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.

Aa88

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.

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.

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.

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.
Fucksticks.

One and negative one.

Alright dipshits geeky little philosophy lesson. Cops and robbers, good and evil, neo and smith, society has a bunch of different little ways of explaining an age old theory. That without bad guys we wouldn't have good ones, no sweet without sour. pleasure, without pain.
That being said I have a theory about life since this one is in place.
Ask a rockstar strung out on cocaine, and bruised from beautiful young women throwing themselves at Him naked how to approach life and he'll say " live it up man, life is short"
Now you ask a guy who has the daily grind, a shitty job, a lousy boss, freezing cold weather and a lack of money in his life and he may tell you a variety of things. Fuck life, thank god for whiskey, there is no hope, all is lost Meghan fox is hot. and I think about suicide on a daily basis.
You see in my opinion the world has a sort of twisted balance, and there is a god. And he has a twisted fucking sense of humor.
There are so many fucking stupid people who aimlessly walk through life without the ability to comprehend just how much they're fucking up the general populations day. There are people of incredible common sense, wisdom, and compassion, they are usually imprisoned and or executed. Sleezy pieces of shit that run governments and hard working blue collar men that always get named after diseases.
Gods sense of humor really is twisted. For those of you who do not know I will tell you I have a brother. We talk on the phone a lot, we summarized our weekends last night, it went something like this.
Him. Hey buddy how are you
Me. I'm doing good bud you got any good stories from the weekend.
Him. Do you want a like twelve or thirty six hour compilation?
Me. It's whatever dude
Him. Ok third option let's rock out an eighteen hour time line.
I have this girl over right, we do the deed. Next morning breakfast, move on with the day, after we got it on brunch style. This other ones been a crazy bitch but has my pan so she said she would bring it over. We argue via text then have some dinner she drops it off I go inside lock the door. Couple minutes later she comes back we do the deed. Wake up early the next morning with a massive bone, you know just like a raging hard on because I'm so used to having massive amounts of sex with different women. So I got this really cute one over that had breakfast with me the day before. She's like super into oral. Any time she has sex with me she demands it begins, and ends orally, she's like foul dude she like takes my boner and smacks it on the side of her face. And it's really surprising because she is so cute but such a freak in bed..........
What did you do bud.
Me. I beat this game on my iPad called eternal blade.

Yup, we walk, talk, pretty much look act breathe and live the same way. We eat the same foods like the same movies have the same skill sets, and we popped out of the same woman. You can't tell me that god doesn't have moments when he really just uses some of us as an example of how hard he can make a human life suck
Ie the theory that for ever one, my brother. There is a negative one, me

Wiffle mall justice.

Have you thought what you would do if you could live a single day without consequences? Yesterday I finally found my own personal answer to this question. A little bit about me,
I absolutely hate the goddamned mall. With every fiber of my being and bit of my soul, it has just about very thing in life that I dislike rolled into one package. And every great once in a while, I am forced to go there.
For starters, the noise, from every direction, on all levels there are inescapable sounds of stupidity. From complaining children to teenagers squealing they're gossip at one another. Music of every genre but a good one blasted over loud speakers and out of every shop, the sounds of a million heels clicking away at your sanity as the ladies shuffle to and fro. looking for the perfect outfit to complete themselves as a person, announcements, food court order calls, and if your extremely fortunate, a baby with enough insight at it's surroundings to become terrified and scream till its vocal chords are hoarse. Then the sales representatives really start to do there part. stall venders with unbrushed teeth attempting to strong arm you into buying all natural make up, a guy who can't tuck a dress shirt in asking you what your cell phones data plan and roaming charges cost you. Maybe you'll get lucky the next time you want to buy a pair of jeans, and have the shirt that the manikin in the front window is wearing recommended.
On top of these atrocities, are the two issues that really truly make a mall worth hating. Security guards that don't know where anything but victorias secret is. And above all an issue which I'm sure I'll address in the future as well. people who walk on the wrong side of the isle. I swear to saint mother fucking tharisa I cannot stand it when people walk into opposing traffic. It's not that they slow me down, it's that they slow everybody down, the sheer selfishness it takes to be that much if a dick is beyond my comprehension.
So the answer to my consequence free day question for me. Is I would stalk through the shopping malls of America with a wiffle ball bat, and pent up aggression and smack the living shit out of every thing I disliked. Why not a real bat or something more dangerous you might ask. I'll tell you why, I've been smacked by one before, it hurts like the sound of an angry bitches voice that doesn't know what the he'll she's talking about, and leaves a huge mark. And that's what you deserve If your one of the people I described, except for the baby. You deserve some sharp annoying pain, and you ought to be marked in a way the good people of America can see you coming so they don't have to deal with your retarded behavior.