Blogging Boner admits that he may be getting a little too involved in political issues lately.

This one, though, is timely and won’t go away anytime soon. So, why not rant about it now so we can move onto other — less serious — matters.

Twenty years ago today Reactor No. 4 at the Chernobyl nuclear power complex exploded and caught fire. Over the next 10 days, it spewed the equivalent of 400 Hiroshima bombs‘ worth of radioactivity across Europe and beyond. The thing is still leaking today.

It was our planet’s worst environmental disaster ever. The short- and long-term health effects, while still a contentious topic of debate, to the people in nearby areas are sad and atrocious.

Editor’s note: Blogging Boner saw a gripping documentary called “Chernobyl Heart” on HBO last week that details this ongoing human tragedy. Crazy, right? Something good on HBO besides The Sopranos.

The unfortunate meltdown was also the genesis for the historic collapse of the Iron Curtain:

From then on [Chernobyl] Gorbachev mistrusted the political system that had put him in power. He tried to reform it, instituted policies of transparency — glasnost — and structural reforms — perestroika. A few years later the Cold War came to an end. Chernobyl played a role in all of it.

Sorry for the quick history lesson. But, c’mon … Glasnost? Perestroika? Those words are killer. Blogging Boner will never get an opportunity to use them in this blog ever again.

Anywho, the veil of secrecy that shrouded the Soviet Union then is similar to the one that plagues Iran now.

It’s no secret that the Iranian government is brashly thumbing its nose at the international community and going full steam ahead with its production of nuclear material.

Why the hell not — North Korea is doing it. So, too, can Iran.

There are so many bad things that can happen if these rogue nations aren’t stopped. The destruction of Israel, or an intercontinental ballasic missile armed with a nuclear warhead aimed at Los Angeles, are just two very possible doomsday scenarios.

Blogging Boner is a lover — not a fighter. And, much like the rest of the normal world, he wants to find peaceful solution to this nuclear brinksmanship.

But, we need to do more than talk shit and pound our superpower chest.

Otherwise, Chernobyl could be peanuts compared to a modern-day nuclear disaster in Natanz — or Yongbyon for that matter.

Make a donation to the Chernobyl Children’s Project International Inc. today right here.

Blogging Boner recieved this rather funny forward the other day and couldn’t wait to share it with all the folks who don’t read this blog.

It was a painful reminder, however, of just how out of control the media circus surrounding Barry Bonds and his “alleged” steroid use has become.

Enough already.

Is the newscycle so light, desperate and pathetic that it has to splash this non-story across the Internet and broadcast media 24/7?

The other day Blogging Boner got a Breaking News E-mail Alert from CNN that Barry Bonds farted while shagging flies at AT&T Park.

It’s that bad.

Here’s a news alert: Not that many people care about Barry Bonds, much less Major League Baseball.

It reminds Blogging Boner back to the year 2001 when Chandra Levy — a Washington, DC, intern for Rep. Gary Condit (D- California) — went missing.

Apparently, he had an “innappropriate” relationship with her, and because of it, the man was convicted in the court of public opinion for her disappearance by virtually every media outlet and late night talk show across the nation.

He was innocent. Not to mention terribly unlucky. But, that’s not the point.

Amidst this over-hyped media-created “sensation,” America was rocked by the terrorists attacks of September 11. And all of a sudden, no one cared about the Condit scandal. It barely made a blip on the media radar until her body was discovered in 2002.

Why? Because in the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t that important. A terrible tragedy? Absolutely. A heinous crime? No doubt about it. Worthy of all that airtime? No way.

So, back to Barry.

Is he an ass? Absolutely. Did he take steroids? No doubt about it. Worthy of all this airtime?

No way.

There are more important things with which to concern ourselves. Things that are certainly more interesting and not so played out. Hopefully, we don’t have to find that out the hard way … again.

But keep those funny email forwards coming.

Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. Because at midnite tonight, New Jersey is laying the smack down on evil bar-going smokers across the Garden State (sans Atlantic City, of course).

Check out this obituary in the New York Times.

Rub your gums with tobacco. Chain smoke until you vomit. Do whatever it takes to get your fix before heading out for a night on the town.

As a New Jersey native, this legislation has a special place in the heart of Blogging Boner.

First, we got the cock smoker out of Trenton. Now, we’ve graduated to abolishing cancer sticks in the pubs.

It is so wonderful to see that things like sprawl, overdevelopment, crumbling infrastructure and a runaway budget have all taken a back seat to lung rockets.

Bravo New Jersey! Can’t wait to see what happens next.

The other day was Blogging Boner’s fiancé’s birthday. Happy Birthday fiancé.

It reminded Blogging Boner of something he’s known for sometime now: The French suck.

The French suck for many reasons. Namely, our so-called ally’s lack of support for the war on terror. All they’ve done, really, is ban Muslims from wearing headscarves in school.

Whoopee.

I guess that’s how they repay us for sacrificing our brave servicemen and saving them from the Nazis during World War II. Make no mistake, we wouldn’t hesitate to be bail them out again tomorrow if we had to, either.

Talk about a one-way relationship. Take, take and take some more.

And, are they really giving us a hard time about Zacarias Moussaoui? Yes, the same Frech-born heathen who just yesterday joked “Burn in the USA” during the penalty phase of his trial in front of 9/11 victims. Check out this observation in the San Francisco Chronicle:

Throughout the sentencing hearing, 37-year-old Moussaoui, the only man convicted in the United States for the Sept. 11 attacks, showed no emotion. While victims cried, he smiled or yawned.

That’s a sickening tangent. Anywho, back to how much the French suck.

Besides them not having a backbone or an ounce of gratitude, the French have also been shitty enough to give us the word, “fiancé.”

Thanks asswipes.

Every time Blogging Boner says this word, he feels like removing his nuts and just tossing them in a bush. It’s such a gay word. But, there’s not another word in the English vocabulary to describe the person to whom you are engaged.

That needs to change.

Not too long ago, there was an ingenious — and popular — campaign to abolish the word “French” from the American lexicon. French fries were called freedom fries, and similarly, french toast was referred to as freedom toast.

What the hell happened to that? And, why wasn’t “fiancé” part of this long overdue exercise?

Every normal red-blooded American male would get onboard with finding an alternative to “fiancé.” There are, surely, other French words out there that suck. Let’s get rid of those, too.

We’re smart. We can make up new words. We do it every day.

That way, when people hear these new words, it’ll be a universal reminder to us all just how much the French suck.