Archive for December 27th, 2007

BASTARD children deserve no ice cream: an interview companion

Thursday, 27 December 2007

BASTARD children deserve no ice cream? That was a pretty fucked-up last post there. You hate children?

I don’t even think about children unless goaded or one is around being a fatherless self-centered asshole. I don’t go out of my way to hurt children. I just don’t like them around. Paedophobia.

There was a child on the premises not long ago…

The mother is a fatass friend of the family. I would’ve hit it if it was offered. Big tasty breasts.

Such a romantic. Are you on drugs?

Many.

Aren’t you just pissed off your “vacation” is over?

The only real vacation is death. Yes, I am angry at the holiday respite ending. For me, anyway.

You sound unhappy.

I am.

Any reason to go on?

None. I ate everything and smoked everything. The Fatty mother is long gone and the place is too crowded to jack off. I lose.

You were pretty mean to single mothers with those last comments.

Single mothers are women who chose someone else. Why should I care how they feel?

Change your attitude and you change your altitude.

I changed my altitude with God’s Smoke. Now you’re harshing my mellow.

Sorry. Any last words?

Why not combine posts? Check out this fascist asshole’s commentary.

He thinks rising oceans due to global warming are going to “wash away” the red states. When will people wake up to the menace of Green Fascism? Left-wing activists: Nature’s organic clowns.

BASTARD children deserve no ice cream

Thursday, 27 December 2007

It’s hard for me to explain how much I hate children, as a group. I used to be a Latchkey “counselor”: any kind of romantic notions about what it means to be a child or saving the children or children being the future was wiped out.

What is a child to me? Someone smaller than a normal useless human but requiring additional attention. These days children are spoiled little shits and one of the reasons I hate smoking bans is because disciplining a child with a burning match isn’t the same as a lit cigarette.

Just kidding. Understand that I would happily kill all adults who abuse children, but children themselves remain vortexes of time, attention, money.

If you treat kids like miniature human beings, they’ll turn out all right, but you know, you’re going to like some children more than others if you treat them like people.

Nobody dreams of having ugly children, attractive children are preferred…this is a major source of trouble.

I would love to see the BASTARD stigma reborn. I want unwed mothers (“breeders”) to feel real shame, and their bastard progeny to remind them every day how they fucked up. Also, unmarried sperm donors (they are not real fathers except in the eyes of the law) should be stigmatized and made outcasts.

Fun fact: James Smithson was a bona fide English bastard and was so furious at being denied social status, he gave his money to the United States, which founded…the Smithsonian Institute. See, if England then had had no stigma-shame about bastardhood like America does now, we would have fewer cool museums.

Anyways, I never want anything to do with women who have children. Haggard, bitchy, tired, enslaved and a pussy like a pup tent.

I hate everyone so just laugh it off, no one cares what anyone else thinks.

Enjoying the plants?

Thursday, 27 December 2007

Why yes, I am.  It’s now “5:20”, I took just enough “snowcap” to be mellow and swimmy at the same time.  The world should always feel so soft.
For me, the indentured servitude of a shit job resumes tomorrow.  When you hate people as much as I do, the only jobs with manageable stress levels are hermit, hermit crab, astronomer (big telescopes only) and night watchperson.  Any time people are involved it’s going to be terrible.

I didn’t write much at all this past week and I’m not sorry about it.  Who cares.  The stupid will be stupid tomorrow, the damned remain damned, scuba-diving below an oil fire.

I’m enjoying using my infrared thermometer gun.  I’ve zapped all kinds of objects…I like the added input of knowing the temperatures of things and the knowledge accrued is far from useless.

Example:  ladies, I may not have a 12″ penis, but it’s 95 degrees.

Upon reading Howington

Thursday, 27 December 2007

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

~Emily Dickinson

RE: I AM NOBODY

Apologies, Howington, I can’t toss too many silver dollars in the fountain of your comments section when I’ve got ego to toss off here.

I would kill myself if I were guaranteed the cessation of all feeling, but after living this long I know that suicide is no escape, even in death there is no peace, you’ll be back at the DMV or living a real life Beetlejuice.

Whatever awaits on the other side, be it endless torture or pleasure or taking up yet another body and resuming the grind on the blue marble, I don’t want it. Only a damned fool enjoys this Endless Stupid.

The only asshole really seizing the day is the Tax Man…he knoweth it’s harder but not impossible to rob the past and screw you today while tomorrow is already spent.