On many days I simply don’t give a shit

Been wandering the web aimlessly lately. I don’t want to get into it now except to say for every murderous muslim cocksucker there appears to be a gang of apologists and appeasers to justify–there’s no more apt word–to JUSTIFY the evil of the death-cult killers. These fools could just have easily ended up in the crosshairs as the next infidel, and yet here they are, defending the shitbirds.

You can be the most vile piece of shit and commit heinous acts, but those deemed insensitive or politically incorrect are treated even more harshly.

It’s a terrible world.

For no particular reason I watched the 12-part youtube docu about mafia killer-for-hire Richard Kuklinski, “The Iceman”, an equal-opportunity murderer. It was not uplifting. Then I watched a docu about Richard Ramirez, The “Night Stalker”, a craven piece of shit the fucking cops whisked away from mob justice. I’ve been an atheist (and now a tepid monotheist) but with these horrible serial killer bastards running around I understand why anyone would doubt the existence of any god, at least a caring one.

My own life is in the shitter. Not really, but it is. Too much shit left untied, unsaid, while other shit is done sloppily. The past weighs like an anvil on my scrotum. I just hate people and can’t seem to shake the feeling that I’m right. I can’t even get the fucking lesbian at work to come eat tacos (ha ha) with me. And no, I don’t want to fuck her, that’s why I can talk to her.

I don’t know if there is such a thing, but there appears to be a dread balance to the world. Things steadily improve but the horrors that counterweigh the good grow heavier and heavier. Smallpox is eradicated, here comes the AIDS. A dictator dies and he’s got 8 bastard sons to take his place. On the rare occasions Good triumphs it’s quickly buried and forgotten so that the next round of fools must needlessly live the same nightmares. I’m so very fucking annoyed with this planet. And there’s work tomorrow, I won’t have another day off till Monday. Work is hell, all work is, but being out of a job is worse (except for the first 20 minutes of waking up).

On many days I simply don’t give a shit. And by “days” I mean “years”.

Giving away Nobels like condoms in elementary schools

Right on the heels of The Obamessiah’s Nobel Prize, I too awakened to discover this…

I’m still in shock at winning. But I shouldn’t be, as I was already Time’s Person of the Year in 2006.

Oh wait, I almost forgot!

Hey, let me be the first to congratulate you. Be sure to bring your Nobel Prize to any participating Arby’s for $3 off.

BONUS VIDEO: Steven Crowder presents: I GOTS’ A PEACE PRIZE!

The United States of Red China

In response to this post, today we have bob:

I like china they will rule the world and take what they want. They have learned from the best , America. Time for America to move over and admit they are becoming a second class debtor nation whoring to everyone and pimping their children to world corporations. In the heart of every American is an Asian waiting to be reborn. American political system and the pimp whores who elect these politicians deserve third world status. America the Banana republic land that I love stand beside her and guide her with a light in the night from china.

bob’s rant arrives on the heels of the Empire State Building lighting up with the colors of China’s mass-murdering regime.

For those who want a logical, elementary explanation as to why the Empire State Building honoring Red China is a travesty and obscenity, read this column.

For more in-depth of China’s offenses against the USA, go here.

Well bob, unlike you, I don’t like China, their government anyway, but the challenge in trying to explain why a communist government is evil is useless to anyone who’s been indoctrinated in American government schools, which gloss over America’s achievements while highlighting only the bad, and downplay the dangerous failures of other countries, like drug-addicted and genocidal Mao Zedong’s “Cultural Revolution.”

As liberal hero Joesph Stalin said, “Education is a weapon whose effects depend on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed.”

That’s why for liberty to stay, government schools must go.

Stalin also said, “The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic,” which is why throwing numbers like 70+ million Chinese murdered over 60 years will have no effect.

You’d never know it from America’s chickenshit state-run media but “The Obama administration made history on Sunday September 20, 2009 for allowing the communist government of China to raise their national flag to celebrate the 60 year anniversary of the birth of the totalitarian communist regime that enslaves over 1 billion people in China.”

For electing a commie to the presidency, Obama voters deserve their own flag:

Vermin Polanski aka Druggy the Child Rapist

The less said about this turd the better.

I thought he was “safe” as long as he stayed in France and/or out of the States (apparently so did he).

Why drag him back to the US for “justice”? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just shoot him in the head? The Swiss like things with holes in them.

Certainly not all, but plenty of hollywood scum are rallying around this guy like he’s some kind of martyr.

“The reality is that a bunch of mostly self-righteous secular jews are upset that a fellow jew, who just happens to be a convicted criminal, has been arrested. They know anti-semitism when they smell it. They can’t see why else a brilliant jew who drugs and anally rapes a 13-year old girl needs to be held to account.” — Tanstaafl

If only Manson, Dahmer, Gacy and this freshly-deceased turd had made arty movies perhaps they would also be martyred like Druggy the Child Rapist.

Lovable Grandmother Not Tasered Enough

Madam, you’re a fucking liar and a scumbag. You don’t deserve a red fucking cent, and if the Texas bacon is stupid enough to offer you 40 grand for being a total asshole, they ought to charge you double that for the electricity used to put your rudeness in its place. Fuck you.

While we’re on the subject, why should I give a shit that the perp is old and/or a woman? Where’s that EQUALITY the egalitarian shit-for-brains are always whining about? DOUBLE fuck you.

JERKING OFF IS LIKE A BREAKFAST BAR

Dropped a small amount of shrooms–stems only–no caps. I chanted over the dried bits and pieces which look like twigs and I chanted while beginning the trip which turned out to be a dud. My pupils did not dilate, I had no hallucinations. I jerked it, then took a shower (always a brilliant idea, dropping mind-altering substances and then standing on a wet, slippery surface).

I’m sorry this post will go nowhere, but NOTHING happened except I got a small burst of energy and the title for this post: JERKING OFF IS LIKE A BREAKFAST BAR. Because it doesn’t have to be breakfast time to enjoy one. Oh no, you can jerk off evenings, Tuesdays, one minute past high noon and in the fountain at the mall, as long as you can outrace Security with your pants around your anks.

The shrooms did not enhance the onanistic experience. Perhaps my dreams will rock…

Before all of this shroom business I surfed the internet for the phrase, “Accept there is no justice”. The reason no one accepts this obvious truth is their ego is in the way. No one likes to be shat upon and revenge is very close in the hearts of humans, like a rifle hidden just inside the jamb of the front door.

Earlier today I explained to a Buddhist woman that I believe there is a God, as in an intelligent, conscious energy with thoughts of its own. She disagreed, using the sentiment that, “We are God,” not in a blasphemous way but in the sense We are the Perceivers. I have no beef with that, I was more annoyed she doesn’t smoke dope anymore. Ironically or not, historically-speaking, the best-functioning religion that’s caused the least harm appears to be Buddhism, an atheistic religion.

I didn’t mention today was the 4th of July right away because I’m not feeling it. With a respectful nod to American soldiers who gave their sanity, limbs and lives, I have no independence of my own, all my so-called personal freedom is mixed with severe punishment. After all, one is free to quit one’s hated job and starve on the street. One is free to choose drugs and then be warehoused in nigger college, aka prison. One is free to write the words “nigger college” and then have the hyenas and jackals scream for one’s politically-incorrect head. One is free to jump off a tall building, only to discover one’s freedom to fly ends as gravity begins.

I just ran to the bathroom to check my pupils. If they were ever abnormally large they’re back to normal now. It’s one hour into July 5th, everything is back to normal, we can forget freedom and sacrifice for another year.

Don’t think of them as Americans any more

Colin Powell is at it again. Nothing has changed with Powell since last December when I ripped him a second asshole, except he’s become ever the more useful idiot and tool of the left to bash the few real conservative voices remaining.

Powell is not alone in his suicidal quest. Damn near all of the high-position elected Repubicans are striving to be more like the statists now running things (into the ground). The lot of them have decided it’s better to be loved and admired than pursue any difficult course of action that doesn’t end in personal glory.

Ours is an age of pure politician, with only a sprinkling of statesman.

The Republican Party is in disarray and deserving to lose because despite the recent weak rebranding it still stands for nothing. Though true conservatives haven’t gone anywhere, the party has abandoned its core conservative principles of limited government, low taxation, strong (logical) national defense and a historical framework of moral values based on Judeo-Christian teachings. I didn’t make these up just now, nor do I necessarily wish any of these to be taken to “extremes”, but these are principles that governed the way America ran from 1776 to the 1930s,—historically unique ideas which worked to build the greatest of all nations—before the first rivulets of the flood of communist horseshit we’re drowning in today began creeping into the streets.

I can’t even write about this any more. There are so many mental drifters, slaves and honest-to-God ignorant fuckups flooding this country from within and without, it’s like a race between the illegal aliens and their enablers and the idiot factories knows as government schools to see which can create the more harmful parasite/voter in greater numbers.

Reminds me of a scene from Invasion of the Body Snatchers or one of its many remakes or rip-offs, where a military guy or scientist(s) is observing, through a thermal imager, a gang of children that have been taken over by alien parasites.  One of the men says, “”Don’t think of them as children any more.”

And so America begins its decline, 2009. I can’t believe there’s anything left to discuss with so-called ‘Americans’ that demand the government take care of them from cradle to grave, while commanding everyone else on how to live their lives. Such people already exist by the millions…they’re called Europeans (and Canadians) and their cultures are dying more rapidly than ours.

Statists are not Americans. It would be wise not to think of them as Americans anymore.

TED lectures – save your time for porn instead

WHAT IF the world’s most overrated assholes all got in one room and that room didn’t mercifully explode or launch itself into the sun?

There’d be TED, once a name for a boy, now probably some acronym for smart people who think they’re too smart for even smart people.

TED freaks, you are too smart, but only compared to yourselves. You’re only there at that auditorium in Fuckflorff, Sweden because you’re somehow rich off whatever scam you’ve been selling.

No one gives a fuck about your specialness or combined altruistic horse manure brainpower. Have you looked at the WORLD around you GENIUSES? This is the best it can do WITH YOU IN IT!

Pathetic.

I could’ve saved all this typing by linking to the video showing fat fascist and liar Al Gore in your audience, er, TEDience.

Now go show a fucking car commercial at lecture’s end to pay for your rubbish because a roomful of ingenious millionaires couldn’t all chip in to broadcast for free.

Since no one asked, I just want you to know I hate all singers

I hate singers.  All of them.  Yeah, I listen to music and it has singers in it.  So fucking what?  They all suck balls.  Fuck them and their giant-ass egos.

Fuck singers!  They didn’t earn shit.  On-key singing is a genetic accident, nothing else.  It takes a some training to sing, but not a whole lot.  It’s not like, say, ACTING.  Har fucking har.

Do you know how to breathe, fucker?  Then even you can sing.  Just badly.

Susan Boyle? Fuck NO.  Voice like UH ANGEL and a face like my ass.  A bodybuilder puts in REAL WORK to get in shape…nobody is born ripped.  Did Boyle wake up one day and start doing VOICE UPS?  Crap.  Bitch you won the genetic lottery, now fuck off.

The cruelest thing about these fucking singers is what they do to the rest of us, the second cruelest is the bullshit lasts and lasts like a stick of dogshit gum.  Without a gimmick or rich husband a “model/actress” is finished in 10 years or less.  Faces shrivel and fall off, tits board a bus for Silcon Scalpel Ski Resort, but those goddamned singing voices barely ever change, they just switch to animated features.

Jealous, you say?

Of course, twit! Why should I be doing niggerwork while some idiot with an IQ of SPAM recycles some Sinatra for 1 billion dollars?  Don’t think jealousy counts for everything, either, I’m jealous of people with the cohones to kill themselves.

Fuck all singers, vocalists, crooners, carolers, musicians, performers, songsters, songstresses, throat-sucking ear-fucking dickwad assfucks.

Except Don Dokken.

First Time in a Hookah Bar

It wasn’t smoky. A young girl behind the counter with fine tits, thick lips and a shiny forehead greeted me. I told her I’d never been, but my money was green, and how does it work?

While she explained the process the pot-bellied hippie who owned the place (I’d seen him on the bar’s website) stared unhappily. I took it personally. There’s a communist nigger in the White House and his business was hopping, so why the long face to go with the long, gray beard?

I motioned to an empty table behind me, dropped the $$$ and the little girl brought out the hookah. It looked like Aladdin’s bong. I was nervous because I thought I’d have to set it up myself, water and charcoal and shit. But they did it all. The rules
were that the hook could only be moved around by the staff. Break it and you’re out 50 bucks.

The girl hooked up the hookah pipe. She’d recommended the “Purple Haze” flavor for me. I took a hard drag on the hose. Purple Haze tasted like moth balls floating in Grape Kool-Aid at Grandmother’s house.

Thursday was Trivia Night. A loud, young, obnoxious prick on a stage nook was reading off questions and the crowd was shouting out. They were having a good time.

With dawning horror I realized that except for the pot-bellied hippie owner, I was the oldest one in the place. I was sitting by myself at a large blocky table that could seat four. Comfortable looking couches flanked the table but there were people nearby, young people, and I wasn’t about to move. Youth surrounded me: baby faces and cell phones and a few girls with short-shorts that looked painted on their cute little bobble-asses.

I decided it was all a Lie, I was really 25 and these were middle school kids. In another 5 years they would all be elementary school kids. When you’re very old every person under 40 must look like a child.

I took serious drags on the hookah, savoring the taste of Grandmother’s mothball cunt. I had nothing else to do. When I was young I was a young loner, I would always be one. My youth had been wasted. I would always be afraid of people.

I made that hookah water DANCE with my long serious drags. The flavor grew on me, a little. Flavorful smoke alternately blasted in a narrow cone and squirted out of my tired lips.The hookah menu had almost 40 flavors to try and golly gee, I’d keep coming back almost 40 times this year and try them all!—I lied to myself. I wondered if I would ever go back. No one I knew smoked.

The trivia portion ended. Loud rock music now blared on the PA. One of the songs was Europe’s ‘The Final Countdown’. The young people seemed to like it, singing along in places, but they didn’t understand it; they mocked it as cheesy and it was, but it was beautiful to me and marked a certain time in my life and I didn’t like hearing it mocked.

I was sad and felt sorry for myself. I’m always alone in crowds; that other people might also feel alone didn’t matter because you can’t be alone together.

The Purple Haze was making me slightly giddy, almost high, except it was an illusion. It was likely my high blood pressure kicking on, making the body’s race towards death an easier downhill coast instead of the slogging speed of inevitability.

I wanted to kill the hippie for not welcoming me to his hookah bar. Times are tight and he probably needed all the business he could get…I didn’t want him to kiss my ass but just say hello, say, “Welcome” to a potential new customer.

The bar was getting ready to close. Laser lights danced on the walls. The young pussy hugged and kissed the young cocks goodbye. They were all happy, if only for this moment. I knew they were afraid and got picked on by the world and needed to band together.

I left alone, the same way I entered.

No one I know smokes.

Not even me.