because he's unlikeable. There are plenty of athletes who do and say much worse things. We hate him because he seems devoid of what fans would gravitate towards-humility. He's never known it, never felt it, and is clueless as to how to approach any semblance of it. He has a whorehouse full of no-talent cocksuckers whose major purpose in life is telling him how great he is and how all that matters are the endorsement dollars he's raking in regardless of the haters.

I hope he never wins a championship ever in his career. He'll be rich and have a fabulous life, no doubt he'll remind us. And he'll be the owner of a legacy he truly deserves-karmic justice at its' finest. And for all the asholes who are projecting the Miami Heat to be the favorites next year to win it all, there might not even BE season next year due to the impending NBA lockout.

The other thing is, Dallas still will look good; and so will the Lakers, the Memphis Grizzlies and the Oklahoma City Thunder. And the teams in the East are hell-bent on improving, whereas the Heat are already more than maxed out salary-wise. All they'll be able to do is put together another bunch of bums past their sell-by date who would play for a bullshit one-year league minimum contract for the chance at possibly winning a ring.

Just ask Mike Bibby how giving up $6 million dollars next year just to play for the Heat this year worked out for him. No one is going to sign him for anything near that amount next year, and believe me other players have seen this and will stay where they are than leave money on the table to take a gamble that will more than likely fail. The Heat as constituted presently will never beat any of those teams I just mentioned. Never. And we'll be back the same time next year wondering how Lebron's mother sabotaged his efforts to win a ring with her antics.

Here's what Cleveland thinks about "The Decision"-