Educating Christopher, Part One

The latest comment on my post “A small example of why government sucks and will continue to do so” was from Christopher P., a high school student:

i have read all the post well because in school they teach yu about how the sysytem is good yeah my ass. i am a student in highschool and i cant even find a job but yet everyone (older people) are telling me its so easy to find a job yeah its cuz their taking all the fucking jobs the economy needs to shot up send me a message and let me know what you think my mind is always open for new thoughts

Chris, the first thing that came to mind is to send to you a link to one of best pieces I’ve ever read regarding government, work, school and life itself, by a libertarian talk radio host…

The Neal Boortz Commencement Speech

Read it until you are confident you understand it, then get back to me.

I will then endeavor to write an Educating Christopher, Part Two, with my own thoughts.

American Idol and the unrelated shit job

Why is American Idol even a contest?

In every city they find at least 3 gifted singers with minor vocal “flaws” that are undetectable by 99% of the listening public.

When a winner is “crowned” the rest of the finalists go on an American Idol Tour, and not a few times the runners-up and “losers” end up more popular and  famous than the winners.

No losers, no contest.

Speaking of hapless losers, for some reason, the shit job has grown even shittier the past few days.  The asshole boss came back from a national meeting an even bigger asshole than when he left.  For two days he’s been in everyone’s face, complaining.  One of our best workers, after listening to his undeserving shit, said, ‘What the hell’s the matter with you?”

“I’ll tell you what’s the matter, I’m tired of bad customer service!”

This is a biz that scrambles to kiss the ass of every customer no matter how much they lie, curse and steal from us.  As a fellow worker succintly put it, “Some of these customers are swearing at me from the first word, then run off to Management, which immediately caves in to their demands.  We’re rewarding customers for being assholes.”

I hate the shit job but have nothing but admiration and even love for my fellow employees.  I’m amazed at how much we give in this thankless environment.  It’s our own Vietnam, only instead of battling Charlie and our own government, we’re warring against shitbirds and clueless managment.

Management lives in a vacuum, it’s a univeral constant.  I can understand the need and desire to turn a profit, but they make it harder on themsevles and us by ignoring reality, and right now the reality of the world is it’s shittier than usual.  The jug-eared muslim-lover is busy golfing while the Middle East burns.  Even before gas prices were soaring, no one was spending money and the suckdick libmedia still refuse to tie this to fear of our own unstable government.  People aren’t fools, they don’t invest and hire when unpredictable, lawless thugs are in charge.  So once again, a hearty Fuck You to anyone who voted for The Kenyan and anyone who watches American Idol and still believes it’s a contest.

2012 Olympic Logo – Old and Improved

There’s been a recent kerfuffle by those filthy muslims, eye-ranian this time, about how the stupid 2012 Olympic logo secretly spells ZION.  Why homicidal jihadist bastards would give a crap about the last human city on earth in the Matrix universe is beyond me.

Well, the British showed some rare spine and told the ragheads, in polite language,  to fuck off.  While it is a shitty logo it’s been around since 2007, a little late for whining.

I made my take on the logo back in 2007.  Still shines today, like my shorn scrotum.

Killing defective children helps us all

I don’t know why I read this article about an 8-year-old with a multiple-arrest record.  We all know the little shit is doomed and down the line will injure or kill others.

The boy said he acts out because he gets angry when adults don’t read to him or do something else he wants them to do, according to the incident report.

Can’t we painlessly kill him with that piston-thingy used to put down cattle?  There’s no evil intent, he’s just an irredeemable and dangerous mental defective that should be thrown out like a deformed machine part.

Look how easily the pistol-thingy’s instructions are converted!

To produce instantaneous unconsciousness, the bolt must penetrate the brain with a high concussive impact. For cattle, unruly children, the stunner is placed on the middle of the forehead on an “X” formed between the eyes and the base of the horns. Due to concerns about BSE (Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy) endocannibalistic diseases like kuru, saving brains is not recommended. Childrens’ brain and spinal cord tissue should be discarded and not used as food for either people or animals.

Defective parts should be thrown out. Same with defective children.

The end of the USA Part CMLXXVIII

I’d only been following this story peripherally, about Americans taken hostage by somali pirates.

I agree with those voices that condemned these Americans as idiots for putting themselves in that kind of danger.

Now that these Americans have been killed by the pirates, it’s time to wipe this somali shit off the face of the earth, sink every one of their ships and carpet bomb the shoreline.

Of course, it won’t happen.

As long as a weak-kneed, jug-eared, Kenyan Muslim-sympathizer occupies the White House, we can expect…nothing.  Well, almost nothing:  Cankles Clinton did call the murders “deplorable”.  That’s just the kind of harsh language that frightens these pirate vermin.

When a nation loses its martial spirit, it’s done for.  Little fugazis like being unable to handle somali savages are even worse than the big shit, and as the border problem proves, it’s not just one side of the aisle with no balls.

So, another hearty Fuck You to anyone who voted for The Kenyan.

You’re partially excused if you’ve said, “I’m sorry I voted for him” since 2008.

Your redemption arrives in 2012.  Do it right before the world ends in December of that year.

My heart drips with desire for the 2010 Strawberry Festival Queen

It’s been a horrific week in countless ways.

In other words, all systems Normal.

But then I saw this photo in the local paper, and allowed myself to be FASCINATED by the 2010 Strawberry Festival Queen.  Actually, that’s a lie, I “allowed” nothing and had no choice.

I can’t take my eyes off her.  She’s everything at once:  beauty, youth, sex, power, but also humor.

Why do I feel this way about this photo?  Like so many in the age of mouse-click I’ve seen thousands and thousands of female faces, some pretty, most not; in the end all of them about as memorable as doorknobs.

How terrifying when the blind, tattered heart, in the lone seed of a single moment, truly sees…

It’s times like this I wish I was the Lord of Darkness.

Not the true Lord of Darkness, but his son, the red-skinned devil beast from the movie Legend.

What Strawberry Queen wouldn’t love a demon the color of strawberries, dipped to the waist in the liquid hot chocolate of DESIRE?

It’s a shit-horrible feeling to not be the man you need to be, at the right time.

I wish this was a joke.

F*ck off Toyota and f*ck you, little sh;t

I hate this obnoxious character, “Nathan James” and I hate all kids with “wild” hair.

The thrust of these ads is that the new Toyota Highlander is a cool vehicle, as opposed to “dorky”.  Had no idea this was so important to consumers.  Forget quality, mileage, handling and price, what I want to know upfront is if this is a vehicle my 9-year-old son thinks is cool!

As usual, the Father is made to look like a hapless, clueless ass. Is it good business sense to insult one-half of your prospective consumer base?

Do the geniuses at Toyota know that ‘dork’ is slang for prick, cock, penis, lingam, etc?

This is not a case of,  “Back in my day, children were respectful.”  This is a case of Fuck Off, Idiots.

The Cave of my Dreams

I am only pretending to like people and that’s only so they don’t murder me.  Had I the resources I’d live alone in a cave with the land around it chock-full of landmines. The cave would have at least 10 years of supplies. I’d have a low-key contract with some company to deliver other stuff.

Admittedly I would probably have a computer, television and other electronic items in the cave, but with those things the influence of Others can be filtered. There are levels of honesty, even with oneself…that’s why a lot of people with money act like such fucking pricks: they can get away with it. Had I the money I wouldn’t be a prick, I would simply avoid humanity and be polite as much as possible, so as not to be murdered.

I would have plenty of warning signs and a huge electrified fence bordering the property around my cave. I would have special effects guys create realistic looking bodies impaled on spikes.  Should people try to intrude after that, the outermost ring of landmines would spray tear gas and pepper spray. If intruders didn’t get those hints, there would be small electric cannons that shot rock salt further in. I would have a fleet of drones so I could personally attack intruders, too. After all that, the landmines would be real landmines.

Right now I can’t afford even one landmine. My options are limited. I hate people. But only as needed.

The bum with the golden voice

I’m not in a charitable mood.  The story of the bum with the golden voice went from 5 seconds of getting choked up to who-gives-a-fuck.  He recorded a commercial for Kraft Macaroni & Cheese which may or may not air during the Super Bowl.  It’s surreal, in a counterfeit way.  I’m sure the bum was paid more than I make in two months for that bullshit.

The bum is still humble for now; only a matter of time and money (and pussy) before some gopher in the recording studio–LUCKY to be working in the field–is sprinting to get the bum another $15 bottle of purified tap water, or else. Actually that’s happening now.

The bum is back on top of the Abrams tank of capitalism instead of under the treads like so many.  Another newsie story had him arguing with his daughter in an LA hotel, loudly enough for the police to be called.  No arrests.

There was something that originally drove the bum with the golden voice to drink and drug and I suspect he’s fast remembering what it was.

The bum says he’s been clean for two years, referring to drugs and alk, but the truth is no one is clean, he’s back in the same slaughterhouse of deadlines and responsibilities.  The newness and fame is waning and it’s time to go back to work.  Welcome back!  Isn’t it better to be the handle than the bristle end of the toilet brush?

O Golden Voiced One, we need more commercials, more relentless voices to chip away at the last bit of cobalt-colored sanity in our brains.  Does Macaroni and Cheese even need to advertise?  Jesus Fucking Christ.

Quoticle – I already know this

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?

~Jeremiah 17:9 (King James Version)