Fun
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
No Wonder
That explains why he wants to sue them.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Wish I Banked Like Him, Too
So, I took a couple of samples from my blog, here and there, from the years and plugged each sample in to the “I Write Like” analyzer. This will tell you what great author you write like. I could not be more pleased with my results:
He’s only my favorite author. EVAH! I will devour his books when I see them and I did, at one time, own damn near every single book he ever wrote. Because he’s fucking awesome.
To be compared to him totally makes my day.
(And if any of you actually think I am taking this stupid analyzer that seriously, get the fuck off my site, now. I would hope that by now you would realize I’m not stupid and if you think I did take it seriously, and were getting ready to type me some comment about how this isn’t an accurate analyzer; it’s the same as those random quiz generators, then you need to go fuck off right this very second. Why the disclaimer? Because you wouldn’t believe some of the emails I get sometimes. So let me end this by adding this:
Some people out there think that I’m too stupid to get it when they don’t realize that they are too fucking stupid to know I already did.)
Friday, June 04, 2010
Since The Dawn Of Time
If you have ever worked in tech support, you will enjoy this:
Actually, if you have worked with the public at all, you will probably enjoy it.
Brings me back to my tech days with printers and faxes. Believe it or not, at least 30% of the time, the unit was not plugged in. Seriously.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
LOL!
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!
Kids, this is why you shouldn’t do drugs. Or drink too much vodka. Sorry, I know this is cruel but damn that’s funny right there.
I want to know if any of you can stand to watch it all the way to the end. C’mon, kids...don’t be pansies. Watch the whole thing.
Ok, ok...to make it up to you, how about making the video more interesting? Let’s put in....a cat! A cat who reacts hilariously to being scritched. Set to Trololo guy music.
Forgive me yet?
(Thanks to moderncat)
Monday, May 03, 2010
Speedy Is Part Of The Problem
So, here we have a bunch of Mexicans sneaking across the border to steal the government cheese that is supposed to help the actual legal citizens of the United States.
Why is it that Sylvester the Cat does more to protect the borders than our own Federal Government?
(Trolls: Spare me your rhetoric. It’s a fucking cartoon. Just enjoy the damn thing. I put it here in light of the recent law passed in Arizona.)
By the way, I’ve been thinking of renting a U-Haul and driving to the nearest Cold Stone Ice Cream joint to purchase some desserty goodness that I’ll enjoy in my rented Best Western Hotel room for my holiday weekend. And laugh at the idiots who are “boycotting" Arizona drinks.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! Bunch of fucking morons. Boycotting Arizona drinks because of the new law is like boycotting the airboat park down the street because you didn’t like that you had to pay to come in to our park. By all means, boycott something that does not affect the other in the slightest. Then again, no one said racist liberals used facts or reason...they just Twitter on endlessly, displaying their stupidity to the entire world. Damn liberals are funny.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Joke For The Day
The Pope and Nancy Pelosi were standing together on a stage in front of a huge crowd.
The Pope leaned towards Mrs. Pelosi and said, “Did you know, that with a mere wave of my hand I can make every person in this crowd go wild with excitement? Their joy will not be a momentary display, like that of your followers, but will go deep into their hearts and they’ll forever speak of this day and rejoice.”
Pelosi replied: “I seriously doubt, that with one wave of your hand, you can do that. Prove it!”
The Pope raised his hand.....
...and backhanded the bitch.
The crowd went wild.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Mafia Wars
A few months back, I was enlightened about a game called Mafia Wars by someone at work. I went online to look at it, didn’t really get it and kind of forgot about it. Now that I have my mocking face book account, I see I can play through FB and those who have signed in to be my pal and who play MW are apparently in my Mafia. Cool.
I just signed up last night and am currently working on jobs, making money, getting points for more energy, attack and defense and the like but there are some things about this game that I totally do not understand.
Was wondering if any of you who do play, (especially those who are in my mafia), would be willing to answer some of my questions.
I have questions about fighting. I have questions about gifting, (where do I get those and how do I give them?) I have questions about these new places; I’ll see someone’s status stating they need help with something....how do I help them? Do I have to have so many points in a category, (attack, stamina, health), to be able to help them? What happens if I lose all my health points? Do I die and that’s it for Mafia Wars for me? Any quick ways to gain points? How many points should I aim for in each category?
Getting started is always slow going in any game, I know this and it’s going to take me awhile (time....time, time, time, always waiting for time to pass for more energy), but any helpful hints and tips, little secrets, would be appreciated.
If you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about and you have a FB account, go look at Mafia Wars and sign up. Then request friend status to my FB account, (why the hell aren’t you there already?), and be part of my Mafia. I like the idea of kicking some ass.
[Update] While I was learning and finding my way around, working hard as a gangsta, some punk ass bitch named Svensson attacked me. Well guess what, bitch! You lost! I destroyed you and took your money. Now get up and take your shattered carcass home...you’re messin’ up the scenery on my streets.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Told You I Was Going To Do It
Alright kids, I have made that Face book account I told you I was going to make. Since I’m still learning the ropes and my way around, I am not sure how to link right to my page. I will tell you that my name on there is Marc Miwords. If you have a FB account, look for that name and feel free to subscribe to it. Or tell me how to get you on there if you want to be a follower.
Please remember kids, this is a mockery of those FB accounts by those mommies out there who delight in sharing their child’s poops and other disgusting information.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sunny Days Are Keeping The Clouds Away
Yes, let’s. By the way, here’s what you can expect under a socialist, national health care plan: Not Close Enough To Death
As always, keep voting like idiots so that 10, 20 years down the road you can look around, bewildered asking, “What happened?” YOU did, asshole. You are what happened.
(hat tip: Kristine)
Sunday, October 04, 2009
This IS A Hobby
This may come as a shock to some of you but at times, I’m a total asshole. I become an asshole around certain types of people. I don’t like fake ass phony pieces of shit. I don’t like people who preach out one side of their mouths and then say something opposite out the other side of their mouths. I don’t like obnoxious, rude, loud, impatient people.
However, sometimes I display some of those very traits. One group I display those traits around are the mommies who think they just shit gold out of their crotch and tell the whole world about every last poop their child has ever taken, (sometimes with photos), all the embarrassing things their child has done and the TMI, my GOD the TMI!
And it is here that I will reveal just how much of an asshole I can be: I have been seriously considering opening up a face book account just to fuck with the mommy posters who do this very sort of thing.
Now. Before anyone suffers an aneurysm from a lack of reading comprehension skill, I do not think all moms are bad. Many people have kids and do not stoop so low as to talk in baby talk, or create journals where they are talking to themselves as baby and mom at the same time and share every last shit their kid blasts out of their ass. They talk about their kid sometimes, they share the proud moments like a dance recital or lead in a play or an award they received in school for being smart. (Does anyone receive an award for most disgusting pile of poop? I didn’t think so.) I am only against those who act like Kathy Lee Grifford and think they are the very first, ever, to have a child, ever, in the history of man, ever, and every last thing their child does is of enormous importance, illustrates, CLEARLY, the genius of their child, ("My child just pooped again in their toilet! Look at the photo! Someone call Mensa!"), that every string of snot is a work of art and that their child should be a runway model at the age of 2, “does anyone know where I can get an agent? I’m a bored housewife who wants to live vicariously through my child and add insane amounts of pressure upon their head while dressing them up like a slut to dance around like a stripper for all the pervs to see! My child is an adonis! An ADONIS! And excuse me but you will not get angry when my child slams the grocery cart in to your ankle, you should be more understanding and frankly, if I wish to whip my breasticle out in public and not even try to be discreet while FEEDING MY CHILD YOU HEATHEN, you will not give me shit about it because it’s a beautiful and natural thing to breastfeed my 8 year old and not disgusting as you put it!”
Those types.
So, if you have a little bit of an asshole inside of you, I need help creating an account. I will not use my real name. Not because I feel I need to hide behind another name but because the sole fucking reason I have never signed up for an account in the past is because I do not want people from my past to find me. They are in the past and they can stay the fuck in the past.
I need a good, clever screen name. And bio. And I’ll be male. That should really rile those gold plated vagina bitches up. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to let me know about them.
If you wish to berate me in the comments section because you think what I’m doing is wrong, morally wrong, reprehensible, mean and totally fucking rude you got damned hypocrite, don’t bother. You will be wasting your breath and time. I already know it’s mean...but I think that what these shit parents inflict on the rest of society is way more wrong than me fucking with some strangers on face book.
When this is done, I’ll be sharing some of the highlights. I’m sure there will be many because there are many hags out there with crotch fruit running around who have no sense at all.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Forum Posting For Dummies
While I came up with the title to this post, I did not come up with the meat of this post. Don’t know the original author but found this on a forum I frequent. It is the truth about forums...as well as blog comments. If you have never joined a forum or discussion group or read blog comments, you will now have all the knowledge you need before doing so. If you have, this will ring true to you. And yet we continue to frequent forums, discussion groups and comments. Because we just can’t get enough of the internet train wrecks, I suppose.
Enjoy:
How Many Group Members Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb?
One to change the light bulb and to post that the light bulb has been changed.
Fourteen to share similar experiences of changing light bulbs and how the light bulb could have been changed differently.
Seven to caution about the dangers of changing light bulbs.
Seven more to point out spelling/grammar errors in posts about changing light bulbs.
Three to correct spelling/grammar errors.
Six to argue over whether it’s “lightbulb” or “light bulb”.
Another six to condemn those six as stupid.
Fifteen to claim experience in the lighting industry and give the correct spelling.
Nineteen to post that this group is not about light bulbs and to please take this discussion to a light bulb (or lightbulb) forum.
Eleven to defend the posting to the group saying that we all use light bulbs and therefore the posts are relevant to this group.
Thirty six to debate which method of changing light bulbs is superior, where to buy the best light bulbs, what brand of light bulbs work best for this technique and what brands are faulty.
Seven to post URLs where one can see examples of different light bulbs.
Four to post that the URLs were posted incorrectly and then post the corrected URL.
Three to post about links they found from the URLs that are relevant to this group which makes light bulbs relevant to this group.
Thirteen to link all posts to date, quote them in their entirety including all headers and signatures, and add, “Me too”.
Five to post to the group that they will no longer post because they cannot handle the light bulb controversy.
Four to say, “Didn’t we go through this already a short time ago?”
Thirteen to say, “Do a Google search on light bulbs before posting questions about light bulbs.”
Three to tell a funny story about their cat and a light bulb.
AND
One group lurker to respond to the original post 6 months from now with something unrelated and start it all over again.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Messing With The Hippies
There’s nothing I like better than watching hypocritical hippies get visibly upset over something so petty:
Stupid hippies.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
On Way To The Poor House
Please tell me that you all know about Mystery Science Theater? If you do not, do yourselves a giant favor and go out and purchase any random DVD you find of MST3K and watch it. You will die laughing.
Back in the day, when I was but a wee lass, I used to watch Mystery Science Theater late at night on the television when the host was Joel. Then I started to purchase all the videos I could find. Then everyone switched over to DVD players and my VCR broke and my videos were pointless. I started to accumulate DVD of MST3K. And even though Joel was no longer the host, Michael was pretty funny as well, thought not as funny as Joel. Then I realized I couldn’t afford to do this anymore and I didn’t get any new DVDs. (Meaning, I had not completed my library of MST3K.) And life was bland, boring and colorless.
Until now. Now I’ve found a way to get my fix for only 99 cents a shot from RiffTrax! You play the DVD that you have and at the same time play the RiffTrax! MP3 that you just purchased to go along with that movie. It’s like having Cameron, Tom Servo and Crrrrroooooooooow right there in your living room. Well, you don’t get to see the silhouettes of their heads in front of the movie but the voices sound familiar.
In the meantime, you can watch and listen to the little samples they have on the front page. Now, sometimes, this was the best part of the whole MST3K movie; the little black and white bullshit school films they used to show to make us drink our milk and sit up straight. From these films we learned that appearance is everything and life on the farm is not back breaking labor but a whole lot of fun!!! (The Simpsons make fun of these old school films in their own way...Troy McClure anyone?)
Currently there are riffs for 70 movies and I haven’t checked the catalog to see if I actually have any of those movies, (I doubt it), but instead of purchasing shitty movies just to enjoy the MST3K making fun of them, just rent the movie and d/l the MP3.
This is not a paid advertisement, you just don’t understand how much MST3K meant to me. It was right up there with Monty Python and Black Adder. And I’m beyond thrilled that I get to see/hear new stuff.
For those of you who have never understood my sense of humor, (and, from some of the comments, I can see some people don’t get it....(and please do not get upset about that and stop commenting or be too scared to comment, it’s an observation only)), now maybe you’ll start to understand that a lot of this, while venting, is also tongue in cheek. Yes, sometimes I am full out venting and pissed off, (animal abusers), but a lot of times, try not to read the entries in an angry voice. Try reading them with a shit load of sarcasm instead.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Look At What Is Inside
Kids, you’ve been here awhile and you have heard me say this before:
Perception is NOT reality. I say this constantly and people refuse to pay attention. Perception is NOT reality! Get that through your heads, people! Stop looking at the packaging on the outside and start looking at the quality of the stuff on the inside.
Do not pass over this video. Even if you don’t normally click on the videos, do not pass this one over.
(For some reason, they won’t let the videos be embedded.)
Notice how the audience was laughing at her, sneering, rolling their eyes? Notice how the judges were laughing and Simon had that look on his face like, “Oh God, this is going to suck.” And then, she opens her mouth and shames them all. And look at Simon at 4:04. He looks like a goofy kid in love. Never seen him look like that before.
So, you see kids? You must stop judging people by what they look like. Girls who spend all that time and money getting all “dolled” up, walking around in their skimpy clothes do not mean they are better than others. Girls who are mellow and don’t look like Barbie dolls aren’t “less than” other girls. Same goes with guys. Someone who looks like a “doofus” doesn’t mean they are one. That guy over there who looks really good? Could be a total twat.
Take the time to get to know someone. Give people a chance. Stop fucking judging people on what they look like, what they wear, what car they drive and where they live. Find out something about them. You would be amazed at the talent, the wisdom, the sense of humor, the experiences they have if you just stop being such prats and give them a chance. Let the person inside show you who they are. Sometimes they are douche bags. But sometimes? You find something wonderful in there. And you’ll notice something as you do this. That girl who looked, “eh, ok” but is so wonderful as a person, starts to look gorgeous to you. That girl who was all done up? She opens her mouth and starts to look really, really ugly. Again, same with guys. The beauty really IS on the inside.
Perception is NOT reality. LEARN it!
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
No Hyperbole
It is so rare that I find anything on the internet that is so damn funny I laugh out loud. What is even more rare is when I find something so fucking funny, I start crying laughing. Typically I am let down when people tell me, “Oh my God, you have to read this, it’s hilarious” or, “You have to watch this movie, it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Typically, I read the words or I watch the movie and in some instances I can be mildly amused but really? Hilarious? The funniest thing ever? Are you a simpleton? I find that most things in “comedies” are predictable. I can see the punch line coming from across the country, thus rendering my enjoyment to nil as I sigh and announce to the air, “Oh please. Like that wasn’t obvious.”
Now, having said all that, the point of this post is to share a link with you that doubles me over, makes me cry laughing and just wipes away a bad day every time I read it.
It is, literally, shit humor, BUT, it is NOT jr. high shit humor. It is intelligent, creative, sarcastic shit humor.
Alli Side Effects In Laymen’s Terms
The only thing I find funnier than the campfire scene in “Blazing Saddles”, (one of my favorite movies), is creative sarcasm. Throw in some shit humor to that mix? I’ll think it’s one of the funniest things I’ve read in a long time.
So, get. Go read it and come back and tell me if you think that’s some funny stuff right there or if maybe I’m one of those annoying people who doesn’t know what “funny” is.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
That's Them Alright
This reminds me of some of my whiny, pants wetting co-workers:
Monday, March 09, 2009
Something You Probably Didn't Know
As stated several times here, what you see here is not all encompassing; does not show all my sides. Today, I found something that mixes three things I love, all art, so I thought I’d let you in on a little more about just who in the heck am I other than an individual who spouts off about politics and guns. There is more to me than that, yaknow.
First, I love claymation. Absolutely love it. I think the entire art is fascinating and I wish, with every fiber of my being, that I had the ability to do that sort of thing. I’d be making mini movies ALL the time. I have the ideas, I just don’t have the steady hand.
Second, I love a good cake decoration. I’m not talking about that crap you pick up at Publix or Safeway where oftentimes things are misspelled or the frosting bleeds in to each other and the whole thing is a big embarrassment nor am I talking of the simple decoration of, “Happy Birthday, Serenity” written in frosting on the top. I’m talking serious cake decoration that is so good, you feel guilty slicing in to the thing.
Third, I kind of like opera. I like it the same way I like classical music. I don’t like all of it, but there is a lot that I do like and even though I don’t always know what they are saying, it actually does seem to keep me calm. I learned this from my dog I had years ago. I would take her with me when I drove for a living and I discovered that this hyper active, insane, always trying to be the alpha, pain in my ass dog would calm down and sit quietly in the front seat of the car if I put on Enya or classical music. I went out and bought a whole lot of classical music CDs and from there, I started to listen to a little bit of opera as well.
Fourth, when you combine all three of these elements together, I want to know you. I want to be around you. I want to hug you. I think you are one of the most clever people out there with incredible artistic talent, skill and intelligence. Plainly, I’ll think you are the greatest. THIS is the kind of thing that stimulates my mind:
In this video, the colored frosting are the gypsies. The white female queen looking frosting is Flora and the white king looking frosting is Marquis. Here is what they are singing:
Verdi-La Traviata:
GYPSY GIRLS
We are gypsies,
Come from a distant land;
We can read the future
In anybody’s hand.
We’re in touch with the stars;
Nothing is hidden from us,
All the happenings of the future
We can reveal to you.
A GROUP OF GYPSIES
Let’s see;
looking at Flora’s hand
You, Madame, Have several rivals.
ANOTHER GROUP OF GYPSIES
looking at the Marquis’s hand
You, Marquis,
Are no model of faithfulness.
FLORA
to the Marquis
Are you at your games again?
Believe me, I shall make you pay!
MARQUIS
to Flora
What the deuce do you mean?
It’s an utter falsehood!
FLORA
The fox may change his skin,
But he doesn’t forget his tricks.
My dear Marquis, you be careful,
Or you may be sorry for it.
ALL
Come along, let’s draw a veil
Over what is past and gone;
What is done can’t be undone,
Let us welcome what’s to come.
(lyrics courtesy of Opera Guide)
Now that I may have blown the socks off of a few people, let me remind you, just because you’ve read all of the posts on this blog, don’t think you know everything about me. I’ve been doing this for 5 years now and I don’t think any of you, perhaps only one person, knew any of this about me. You cannot judge a person by what they write on their blogs or journals. It’s a small window in to who they are.
Monday, February 16, 2009
This Just Warms My Evil Little Heart
Read the entire story. If you’re one of those who skim my blog all the time, (and I know there are some who do, I can tell by the comments you leave that you didn’t read the whole thing), I implore you to read every last word. It’s a thing of beauty. And, I think I shed a tear of happiness when I was finished reading it. In fact, it reminds me of my own towing story I wrote on here some time ago. Now, normally, I wouldn’t blockquote the entire entry but after reading comments on it, it looks like the writer doesn’t mind and, seriously, it is just such a wonderful story that I’m going to break my rule this one time. What I do ask, though, is when you are finished reading, if you enjoyed the story, please visit his site and let him know in his comments section.
When I first opened my old computer repair shop, it was a part time weekend and evening thing, a one man operation. To this end, I bought an old service station which had been converted to a pizza shop, both businesses of which were defunct. I bought it for a song, and converted it to an office/workshop. With more success came larger digs.
I have, however, held on to it. Maintainence on it is minimal, taxes on it are a pittance, and it’s pretty puny so I really can’t unload it. Utilities, for the time I spend there, amount to less than $150 a month. There’s no grass to speak of there (out back, there’s a 3 foot wide strip next to the alley which I have pretty much deliberately killed and gravelled.) No phone, no internet, a couch with a hideabed, a desk, a john - it’s my writing hideaway. No distractions. Just a little hole in the wall in a little hamlet.
Imagine my surprise when I go there the other night and find that there are people parked there. The only other place open at that hour was the bar a block and a half down. Whatever. I’m just there for a couple files of old stories kept in the safe I had installed when I got it, and to store the [new] master backups for my home computer network.
(Always, ALWAYS, keep your backups off-site!)
As I walked in, I had opportunity to look at the bumpers of the cars parked there.
“Obama ‘08.” “Hope. Change.” “Obama/Biden.” All three cars belonging to LIBERALS. One loaded down with pithy little bumpersticker philosophies that Liberals so love.
On my fucking property.
I looked up. My sign was still there “Customer Parking Only. Unauthorized vehicles will be towed at owner’s expense. Call…(Name of towing company).”
Like most places, the town allows such vehicles to be towed upon request from commercial property. Which mine still is. Hey - I closed my business. Doesn’t mean I let my incorporations expire. I’m a “Consultant.” Town and the towing company make a lot of money from that.
So, I dial the towing company - yeah, they stil have the contract, and yeah, they will send their trucks right out.
Little over an hour later, three cars gone.
Out of pure fucking spite. Because I am a mean and hateful bastard, and that’s how I roll. And yes, had the Bumpers been full of conservative stickers, I would have let it slide. Discrimination, purely based on what they were. What of it? Whatchoo gonna do ’bout it?
So this morning, I drop by there, and find a nastygram stuck in my door, along with dried egg. The nastygram boasts of egging the building, and calls me a big poopy-head. And, to make the hat-trick, SHE SIGNS HER NAME.
*happysigh* One thing I can count on is Lefties not being terribly bright. One complaint of vandalism sworn out.
Means, motive, and opportunity. Name. Towing receipt with matching name. Admission of guilt in own handwriting. Arrest warrant.
Some assembly required.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
Your lesson for the week, liberals. If you park on Gonzo’s lot, don’t advertise what you are. Why? Because I fucking HATE you, that’s why.
Yah, kids, as each day passes and I have to deal with scum sucking pigs day in and day out, not only in my real life but also, as we all do, in the world, (meaning, those who want to bring this country down with their idiocy), I find myself not really giving too much of a shit about their poor wittle feewings. I used to try to reason with them, talk to them, work something out. I used to give them the benefit of the doubt, show compassion or maybe even some empathy....fuck all that noise.
You know where that gets you? Absolutely nowhere.
I was trying to fight fire with feathers. Now I realize, you do have to fight fire with fire and that’s just the way it is. I’ve had some people accuse me of being angry all the time, some accuse me of being a bitch, some accuse me of being mean.
No. Actually, I’m not. What I am doing is standing up to these types of pricks and saying, “You know what? Fuck you. I’ve had enough of your rudeness, shitty attitude towards me, your passive aggressiveness, your hypocrisy and your flat out lies. I’ve turned the other cheek more times than I can count. I’ve given second chances when it wasn’t deserved. I’ve pulled the knife out of my back hundreds of times; the one you threw there and I’m done being your little whipping boy for your low self esteem, your inferiority complex and I’ve really had enough of paying for your uneducated ass making stupid decisions and doing stupid things that affect me. If you can’t have any consideration for me, if you can’t treat me with a modicum of respect, if you can’t leave me the fuck alone, then the gloves are off.”
Most of the time I get called a bitch not because I’m doing anything bitchy, per say, it’s because most of the time, I throw logic and facts in to their faces and they don’t like it one little bit. I also call them out on who they say they are. Most people are total phony assed hypocrites. They say one thing and act a different way when the time comes to prove what they said they were. I can’t stand a phony. I can’t stand someone who says one thing but acts the opposite. And I really can’t stand those who think I’m not talking about them but someone else. See, sometimes I tell a story to get my point across, maybe they’ll do some thinking about it. I guess I gave these people far too much credit. Think? Pscht. Please. No one thinks anymore. No one sits down and ponders what the moral of the story is anymore. Hell, most people can’t shut the fuck up long enough to LET you finish the story. Count how many times you get interrupted the next time you speak to a person, live. Guess what? They aren’t listening. And you know what that tells me? They’ll never learn a thing. They are too busy thinking about their own story or smart ass comment that they don’t listen to anything that might actually teach them something. I consider people like this to be total fools. As well as rude beyond comprehension.
So, no. I don’t feel bad for the people in the above story. I do think it’s hilarious what the writer did. As often goes with me, he was minding his own business. He wasn’t bothering a soul. But some toolsheds decided to disregard proper respect for the person in several ways. And, as always, they finished it off with a big finale that only further fucked themselves. All he did was stand up for himself based on his rights to do so.
Is he a prick? I guess it depends on what kind of person you are. If you get all bent out of shape after reading that story, chances are, you’re one of the very assholes I’m talking about. If you don’t necessarily agree that you would have done the same but can see why he did, you’re probably like I used to be. If you think it’s funny as hell and they got what they deserved, even if in some small way, you’re probably just like I am, now.
I don’t think he’s a prick and I don’t think I’m a bitch. I think we’ve just had enough of the bullshit.
(link found via Emperor Misha)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
That About Sums It All Up Now Doesn't It
Kids, I am back. I have my new computer. I’ve actually had it a couple of days but decided to play around on it instead of write anything. I’m sure you understand.
Have had a lot I’ve wanted to say, most especially about this ridiculous joke of an administration but there is nothing in this world I can say that will put it quite like the following:
Remember those commercials for the St. Hope and Change coin? They were historic! They were brilliant!
Their website even says this: (I don’t wish to link them and give them any traffic so just look up “Obama Coin Collection” on google. You’ll find it.)
This historic collection is a tribute to progress and what makes America great. It includes the following:
* Four Special Edition Coins including real-life images capturing history on a Washington Dollar, a Kennedy Half Dollar, an Illinois Quarter and a Hawaii Quarter.
* FREE Obama Presidential Coin Collectors Album to store and display
* All coins are in brilliant condition
* Numbered Certificate of Authenticity
(Emphasis mine.) So people fell all over themselves to get one, after all, it’s their messiah! On a coin! Hope! Change! Yes We Can have these! Apparently, fucking with the gullible is what makes America great.
When you go to order, you’ll see this:
"Today, you’ll receive the special 4-coin Collectors Edition, including the Presidential Dollar and the JFK Half Dollar, each with the life like image of Obama as the man who changed the world, all for just $19.95 plus shipping and handling, covered by the 60-day money back guarantee."
Emphasis mine, again. And it should be a red flag. If you think about it, you might have figured out something wasn’t quite right. But who needs to think anymore with St. Hope and Change here to save us all.
No matter what I write for the rest of this fool’s time in office, it will never quite state precisely what this administration is about like this coin. Not everything is as it appears. (Really? REALLY? Perception is not reality? The hell you say! I’ve only said that eleventythousand times on this site!)
St. Hope and Change Coins Not Exactly What You Thought
Whoo, hoo! Only $19.95 for two dollars and a sticker? Hot damn, now that’s change I can believe in!
What can we expect when we have a clown in the White House? Enjoy your authentic “coins” and the next four years, those of you who voted for him. You deserve all the disappointment you get. And there will be much more just like this and worse.
Crayons.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
They Do WHAT?
No commentary, (I’m too busy laughing), just listen and discuss in comments.
(A million hat tips to Dogette for that one.)
