Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Free gold stars.

Are you special in any way shape or form? Do you contribute to society as a whole, is being around you a privilege? I urge all those reading to truly take into account something I heard the other day, " show me who your friends are, and I will tell you who you are" I've personally decided to be an elitist today. I belie e most people are not polite, and that others don't know that being polite should only last to a point. I've decided that somebody who has nothing to offer me, won't get one second of my time. Oh oh your sooooo selfish you might think. Your damn right I'm selfish, I only get one shot, I'm not wasting it a single person who doesn't deserve it. You moth think. That's cruel, but I actually have the cognitive ability to detect when somebody does, and when somebody who's worth helping out stumbles across my very now open schedule I'll be inclined to help them, if you don't like my decision please refer to the post prior to this one. If your wondering why you should be careful, think about the thing you probably don't think about often enough, does this person benefit me? Do they push me to be a better individual, would you read the label on a pretzel box every day? To the fuck no you wouldn't! Because it doesn't benefit you in any way, and most peole are the exact same way.

Burn in hell

I'm so... I feel so... I want I need I think I wish. A constant barrage of iditic bullshit is showered on me by people who feel way too much way to goddamned often. Turn on your brain and actually think about what your saying for once. Take in to account, that i personally do not have one single compassionate fiber in all my being for a person that chooses to base the way they behave off they're feelings.
People are so fucking butthurt about the littlest shit. I don't ever remember anybody telling the people who were after my social or physical nuts to tone it down because it was wrong. I remember the people who cracked jaws and kicked ribs because we were on the same side of the fence. I dont care if you think you have the right to act like your hard until the squeeze sets. And then act like the broken fucking man for sympathy because you don't have the goddamned salt to deal with your lot. I'm sure you don't agree. Go fall down some stairs and tell your whiny bitch to empathize with you. I don't care if your a woman, I don't care if your a man. This is my advice to all of you, you want to know the reason most thngs don't work out in your life? It's because you think because you feel a certain way that it gives you the right to voice it. Screw your stupid open healthy relationship crock, act like an adult. And for all you fucking simpletons, that means shut your goddamned mouth.   

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Adam was robbed.

You realize that the only criteria that most if the men in the world judge a woman on is looks. AND THEY ACTUALLY COMPLAIN ABOUT IT!!!! gimmie a god damned break. This whole empowering the fairer sex thing is cool to a point but now it's getting ridiculous. I'm normally a pretty level headed guy. Never been in cuffs. Pay my taxes do my job. But nothing on earth pusses me off more than a woman who tries to act like she could survive a fistfight with a man. They get raised to believe they ought to be treated like a princess from the second they could speak a language and actually believe it. Seriously I wish I had a button that could make every dick in the world turn off for a week. So all the weak fucking morons who think with the southern Brain could realize how abused the system is. Pretty womens lives revolve around them being pretty. They'll say a thousand times oh I wish people didn't look at me. Yeah fuckin right try being ugly for an hour. Ugly women get all embittered about the fact that men aren't decent. I'm so sick of human sexuality I could scream. Get over yourselves. You have a vagina I get it. We as men are programmed to fuck as many of you as possible and it's not an accomplishment you can turn heads. Stay the fuck away from me. All of you.


Life is a crock of shit. I hate young people, and old people, I despise happiness in others because I know it's a sign of they're own goddamned stupidity. What the fuck do you have to be so happy about? Some girl spread her legs for you? You got a pay raise? You love your car or enjoy your job? Maybe the weather is super beautiful today. Shut the fuck up you glass half full assholes. It's only a matter if time before your companies bought out the season Changes And your dumb fuck woman acts like one and looks for herself on a different set of sheets. I wish I had a magic button I could push that would enlighten the world. Give them a second or two of clarity. Your going to die you morons. Every fucking one of you, your not going to cheat the system beat the house or win the game. You were finished before you started. Your fucked, your dead men walking.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Salt water

I miss the time when there was fear in our society. I miss the wild wests simple sense of justice, the romans crucifixions and the Spartan lykurgis. I'm tired of this idiotic be good to one another at any cost bullshit. People don't deserve good. They deserve base ball bats to they're faces and knees. The sharp sensation of being thrown to asphalt, and the lovely backhand of the stern older man to be reckoned with that had some semblance of an idea of what the fuck he was talking about. Fuck your goddamned equality, your political correctness and above all, fuck you, you weakling watered down pathetic excuses for Men and women that use the freedoms of this great country only enough to make sure we all lose more and more of them every day. I shit on all of you. Fuck you. You pathetic fucking whorish little fucks, you cowardly idiotic uneducated softened politically correct overly apologetic dipshits. I hope you burn in a hell that reflects how poorly and gutlessly you lived your miserable fucking lives.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Brick walls

Walking in a group, being myself and making everybody laugh, one of them said I was a living cartoon character, most people say that I'm absolutely insane, out of my mind crazy. That there really is something deeply wrong with me that's equally fascinating and disturbing. I was making crazy faces and singing songs that don't rhyme at the top of my lungs. Slipping and sliding across ice covered parking lots acting a fool, and laughing my ass off at how much fun it is. Eventually somebody said what everybody else says, what's wrong with you. They always smile when they ask me like it's going to give them better chances when I answer. I continued to have fun, while replying to his question i was spinning in circles on the ice and pretending to be the conductor of a symphony. And I said good sir you will never Know all the women I took to bed, things i've done or places that I've been. How many crowds of people have cheered my name, And how after doing that and then living normal life how little I care.
They looked perplexed as I started skating away on some more ice, and I ended up asking a question that I didn't know I had asked myself, but I'd inadvertently answered.
What would you do. If you truly acted they way you wanted, if you said what you were thinking about, did the things that you desired, and chose not to be defined by the opinions of the people in your life that chose not to love you because of who you really are.
Would you find yourself to be a lot more like me.
They didn't understand, they're brick walls, sheeple as a man I know calls them.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Not long ago we fought two world wars, completely industrialized our country, and sent men into space. While all of this was going on. people, I'm firmly convinced were much like they are today. But there was something that held certain human tendencies at bay. Something I talk about quite a bit. Consequences. People knew they needed to mind they're goddamned p's and q's. Because not long ago opening your mouth gave people the unspoken right to help you close it.
Rats snitches and stupid women are the only creatures on earth who you can't be surprised about talking.
I'm not allowed to beat the shit out of somebody who talks about what I write on this blog, I can't threaten you, I can't do anything but call you what you are. And I've stated those things above, you might be convinced you know who this is, the people or places I discuss in this blog. But non names are used, and that means your an asshole for believing you could know something that can't be confirmed. If common sense could be taught, the first lesson of it would be... Mind your own mother fucking god damned cunt sucking business, not just here. In your daily life, amongst your friends family coworkers, colleagues subordinates and enemies.
Don't stick your overly inquisitive conclusion jumping nose in other peoples shit.
I'll tell anybody that, straight up face to face, at gun point, nailed to a cross, with my tattooed dick of justice on a chopping block.
These things are none of your concern. Have a nice day.