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)
