Atlantic gym bans blacks and Muslims

An Atlanta gym owner is catching flak for banning black people and Muslims from working out at his facility.

Jimmy Chambers, the owner of EAV Barbell Club, posted an explicit message in front of his gym outlining the "rules" of his dump, one of them being "no f**k**g Muslims or blacks.

He even put up a controversial sign: "No blacks or Muslims allowed."

Chambers, a lifelong schmuck and anti-Constitution activist made no apologies about putting up the sign.

"It was really just that the vulgarity in that sign, and that seems to bring it out for people," the vulgar jerk told WXIA.

Oh wait--it isn't a ban on blacks and Muslims--it's a ban on police and active members of the military. 

My bad. 

If you really want to read the actual story by Western Journalism, go here.

Either way, the guy's an anal sphincter.



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I went to the gym today. Yes, I went for my workout on the treadmill, the universal, dumbbells, crunchy pad thingy and other machines whose names escape me as do many memories of late.

But no complaints.

So I worked up a sweat, met a guy who looked about my age and turned out to be four years younger, so maybe I have poor judgment, or maybe I look younger than I am.

I took Steve with me--left him in the trunk of the car and he waited patiently for me to get pumped and sweaty--and when I returned to Doug, (he's my car, of course), I went for peanut butter and paper towels at the Metro across from the Hunt Club Community Centre (that's the way they spell center here) and put it in the trunk and took out Steve. The photo of the guy catching the football was taken by Steve, my Nikon D300. I watched the game for a while and shot photos to put on Flickr, and then went home to a television-less house while Thasneem worked. Now I know that this information is not important to you--but think about it (in Canada they say "aboot" or perhaps "a boat," it sounds a lot like that), some dude made a skillion billion dollars inventing Twitter so all of us twits can tell each other what they had for breakfast, what they're doing at the moment, oops, they just farted, and so on--so maybe this photo of the park, and my time in the gym, and my buying peanut butter with paper towels isn't going to change the face of mankind anytime soon, but it beats the crap out of Twitter.