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24 October 2009
I'm tired of seeing everyone's stupid pics and video's on the web. I've been getting more interested in photography lately and I hate how every chick now has their sexy Miley Cyrus pose, every fucking one. "Oh, you're not Miley Cyrus, you're Megan Fox, ahhhh, now I see it. I couldn't tell because you had your tongue out and head cocked to the left instead of the right. My bad."
Get's depressing when little girls don't really understand a normal camera pose, and no matter what you tell them, they pose for a camera with their head tilted and tongue sticking out. Better than the boys I guess, they all just pose like retards well into adulthood. I don't know about you, but general common sense indicates when you're about to have your picture taken, don't look like a fucking retard, and don't assist the prosecutor by providing evidence of your illegal activities. Thou shalt not hold a giant bag of weed, take hits from the bong, look like a retard, or t-bag an unconcious person while your bud whips out his iphone, and then post it all over facebook or whatever your tard network of choice is. Looking like a retard in the photo is not grounds for an insanity plea.
God help these kids. I finally understand that oddball kid in school who's parents never let them watch TV, and why our parents beat us. Fuck these noobs, I hope for a global ass whooping of every person born after 1985. Was 1984 the last normal generation? 1985 seems to be about the right year for many D-bags to have been born.
22 October 2009
My job, yeah, it's kind of like that. Bad enough it makes you feel sick working there, but you actually get sick working there because of the diseased pigs that don't wash their hands. I love when I see a guy take a crap, walk out without washing his hands, or even worse a quick rinse that adds insult to injury. Then you see the lousy fuck at the water cooler or coffee machine serving himself up a cup while rubbing that smudge on the water valve, wiping up that drip from the lip of the pot, fingering through the donuts to see what's good, well you get the idea.
Wash your hands, and call out the D-bags for what they are, dirty fucks. The world is a dirty place. Shout them out.
I prefer putting it in business terms for them:
"Hey you dirty fuck, the company spent money on soap so you wouldn't get the rest of us sick with your shit-hands and cause more employee downtime." (Even if a boss or HR cretin hears you, they can relate to that one.)
"We take enough shit around here, we don't need you adding to it. Wash your hands mother fucker." (Suitable for most circumstances. If afraid of a sexual harassment charge, substitute "asshole" for mother fucker. Asshole is unisex.
20 October 2009
I imagine this will get easier over time.
18 September 2009
I felt it was about time to sit down and face what has been bothering me. The personal stab I took from a job I hate so much, and care so little about, at a company that I truly adore and has been a big part of my life.
Yes, I hate my job, many people do. I hate my company as well, but to be specific, I hate the people who run it. More specifically not the actual people, but the mindset, the ideas, and the environment that has been allowed to foster the mismanagement of the concept and business I hold so dear. I wouldn't kill them or wish them harm, I just wish they would learn something and grow up.
It took one moment with a co-worker to unlock the solution to this angry, not a particularly close co-worker, but the one at hand. Most of us have actually gotten to know each other at least by name or face, thanks to the events which almost destroyed a business.
Yes almost destroyed, a disaster by any definition, but that wasn't the issue. It wasn't a special moment, just a conversation in passing. He asked "catch up on your sleep yet?" So I told him, the words just finally came forth and flowed freely from my mouth: "I never thought I would see the day, and now that I have, it is time for me to leave this place."
It wasn't that it happened, or that we had to ask for help from anyone with fingers to fix this. We needed bodies, sheer manpower and nothing more, and we recovered. What it was was that it happened, and we all knew it would happen, and warned about it, and wanted to prevent it or prepare for it or whatever. But it happened, and all those years of begging, preaching, betting, pleading, and crying about it went unheard. We were denied over and over for trying to do the right thing. It was jokingly brushed off, it was talked down to a fat chance in hell, it was blamed on lack of funds, technology, skill, or whatever excuse was available, and with the moment here, I knew I was going to walk in to the office and leave them deserted and quit because I wasn't going to lift a finger to help these morons... again.
An interesting thing happened though, I saw the morons wounded and scared, and we all knew the stakes. It wasn't my humanity for the morons that kicked in, it was my concern for all the people I passed on the way in, only I didn't know it yet. Everyone from the security guard at the front door up to the chief officers themselves. I know I don't care if I lose this job, yet others around me don't necessarily share that feeling. Many do not know their next step, although I have been preparing for some time.
As the day passed, more and more people were becoming aware something was wrong. The least likely of people would ask what was going on, and after I told them, their faces sort of changed in disbelief and fright. 40 straight hours later, I knew we had saved jobs and more than that, but there was still a weekend to work and more fixing to be done.
So yes I put my shit aside for a while and my "leaders" got credit for being "leaders", but I didn't do it for them. Whether they know it or not doesn't matter any more, they have failed in enough peoples eyes, and to me have perpetuated the ultimate failure for far to long.
What angers me is they proved me right, in the worst way possible. You cannot put your future in the hands of any boss or company. Blind faith in working hard for someone in the hopes of getting ahead is just foolish. Work hard for yourself, the impossible can happen be it good or bad.
The company has become a real Frankenstein story. I fear if the old man doesn't step in and come down heavy handed, it will continue on a path of misdirection and eventual destruction. If they don't fix this problem now, WHEN they sell the company, it will no longer be the same business. Kind of like the New KFC or the New McD's or the New Coke, it's just not the same thing we grew to love and will be another brand on some conglomorate's belt.
Why am I so mad? Because we almost became another wall street fuck-up story because a series of dipshits didn't follow basic safety protocols and standard recovery practices. Negligence, that is why I'm angry, bold faced negligence. We know we have to put time, effort, and money into running a business responsibly, but ah fuck it, that costs time, effort, and money. The reality of it is that this company has survived many problems by sheer luck and nothing more. Although we are promised change this time, and this will never be forgotten, yeah, we've heard that for all the other disasters too, and this one is no different. We're maybe 20 days out and back to business as usual.
This time I was prepared, no delusions of grandeur, no hopes for a raise or promotion, or even time off. We didn't even get a cake and I'm fine with it because I didn't expect anything more than an indirect thank you email, which didn't even come from the right people. People still think this is a nice place to work. N00Bs, they all figure it out eventually.
The banner in my cube will read "WE SAVED THE COMPANY AND ALL WE GOT WAS THIS LOUSY E-MAIL"
My resignation letter is going directly to the Chairman.
It has been an honor and pleasure to work with you and your iconic company this past decade. Your company which you worked so hard to build up over the years is fucked. Unfortunately the imbecils that are managing it couldn't kick their way out of a paper bag without hurting themselves.
I respectfully resign before it is too late and suggest you do the same, cash out and never look back.
Your legacy will not be forgotten, neither will the generation of fucktards that will surely destroy it, as they have already destroyed a wealth of other more prominent, well-established companies in recent years.
I'm not bitter, really. I just believe that the SEC should have a WTF division that beats executives silly.
06 September 2009
I thought I'd take a look at some of the popular social networking sites of the moment. I was intrigued because I thought someone sent me an invite, but it turns out their account automatically invited me.
Now more than ever, you must read every single thing on your screen before clicking next. The D-Bags at these sites like to sneak things in that normally, in the physical world, you'd kick someone's teeth in for.
So I sign up, and before I even hit step 4 these crap apps are asking me for the password to my email accounts. Well sure, while you're at it here are the keys to my house, car, my social security number, photo albums, and hey, would you like some coffee also?
The nerve of them trying to make it easy for you by asking for your email password so they can email all the people in your address book and spread viruses and other internet filth. Is there no end to what personal information you will be asked for? I wouldn't even ask my closest people for their email password, but step 3 has the balls to.
Don't join. Don't sign up. If you do, use caution and protection like it's a $2, well you know the saying.
Isn't instant messaging, txt, VOIP type stuff enough to stay in touch anymore? We need to voluntarily upload our lives to a reporting agency under the guise of a friend site? This is getting to be too much.
26 August 2009
I felt kind of crappy today so I was somewhat mellow. It wasn't a really hot day or a really crappy day or anything like that. Nonetheless, I came across no less than 5 different altercations today, and I was afraid one of them would turn into a mob scene when a couple of D-Bags jumped the line for the bus. My bus line is about 120 people crammed into a small area with no air conditioning, this would have gotten ugly.
It is times like this I am thankful that I have my angry under control. The discipline of mad-fu has paid off many times over, but today I realized just how much. I was able to notice something really amazing today, people look really stupid when they're worked up in a rage fighting, verbally or otherwise.
There is something to be said for being assertive, being cool and collected, and getting your point across in a manly way. There is also something to be said for restraint and picking which battles are worth your time if you possibly end up in court or a hospital.
Screaming "NO CUTSIES" in a sweaty rage down a terminal... not cool. Walking all the way up to the front of the line to tell them off, then you yourself cut in line since you're up there, not cool.
There's a right way and a wrong way to be confrontational and there are times and places. If you don't know the difference, just don't.
22 August 2009
Wait, so I paid you $500 to get my family of five into your dated ass-clown theme park and you're going to use our pictures of us eating junk in your park, that I again paid for, in your ads and I'm not even getting some money back? Okay fine mouseboy, little Billy is screaming his fool head off. You win this round, but I would avoid your cheese when you get home.
So why do we care about sites like facenook or mytrace using, or even owning, our stuff for their benefit amongst themselves and their partners?
Well, because it is easier for them to take a picture you uploaded 15 seconds ago, have a nerd in Palo Alto say "damn this girl is hot" and flag it for horndog advertising that requires pics of sexy bitches which they got for free, but they sell as a service to their "authorized" partners.
That's right upload your pic of you during that foam party at Senor Schlongs, you'll may be used in a banner advertising birth control, dating sites for recovering meth addicts, herpes cream, and extra large adult toys.
At least you'll get paid and be famous right? Nope, but facenook and the like will, and they're stock worth will be bigger than that adult toy next to your face in that banner. Go ahead, click it and see what you like, your boss will.
Someone needs to stop all of this. The theme parks, the social sites, business in general, and the dicks in HR who think it's okay for your employer to be THAT involved in your personal business.
21 August 2009
No really, this is depressing because now I know whatever I buy as a replacement will break in less than a year. The warranties actually reflect this:
"How much is this TV? $900? What's the warranty? 90 days? Extended warranty? $600?"
Why not just make a better TV with a slightly higher price tag? You would expect the more expensive TV to last longer right? Wrong! The $3000 TV is subject to the same scam.
It seems everything manufactured lately is subject to the same problem. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of good reliable products on the market, it's just getting hard to find them. You filter through brand after brand and model after model researching review after review and design after design to find one that works well, and why? To find the one that won't break so fast.
Consumers are frustrated by spending money on something, getting to like it and appreciating it in your home, then shortly thereafter having to replace it or deal with warranty service or whatever other nightmare results. Where small ticket items are just a let down, bigger ticket items like appliances, home entertainment, and vehicles, well they just suck when you need to deal with problematic items.
The real frustration in this is that manufacturers think this "planned obsolescence" is good for business because you the consumer will say "Darn, it broke, let me go buy another one of this same brand piece of crap."
I have news for the manufacturers, that only works if the consumer got several years of good service out of the product. I remember a handful of products which I remain brand loyal to for a having a history of products that provided years of trouble free service. I have a closet full of brands I refuse to trust because I have been burned by them repeatedly. 90 days is not a good service life for something that you paid good money for. Dead, bright, or otherwise malfunctioning pixels right out of the box on a new product are not acceptable on a NEW PRODUCT. I don't care if you think 3 dead pixels in an inch are the standard for a defective new product, I expect my new product to have ZERO DEAD PIXELS when I just shelled out $3000 for it.
Wake up and use your inner mad to identify your problem products. Avoid them, share the experience, help others stay away. Send a message to the D-bags that keep building them.
Also, sending me a refurbished product to replace my NEW product, is not an option.
Let them have it people, electronics manufacturers are getting out of control, and if you haven't noticed, everything has electronics now. I'm tired of replacing my air conditioner every 2 years (if it gets that far) because the control panels keep burning out... and the TV no one can find replacement parts for, and the home theater with a glitch out of the box, and a red ring of death, and a battery fire, and an engine seizing... this could go on for a while. How does this stuff really make it past quality control?
Oh wait, they "eliminated" the QC department because they cost too much. Show them how much crappy products and bad service cost them.
20 August 2009
At this point I had nothing to write about in the blog so I started surfing the web... when my blackberry alerts me of incoming mail... why oh why do I bother to check the fucking thing.
Seems the sales manager for a product I use finally gets around to contacting me after about a week of foo flying back and forth about how they're going to terminate access for my clients at the end of the month. Now they never mentioned this to me so I would have time to do something about it, they just sent it out there directly to my clients and had it explode all over their screen in that blood dripping font from the 90's "YOUR PRODUCT WILL DIE SOON... FOREVER!"
Okay it wasn't that dramatic, but it did cause "concern" which ran up the corporate communication ladder, and we turned to the vendor for help.
So I've been working with our account manager (different guy) who's responses have been "odd", but he was working on it, so I figured I'd give him time to work. Not a bad guy all around, just stuck in a shite company like I am.
So back on track as to why I'm pissed off. The D-Bag sales guy finally gets back to me after a week. Is he apologetic, or concerned, or compassionate to our problem? FUCK NOOOOOOO, this D-Bag e-mails me late at night to tell me what a ruckus MY problem has caused for them and he's trying to figure out what MY problem is, and how we really should be using THEIR NEW PRODUCT to avoid these issues with their old product that they recommended. God help him.
Now I know that these are the tactics that sales people use to get you thinking "Oh thank you for saving me" but no fuck that don't bring that garbage to me when I'm paying you for support and the best support I get all these years is not even present when there's an invoice involved. Truth be told I don't really care how this plays out any more but I do care about saying what I have to say. I'm not your buddy, I'm not the one getting commissions or kickbacks, you shall receive your invective.
Why is it so hard for people to understand customer service? It's not hard:
- You = employee
- Me = customer
- You paid to give me pleasant shopping experience
- Me buy things if you make happy
- Happier I am, less I care about that $50 fee you tacked on after I reviewed numbers
- Me like happy, me come back to buy more things
- You LEAVE YOUR FUCKING PROBLEMS AT THE EMPLOYEE LOUNGE AND GIVE ME A FUCKING HAND PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO BUY SOMETHING AND LEAVE PEACEFULLY. SPARE ME THE DETAILS OF YOUR FUCKED UP BOSS AND START YOUR OWN BLOG ABOUT IT FOR PEOPLE TO READ ON THEIR OWN TIME.
See, customer service.
Now these suited up commissioned sales D-Bags need to get knocked down a peg. They have the easiest job in the world. They get to travel, they get to expense it, they know we need to buy a product, but they like to be greedy. Now as a customer, offer us a good price, guarantee us some good service, we might care that you want a contract signed by a certain date to make your numbers. But do not ever EVER e-mail me and turn my customer support crisis into MY problem that you are trying to understand, A WEEK LATER AT MIDNIGHT BEFORE A CALL DISCUSSING THE SIGNING OF YOUR INVOICE SO YOU CAN GET A BOAT.
To be fair, when it comes to the world of contract / subscription service type products, most of the salespeople are a delight. They're pleasant to work with, buy you lunch every now and then, bestow a thumb drive or some cubical goodies on you, actually listen and get involved when you have a problem. Then there's this guy, the type that really belongs in a used car lot or furniture store.
I don't have a problem with salespeople, I have a problem with a certain type of salesperson. If you are a salesperson, don't be that type. If you are that type, save your money and buy a cheaper suit, you still look like a turd regardless of how you're dressed.
I hate bringing the CIO bad news, I like that dude.
Keeping with the ideals that corporate America can do everything better, has everyone's best interests at heart, and is good at regulating itself without any government intervention, they felt Blackwater could do a better job than any government entity.
Now I don't care that we're trying to whack Al-Qaeda leaders, they have this coming to them for more reasons than 9/11. There was also 2/26/93, countless other atrocities, the bastardization of a religion, bringing about the day-in-day-out hassle of post 9/11 security and the general inconvenience associated with it, which actually highlighted how incompetent many security staff are. Goddammit I hate when random security guards and people cite 9/11 to add bulk to their otherwise baseless arguments.
Now as I was saying, I don't care that we're trying to whack Al-Qaeda leaders, I just don't understand why we would take that mission away from our hard working military people. Why pay millions of dollars in government contracts to "private security forces", instead of giving American soldiers raises and better shit? We all like raises, we all like better shit, I think they deserve raises and better shit for dealing with that debacle in the desert.
Ironically, one of the big topics of the time was the outsourcing of American jobs, in some cases to foreign companies. The government itself practiced this, not to a foreign army, but they outsourced the jobs of American soldiers to a private company. We now know how well the term "contractor" played out in Iraq. Just like I tell my boss whenever he brings in a consultant... "Why are you paying someone else more money to fuck it up and leave you with a mess, when I'll fuck it up for you and stick around to fix it if you give me a raise?"
A message to corporate America and the U.S. Government: retain your good employees and reward them well, they will stick around to fix your shit. Contractors will implement as little as they can to walk away with the payout as fast as they can. You people are all dipshits.
Is there a blue pill that can erase 2001-2009 for me?
15 August 2009
I'm learning that when writing for a blog, inspiration often comes from the strangest places. It just sneaks up on you while you go about your business and then [shhhhk-thunk]Boot To The Head], hey, I hate fanboys.
I've been trying to do some research to see if there is such a thing as fangirls, I guess it is possible, but the term just hasn't caught on for what I am assuming is the girls mature faster than boys thing. I've never really encountered a fangirl, but I guess it is possible they exist.
JHC I hate fanboys. You know who they are, if you like playstation, they will debate you to the death on how Xbox pwns playstation. The almighty Saint Fu is powerless against them. If you beat them to a bloody pulp with their fanboy toy (XBox for example) they will tell you how a playstation would have never stood up to such abuse and how much better built an XBox is.
You would swear that the fanboy was being paid by the manufacturer to be an evangelist for the product. The product can do no wrong, and if it is faulty it must be due to user error. It has come to light on occasion that some fanboys ARE paid by the manufacturer to evangelize a product. For this, I say kudos to the paid fanboy for finding an easy job, but fuck you to the manufacturer for unleashing this D-Bag on me.
They're not haters. They genuinely believe their product is better and you are wrong no matter what. Even if you acknowledge they are correct, "you don't know the half of how correct they are". I guess these are the brainwashed fucktards that age in their immaturity to become middle management and spew corporate propaganda over and over no matter how many times they've been burned.
Wait, that just explained a lot about some of my "bosses".
14 August 2009
When did it get so that you could not call a D-Bag a D-Bag in this country? I don't really blame either president, just these judges that go around screwing the little guy repeatedly. Now anyone who is either in the main stream media, or rich, could go around on national TV and flat out call someone a D-Bag. However a little old blogger that has all of 3 people (if that many) following their blog goes and calls you a D-Bag, 2 things happen:
- The blogger becomes world famous and an overnight "celebrity".
- The D-Bag gets paid, even though they are generally accepted as a D-Bag.
Seems to me that these cases should be put up to a public opinion poll where you, in web 2.0 fashion, txt in your vote to 56789. If the public agrees that the celebrity is a D-Bag, then the blogger is only calling a hoe a hoe and stating general facts about the person. If the public decides the celebrity is not a D-Bag (or in this case a skank), then the blogger is guilty of slander, has to pay damages, blog an apology, and post a pic of them kissing the celebrity's ass.
I am a Madman, but to get sued for something stupid, would be stupid, and therefore I would violate one of the prime directives and be forced to flail on myself like a killer ninja-monkey. Therefore I retract my poll on who is the bigger D-Bag, Dr. Conrad Murray, Kim Jong Il, Perez Hilton, or Steve Jobs. They are all fine upstanding people with better lawyers than I.
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13 August 2009
To be a master in mad-fu, you must learn to embrace your anger, channel it, and release it constructively. No good comes from a reckless release, no matter how good it feels. Part of this process is being mindful of your flow throughout the day so you can identify the good, the bad, and yes, the fugly. Once you do this, you can effectively recognize, address, and overcome the anger so it does not ruin your entire day, or affect fellow normal people (other mad-isticians).
Here is an example:
Well rested and ready to face another wonderful day at work (couldn't sleep, drag-assing, dreading the stupidity I will encounter on the way to, during, and coming home from work...)
I got on the bus and said good morning to the driver. (I'm relatively calm right now, and I'm courteous to the person who has to deal with more stupidity than me in a day, and who has my safety in their hands for 2 out of 24 hours every day.)
It was hot outside, but the bus AC was nice and cold, and there was a calm scent in the air (thank God the AC is working and the bus doesn't smell like piss.)
I reflected on the smell as it was familiar, and happy. A childhood memory of walking into Baskin-Robbins on a hot summer day, the cold refrigerated air permeated with sweet smells of cream and sugar, the anticipation of a frosty treat. (Shit, I wish I had time to eat breakfast, but at least I'm going to enjoy this ride.)
A few stops later a dude sits in front of me. (the bus will be crowded soon and I might get angry at someone. Anticipate the stupid.)
The normal dude in front of me begins to clean his ears with a Q-tip, then proceeds to place the waxy swab on the window sill, where my sweet smelling cool air is blowing from. (STUPIDITY SNEAK ATTACK! NOT A NORMAL DUDE!) (If you haven't recognized it, this is the moment where the anger started.)
I picture myself elbowing him hard to the back of the head. (This arguable overreaction may ruin more than just the next 20 minutes of my life.)
He proceeded to make a phone call to someone about rescheduling something, you know, an annoying phone call about your business I don't care to hear. All I heard was this is "Mark White" needing to blah, blah, blah, STFU. (Saint Fu is arguably my favorite Saint.)
So, rather than elbowing him in the head, Mark White presented me with the opportunity to say "Excuse me, are you Mark White?? Mark White could you take that Q-tip you just cleaned your ears with and remove it from the AC duct we are all breathing air from? Thanks Mark White!" (This action is best performed while they are still on the phone.)
I was happy again. (This, and now I still have to go to work.)
Notice how Mad-Fu prevailed and the day was not lost. Anger arrived, was welcomed, harnessed, and then set free.
I wonder if that sweet smell was chemical in nature and I was exposed to more toxins than usual during that ride. Probably.
The term "blog" is a contraction of "Web log." "Blog" can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog as in, “I’m going to blog about this”… which brings me to my rant on stupidity. Where did that come from? The thought that "blog" can make it into the dictionary because a bunch of peckers accept it as a word, and from my stupid boss, and from spammers, and from my repeated use of and in a sentence, and from the stupidity which is rampant and commonly accepted in today's "educated" society. Here's a new word: "Studicker" (pronounced “stew-dik-rrrrr”) that's a contraction of "Stupid Dick Mother Fucker". Start using it, it will catch on, and I want credit for it.
You see, I have come to realize that stupidity is the root of all anger. Whether anger is:
“You did something stupid and I am now angry.”
“I’m angry because I’m stupid and you’re did something contrary to my beliefs.”
“We educated fucks are rallying you stupid fucks to be angry for our cause.”
In the endless journey to perfect my craft, I have learned to ask myself:
- Which category does my anger fall into?
- Am I being manipulated, or called to action against the forces of studickers?
- If my anger is rational, can we resolve this through peaceful discussion, or do I need to flail on you like a killer ninja-monkey?
I’ve learned to ask myself a lot more than that but let’s explore that over the life of this blog, and get back on topic.
I am tired of stupidity, I can't bear it anymore. Every time I encounter stupidity, I wish I could spray Raid on it and make it dead.
I'm in the process of reading a really interesting book… for the past year or two. It caught my eye one day, and I'm glad I picked it up, since it is out of print. The book is "It's Not My Department!: How America Can Return to Excellence Giving and Receiving Quality Service" by Peter Glen.
While reading the first 37 pages, I realized the book is old, stupidity is not a new thing. Stupidity has been around for quite some time. It has burrowed its way into normal accepted life for the past 20 years or so, and then the internet spread it like wildfire, along with all the good and educational stuff. It was there all throughout history, and it is generally acknowledged that whenever the studickers held the power and the force, well, life was bad.
I guarantee that when you trace back the timeline of your anger session, you will find that stupidity found a way to be involved.
11 August 2009
This is where things get angry. This is where frustration, madness, hurt, despair, hope, defeat, success, pride, joy, and pain all collide in a scathing fireball unleashed in text.
What is this blog about? It is about nothing. It is about everything. Mainly it is a place where I will set free my ramblings, rants, and opinions for all to see.
Why should you care what I have to say? I don't really care if you do or don't. If you stick around, welcome. If you don't, that's fine too. I recognize opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. Well, everyone has a blog too, and I don't see a shortage of assholes coming anytime soon, so here is my blog to call out all the assholes. It is about time someone wrote another angry blog on the internet to tell everyone to go fuck themselves, so welcome, and go fuck yourself.
I'm not here to be depressing all the time; I am generally a light-hearted and loving person who just really hates when people piss in my cheerios. If you piss in my cheerios, I will make sure you get to enjoy your recipe. Notice the positive attitude for you motivational fucks. I WILL make sure, not I’ll try…
Aside from standing on my pulpit and unleashing an invective on society, I’ll be discussing the usual garbage on the net. I’ll comment on stuff I see, read, use, cook, or eat. I’ll post about stuff that makes me happy, sad, bored, interested, confused, enlightened, stupefied, and of course, angry. I’m even considering defining the levels of angry, for reference.
I hate blogs, I hate bloggers, I hate blogging, I hate that the most effective manner of communicating this is blogging. Someone should license people to blog, but then someone would blog about the infringement on freedom of speech, then someone else would blog about the Obama administration failing to protect our first amendment rights and someone else would blog about how the Bush administration destroyed those rights so that there was nothing left for Obama to protect.
This is not a debate blog. If I hate you, I hate you and that is final. Don’t try getting me to change my mind, just do stuff to make me hate you less. This isn’t hate like “hatin’” like “I’m hatin’ on you because you have a nicer car, etc…” I hate you, you mother fucker, because you are a D-bag in a nicer car. Stop being a D-bag.
This is now my effort at writing down what pops into my head from day-to-day so one day I can read through everything and see what the fuck is wrong with me, or almost everyone else. I fear I may never find the answer.
I’m even debating leveraging the tools I hate the most, just to more effectively track how the hate grows throughout the day. Maybe I’ll SpaceBook this stuff, or use that service for Twits. All I know is my “anger management” is going to be me embracing my anger. I’ve come to note that “happy people” might just be abnormal, “angry people” are normal, and that guy in your office that strokes his AK-47 while walking around shooting people, well he’s really abnormal, but I think the “happy people” might have started it. I also worry that the happy people are a quick snap from turning into the shooty people.
If you’re an angry person like me, just caught in the crossfire and trying to get away, welcome, this blog might be for you.
Have a nice day!