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If I didn’t know better, I’d say NBC was in a tooth-and-nail battle to see which network’s news division could portray itself as the absolute most stupid-assed on television.

Beginning this evening, right before Cowboys-Beagles, they turned all their logos & graphics green, then shut off the lights in their Football Night in America&#160 studios, all the while bleating about how the electricity they saved would power 2000 homes for six months, and if everybody in Dallas & Phuckadelphia would just shut off the lights in one room of their super-duper-overextravagant 10,000-square-foot mansions&#160 ( ), they could power Algore’s house for a year or somesuch. (They’re calling it their “Green is Universal” campaign – NBC, if memory serves, is either owned by or closely aligned with Universal Studios somehow.)

Then at halftime, they bring out the always-retarded MATT WAUWER (a little Rush lingo, there), ostensibly broadcasting from the North Pole or the Arctic Circle or whereever, complete with a bloody igloo, whining on and on about how this is soooooooo&#160 important as to how we live our lives, and that the Today&#160 show will have the aforementioned Prince Ozone on for the first time since the Nobel dumbshits decided to cheapen their award even further, and MATT WAUWER is just all gaga over Algore and wants to have his baby…

…and I’m like, Good Gawd Almighty™, who’s the addle-brained moronic twit who’s putting them up to this?

Recommendation to the Denizens:&#160 Keep your remote controls off Nothing But Crackheads for a week, hm?

After&#160 you finish watching the Cowboy ass-whipping of the Beagles, of course.

And once again, the New England Pussies prove conclusively that they can’t win shit on their own efforts – they have to have help from the officiating.

On the drive that put them up 24-20, the bastard Brady (whose knees I’d still&#160 target, were I an NFL head coach) threw a 55 yard pass to Don-Gay Dont&#233 Stallworth, who caught the ball out of bounds.

Oh, but there were the Pansy-prick-sucking zebras on the spot to rule a force-out (which, by the way, isn’t reviewable under No Fucking Logic league rules) – you know, the force out that Widdle Terri Owens didn’t&#160 get when the Pussies pushed him&#160 out of bounds three weeks ago?

Why is it that when they&#160 need it, it gets called – but when they commit&#160 a force-out, nooooooooo – the motherfucking stripes turn their fucking eyes away?

Fuck the New England Pansy-assed Pussies.&#160 And you can quote me.