who cares who is president

just as long as the fucking moron that you voted for is gone. unless obackarama has a spitzer-type meltdown, he is going to be next president, but say the old dude pulls an upset. it can not be worse than this jackass.

you cant blame the codger for trying to sap out what he can from the worst president to ever hold office, i mean there still is a small number of people who actually believe he has done well. might as well snap up those that are completely fucked in the head, a vote is a vote.

it might not really be an upset if this geriatric fellow wins. all you clueless fucks who voted for killing tens of thousands of people over the past 8 years might feel that you were fooled, but not this time and thats because you fucked up so bad, maybe you will try to make your party right again by putting in the oldest dude ever!!! i would not put it past any single one of you total fucking morons that validated our failing economy and standing in the world community. you fell right into rove's plan. you are a lemming afraid of death. so why follow the constitution? who needs our rights of privacy? surely not a law abiding citizen like yourself who has their head up their ass and voted for a TOTAL FUCKING MORON WHO CAN NOT EVEN SPEAK OUR LANGUAGE PROPERLY twice!!!

hey, you only have yourself to blame. you voted for this group of people who could care less about human life. you are to blame for this crisis, not me, i was calling him a total fucking moron before he got the nomination the first time. i would have lost money cuz i did not think that buttfuck could win, but you proved me wrong republicans, you proved me wrong.

republicans truly are stupid, stupid fucks, and will not learn because they are so fucking stupid. rove knows this, now you have read it, but you wont believe it, so if you voted for bush twice, fuck you asshole and i hope you die.

2 weeks vacation

a couple years ago i heard a story on npr about vacation stuff in the u.s. versus the rest of the world that works for living.

if you are well-read, then you know how much vacation time the europeans get and this story was about how we americans dont take as much time in one block as the rest of the world. it seems to me that i used to, and i see that my friends and family tend to jam vacations full with as much, or more, stress as work.

gary slydecker and his family are fucking sharks on vacation. wake up, go to the zoo, then the childrens museum, then back to a science pavillion, hump to local cultural hotspot, meeting the mayor and making a pilgramage to some historical landmark all before noon.

we used to go down to florida for a week. leave friday, drive straight through, get there saturday, need saturday & sunday to sort of recoup from the drive. before you think your brilliant, flying would have the same stress, but with more expense.

so then the vacation starts. on the beach hanging out, oh, but then what about disney? gotta trek to orlando for a day and a half, waste a shitload of dough on supreme evil, then back to the condo for a day of relaxation before we have to start packing up and going back home.

it fucking sucked.

now, we leave on thursday, drive straight through, get there friday, recoup, hang out maybe think about doing something in orlando, but now have 14 days to get it over with. we got fucked by the evil kingdom so we do other places less evil like seaworld & universal.

all the fucking time in the world. for two days, i never left the condo, got up, made brekky brekky brek for a shit load of family, played some halo & mass effect, went out with the kids on the beach for a couple hours, in for lunch and more xbox, then out to the pool for few hours of floating, then in for dinner, tv, xbox then sex. repeat for the next day (minus the sex. even thought the ocean does wonder for your sex life, two nights in a row is simply two much to expect)

with the vacations coming up, please, take at least two weeks. you are not needed at your job. if you run your own business, close it for two weeks, you wont go broke and you wont lose your customers, they will only want you more, and they will envy you that you had the balls to do it.

holiday in cambodia

So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back East your type don’t crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you’ll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers ‘til you starve
then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son…
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, etc.
And it’s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum’s got so much soul

dead kennedys-listen to it here

grand theft auto iv

something weird happened.

yesterday, i was driving back to the office and noticed i was weaving in and out of traffic. i started chuckling to myself and THEN i saw i was going 90mph.

i am not joking.

everything was pretty smooth though, just weaving in and out of some fairly heavy traffic at 90. i was not in a hurry. didnt have to pee. who the fuck wants to go back to the office?

it was my daily playing gta iv. all you do is drive around fast and try not to get in an accident.

what this means is i am going to vet my kids on gta iv before they get behind the wheel. if they can make it from southern new aldernay to northern bohan without an accident or running a redlight, then i will take them for a learners permit.

thank you rockstar for creating this game which will teach safety to all new drivers.

singers that want you to clap

the easiest way to ferret out asshole singers is to see if they make these asides during singing like "cmon" and clap above their heads.

maybe they do something like "lets hear some noise" and make clapping motions.

now, why do they do this? because you are not a drone idiot jackass and are not clapping? is this fucking singers ego is not inflated enough and wants people to react to its patheticness?

you dont see the big stars doing this. now dont go trying to make me wrong. when i say "the big stars" i am not referring to the shitty fucking processed meat your kids listen to sung by marginally attractively made up little people who are destined for suicide when in just a few years their candle is properly drowned.

"big stars" means those artists that write and evenplay their own stuff, that have been around for years, that dont lip synch, that actually have musical talent and ability. they have made it, and dont need to do anything to get you to clap because you probably already are, or it comes naturally.

these losers who storm the stage, jumping, trying to artificially infuse emotion into their "new" song they just hijacked from an old catalog, dont have anything that is natural except being a loser inside.

so, dont. make sure you dont clap. teach your children well, teach them to not take direction from some alcholic, drug-infused hack they listen to. do not join the masses. pretend you have a real mess-o-education and can stand and clap when you feel it is prudent and earned.

time with kids

if you are a parent of children age 12 and younger, then stop reading this and go do something with them, unless of course, they are asleep.

i have made a point to not work as hard and to spend time with my children and it is awesome! sure, i could be making more money, but money aint worth what i get.

i further have decided to keep it going as long as they will let me. this does not mean the cheap and lazy attendance at ball games and shuttling to lessons of some sort. i aim to make the time worth it.

like i am teaching one to watercolor, one the guitar, keep reading to the youngest, and the oldest i am still trying to figure out how to get some one-on-one time with.

screw making money, that is time away for things that will keep us further apart. how wonderful it must have been in the early stages of man, just waking up with the family, checking to see if there is enough food for the day, if not, taking the boys and hunting for food.

that would be sweet.

stopping by the woods on a snowy evening

whose woods these are i think i know
his house is in the village though
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow

my little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year

he gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
the only other sounds the sweep
easy wind and downy flake

the woods are lovely, dark and deep
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep

-robert frost

its a small world

can we do away with this saying? please? its almost like there is a rush to be the first one to say it. ok, i get it, you met someone on the earth you knew or knows kevin bacon.

i dont get it anyway. we do live in a world which is only a speck in the big picture, so it is not big. jupiter is fucking big, the earth is small.

with jet travel, and more money, getting anywhere on the earth is really fucking easy right now, so it is not incomprehensible that your cousin would see you in hong kong tagging little girls in the same brothel.

kate beckinsale

this chick has got to be the hottest actress out there right now. clearly, she is one of the hottest.

sunset (bird of prey)

Bird of prey,
Bird of prey,
Flying high,
Flying high.
In the summer sky,
Flying high.
Gently passing by,
Flying high.
Take me on your flight.
Flying high.

-fatboy slim

listen to it here

sunday mass (or put in whatever ritual you want)

it is quite simple. how do you, a person so afraid of dying that you believe so easily in a supreme being, justify going to mass? or if it is another religion you believe in, how do you justify bowing 5 times a day or chopping off portions of sexual organs? you get the point.

in all major tonics for the masses, there seems to be a unifying trait in love and treating each other with respect, and an afterlife of some sort...and ritual.

lets toss out that afterlife shit for right now. keep the love shit. we are left with ritual.

where do these rituals come from? they come from man. men, not women, men. some old dudes in your respective religion made these rituals up a long fucking time ago. like before you had any ancestors. back further than the mormons can trace. and these wicked old rituals you are following today.

since i am most familiar with the teachings of "jesus" i will use him:

do you think, if jesus was alive today, and he dropped in on a saturday, got drunk on some wine, toked the weed a little and then hit the hay, do you think that on sunday, when you said "jesus (not talking to him, but the exclamation) we are late for mass", and you bolted around the house and woke jesus (him) up and said "lets go christ" would he go? no fucking way. he would roll over and say "meet you there", which of course he would cuz he can just warp over there after he could sleep for another 15 minutes.

and when you all sat down, the music started playing the dirge like march that is the soundtrack to all white religion, then you stood up, then sat down, then stood up, then sat down then stood up, then sat down, then kneeled then stood up, then kneeled, then stood up and processed, then kneeled down, then sat, then stood up and left, dont you think he would say "what the fuck are you people doing"?

christ would be pretty pissed that you were doing all this to him and his father. christ would say "get the fuck out of here and love one another". "dont waste your time chanting and doing really pitiful aerobic exercise in my name". "if you want to get together, then have some fun, accomplish something, but dont worship me".

the son of god would be pretty embarrassed this all was done for him and his dad. wouldnt you be embarassed? really, wouldnt you? would you allow it to go on. if you woke up one day and people were chanting, singing in dirge-like fashion, trying to figure out how to sit in those fucking benches, and giving money to an organization that supports the molestation of children in your name(see image above), would you let it go on?

no, you wouldnt.

depravity

zuti said "no matter what type of depravity you hear a human being has perpetrated, something worse will come along". absolutely mutherfucking goddamned right.

the deep feeling of satisfaction that comes with looking at my children as they sleep is the negative equivalent with the deep feeling of disgust that comes with hearing the latest depravity.

lets not talk of the incomprehensibility of the millions of total fucking morons that voted for bush the first time, and then you same assfucking stupid fucking idiots that did it again, while you and bush and his evil assfucking buttlickers are truly fitting the definition of depravity :

noun
1. moral perversion; impairment of virtue and moral principles; "the luxury and corruption among the upper classes"; "moral degeneracy followed intellectual degeneration"; "its brothels, its opium parlors, its depravity"; "Rome had fallen into moral putrefaction" [syn: corruption]
2. a corrupt or depraved or degenerate act or practice; "the various turpitudes of modern society"

your vote, your horrible selfish decision, your fear, pales in comparison to some of the things happening in our world.

things that you turn the tv off for because you dont want to here it anymore. things like infanticide, war, torture and terminal illness. lately, and i am sure you do not read the times(you voted for bush you fucking moron), or any responsible news outlet, so you have no ability to comprehend what is happening with the corporate greed you supported the past 7 years beyond a sound bite while you pull your polo shirt over yout head on your way to dinner out.

the latest depraved statements i have been hearing from you assholes that voted for the worst president in our history is this exclamation "and i voted for him"...like you somehow were fooled.

you were not fooled, you are depraved.

canvas grocery bags

this is an easy what the fuck?

unless you are a wicked old lady who buys those small cans of corn and one potato at a time, the canvas bags the supermarkets are pushing are the most ludicrous waste of money ever.

when i go the grocery store, i spend over a hundred bucks. those canvas bags can maybe hold a roast. if they are such a money saver, why dont the stores let us use them instead of the plastic shit they give us now?

they could rent them in a way. for christ sake every store has its own card that keeps track of how many enemas and condoms you purchase, so let them track the canvas bags. if you dont bring them back, then charge us.

in any event, make those fuckers bigger, or have a couple sizes. i buy alot of food, i dont need a shit load of canvas bags with one item in it.

music makes life better

true faith

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty

I don't care 'cos I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the thing that costs you too much

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun

When I was a very small boy
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we've grown up together
They're afraid of what they see

That's the price that we all pay
Value destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there's just no way of knowing

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty

The chances are we've gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I feel you've left me standing
In a world that's so demanding

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun

words and music by Stephen Morris, Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Gillian Gilbert and Stephen Hague(new order, jackass) to listen to it click here

visors

visors are for losers, especially if you have a y chromosome. just wear the fucking hat people.

i can see the use of visors for women who have the long hair, but even then you can funnel it through the hole made for the adjustable strap.

if you want to look retarded, then surely, go ahead and wear one. it will assure you a loss in whatever you are doing.

phil mickleson was a loser until he graduated to a cap. he kept on wearing the visor, looking like a retard, and kept losing. you can bank on any golfer losing the match if he wears a visor. this does not work for women golfers. one thing that does though, women golfers who wear visors are not attractive.

then you have the cadre of, i guess, west coast blonde dudes wearing visors. they look like fucking retards. i mean they really look like they have suffered a mental injury, or were born with a genetic mental problem.

visors suck no matter what, they are for losers. wear a fucking hat jackasses.

mexican food

it is the food of gods. if you dont like it, you have not eaten the real thing. you probably think chi chi's is mexican and that a taco is one from taco bell. im talking about the stuff that looks like this picture on the right.

mexican food is perhaps the easiest to make. some of it time consuming, but very easy. i have made tortillas from ground masa. dont go that far, i was an idiot. like not wasting your time making a pie crust, just buy your tortillas. for christs sake you can get them at gas stations now.

i can eat mexican food, three or four times a day, seven days in a row. it never gets old.


carnitas, tacos de carne asada, el sinolense, any day, every day.

girls in sports

i read this story in the usa today yesterday about a girls playoff softball game somewhere.

in a nutshell, a player jacked in the bottom of extra innings, then severely injured her leg negotiating the bases.

rules dictate that she touch home plate, without the assistance of her team mates. she attempted to crawl, but could not.

the opposing team confabbed with the umps, then picked up slugger and rounded the bases, allowing her to touch homeplate and complete the victory.

now, i aint no crybaby, but forwhatever reason, i almost was. i didnt wicked tear up, but my eyes welled up a tad. that shit is awesome. i dont think any mens team would do that, or at least many mens teams. i dont think i would have even thought of it, i would have laughed, like i did when i started reading the story. not a massive funny laugh, but the ha-ha kid from the simpsons.

here, the team that lost via a dinger, participated in making sure they lost. that is sportmanship. or i guess, sportwomanship.

link to espn video story here

DVR's

if you watch tv, then you must get a dvr. it is imperative that you stop what you are doing right now, and get up and obtain one of these fabulous devices.

gosh and by golly, we have had one for at least three years now, and i aint talking about that tivo shit!!!! tivo is evil, and expensive. get one from your cable company, or like us, direct tv, you can even buy your own now.

anyway, i watch more tv than i ever have in my life! this may sound bad, but i assure you, it is not.

with the dvr, you get to speed past, and i mean SPEED past commercials, opening & closing credits, dead space and other shit you dont want to watch. it is especially handy for food network.

but what really rocks is that you can record things you maybe would watch and keep them for a rainy day. also, it is wonderful for sports. while i watch more tv than ever, i spend less time in front of the tv.

it is particularly valuable late night, when tv really sucks it. now, even more valuable is the Video On Demand feature which allows you to download almost any fucking thing that has been on tv and watch it at your leisure.

during the really weird time that you are watching the tv live, the rewind function rocks for that line you missed while your bedmate farted and you had to deal with the odor problem, just hit one button and it will jump back like 30 seconds each time. then you can catch up during one of those bastard commercials.

the cost from your tv provider is about 5 bucks a month, way cheaper and less invasive than those tivo fuckers. you may not know, but tivo requires that you hook up an internet or phone cord to your box. and the price is ridonkulous.

i guess soon i will buy my own to see what that is like, in any event, if you dont like commercials, get a dvr.

two step

Say, my love, I came to you with best intentions
You laid down and gave to me just what I'm seeking
Love, you drive me to distraction

Hey my love do you believe that we might last a thousand years
Or more if not for this,
our flesh and blood
It ties you and me right up
Tie me down

Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain
We're climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue
These things we cannot change

Hey, my love, you came to me like wine comes to this mouth
Grown tired of water all the time
You quench my heart and you quench my mind

Celebrate we will
Because life is short but
Sweet for certain
We're climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue
The things we cannot
Celebrate, you and me, climbing two by two, to be sure
these days continue, things we cannot change

Oh, my love I came to you
with best intentions
You laid down and gave to me
Just what I'm seeking

Celebrate we will
Because life is short
But sweet for certain
We're climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue
Things we cannot change...
Things we cannot change

-dave matthews band


listen to it here

handicapped parking

clearly it is out of control. i have started parking in these spaces. mainly because of who i saw utilizing them.

this one guy, about 60, parked in the space, got out, and walked past 7 (seven)...fucking seven other spaces which were closer to the store he was going to!!!!! what the fuck is that?!?!?!?! he did not seem to have any handicap, he walked briskly to from his car to the store. he could have parked right next to the store, but opted to park in the handicap space, which was farther from the store. i stayed to watch to see if he was going anywhere else, but no, he had a bag of shit and walked back to his car.

the next whore was about 45 or so, pulled up next to my car in a large SUV into the handicap spot at wendys. she RAN out of the vehicle and into the restaurant, where she proceeded to get in line, get her food, sit down and eat it. all the while i was looking at her, and she subsequently started looking at me, in a nervous like manner. i wanted to let the air out of her tires, but feared security cameras.

most recently, was a sub-class of humans i recently blogged about, yep, a realtor. this fucking fat-assed skank, with her hair done(why fat ugly people get their hair done is a mystery to me) and a blazing realtor paint job on her car pulled up to a tj maxx. she cruised around looking for a spot, passing the handicap ones. not finding a spot, she then opted for one of the 8 open spots for handicapped.

i now join the above assholes. handicapped parking is a fucking joke. maybe if it was regulated more, but fuck off people, if it is open, im taking it.

being sick

being sick sucks it. like you dont know that. i have a tremendous command of the obvious. i guess sometimes being sick doesnt suck it totally, like when its just a stuffed nose or something, but i have been coughing so hard that i have been able to stop coughing because the pain that ensues when i start the peristaltic reaction of my belly fat.

also, i cant get a boner. you know you are sick when you cant even get a boner. not even the early morning wood or a piss rod. nothing. there were times i couldnt even find my stub. i was that sick. my neck hurt from laying down and watching tv.

i am sick of tv. there is nothing on, thank god for the dvr. always keep a shitload of recordings saved so you can watch them when sick or otherwise laid up, cuz generally, tv sucks it too.

mucus stickier than gorilla glue. i have started to feel a little claustrophobic because i cant breathe through the nostrils and when i think about having my mouth covered, i can sense the panic of not being able to breathe.

that happens now at the dentist when a couple of drops of novocaine hit my throat. the throat numbs up and if i have a stuffed nose, and mr. dentist has his fingers in my throat with all that metal and shit, i might not be able to breathe and then i would die so i get a small panic attack which results in the dentist and his assistant standing around saying nice things to me while probably thinking about what a fuckup this guy is.

i cant live not being able to breathe. (i said i have a tremendous command of the obvious)

attack of the show-g4tv

clearly, this is one of the best shows being carried by cable & satellite. the content is most attractive for modern men, although the ads are a tiny bit long, thank vaal for the dvr.

it will not be long before the two lead characters move on to better paying gigs. kevin pereira & oliva munn are wicked. let me proclaim that they have THE MOST ENTERTAINING OPENING SEGMENT IN TELEVISION PROGRAMMING HISTORY. A-T-N, A-T-N, A-T-N(repeat).

clearly the script consultants have it together and the "around the net segment" can not fail. with these two in charge, even my wife is in on the act.

biggest drawback is while this show is about cutting edge technology, it is not in HD?!?!?!? kevin & olivia are distorted, squinched freaks on my 50 incher(my plasma, not my dick). what is the deal g4? for christ sakes if the food network can do it, so can you. if i have to watch that pony-ass 30-minute meal chick in hd, then give me olivia in hd.

anyhow, couple the opening segment with all the techno news, comic news, interview segments (loop, not the pre-arranged PR sitdowns) and specials like the recent 4.20 one, which rocked and if you have a dvr, are male and do not record this for viewing at a later date, then you are not a male.

the road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-robert frost
listen to him read it here

realtors part one

why the fuck do realtors feel the need to plaster the earth with their picture? do they think "if i make my head as big as a whale on this billboard, when i am pushing down a doublecheesburger at the local bar, those there will recognize me and will utilize my services"?

no, because realtors egos are actually that large. they think their shit does not smell. they act like your friend, but they are not. they only care about the commission.

why do we need to see their heads!!!!!!! they are not attractive, if they were they would not be realtors. they are not important because websites and front-lawn signs are popping up everywhere for the "for sale by owner" crowd. clearly realtors are not bright because they put their ugly mugs on fucking billboards and signs thinking...i really dont know what they are thinking, that is the point of this blog today.

fuck the multiple listing service, do it yourself and save the 6%.

these washouts from every other job are desparate and vain. i would say greedy, but it think the combination of vainity & desparateness mixes together to trump any greed. i think that once these fuckbags graduate from slimeball realtor to owner and have other greaseballs under them contributing to the legal pyramid scheme, then it is greed. but it is then that they no longer advertise the size of their melons.

i beg you, every time you see a realtor in person, say to him or her "wow, your picture makes your head look so much bigger than it really is. you really have like a sort of pinhead. did you graduate from college? two year degree then? well, at least you finished high school, oh, i'm sorry, well there is always the GED program and you can get some respect. even drug addicts, once caught, take the GED while in jail and get one up on you. you should probably stop being an asshole and start doing drugs, get caught and go to jail so you can get your GED".

yeah, say that.