Sunday, July 1, 2007

Ignorant Whore


So the wife takes a seat on a plane. She has an aisle seat. Before boarding she had checked to see if there were any upgrades but there were none but she was pleased to see that the middle seat was empty. (Elbow room is wonderful on these flying cattle cars) That didn't last. The middle seat was soon taken by a child. Okay, who cares. But this filthy whore of a woman comes up to her and starts getting on her ass in a real obnoxious fashion to get my wife to move to a middle seat so she could sit with one of her 4 kids. Now maybe if she would have asked nicely and it wasn't a coast to coast flight my wife may have acquiesced. But this bitch is giving her a real attitude like it's my all my wife's problem. Well she didn't move and I'm glad she stayed put. Fuck that ignorant cunt! The middle seat was still available right before boarding so obviously this woman and her younglings got on at the last minute. Be grateful you got a seat, shut the fuck up, and get your kid after the flight. It wouldn't kill you to be nice you bag of horse-shit.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Impatient Whore

So there I am, waiting in line to get my morning coffee and bagel at Dunkin' Donuts. There's this pointy, bony bitch in front of me. She is ordering like 2 or 3 giant boxes of coffee and then ordered 2-3 dozen donuts. Not " give me a mix" but specifically picking out each different one. There's a crowd at the counter. Some other guy was ordering a couple dozen donuts. But she then belches out: "How much longer is this going to take? I can't stay much longer." They tell her they are brewing fresh pots to fill her dumpster-sized boxes of coffee. She gets all pissed off and starts cawing at them that "it should have been done by now." Are you kidding? Did you think they would tell everyone else waiting that all the coffee is gone because you and the caffeine-camels you are ordering for have sucked it all down? No! There is a balance to the way things are done. You don't command the services of the entire staff at your whim. You ordered a lot, now be patient while they fill that order. Christ! Get there earlier if you are running late. Either way, shut the fuck up.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Holy Krishna! It's Telemarketing Hell

I'm sure we've all been in this situation. You call customer service and you get some Indian babbling to you in broken English. What makes things worse is they ask you questions and you are constantly saying "can you repeat that?" because you can't understand what the fuck it is they are saying!

I just got off the phone with one of these types and all I wanted to know is what the tracking number was for the part they promised to overnight to me. They said 'call back in an hour and we'll have the number'. Call back in an hour? I asked if the part shipped and they said 'yes.' What take so fucking long to answer my question??? So I'm guessing it takes an hour to get a hold of someone over here in America to tell them what the number is. Or maybe they tied a message to a cow and nudged it in my direction. Holy Jebus! What the hell is going on with America? Has big corporation become so fucking greedy that they can't even splurge on the pittance that American telemarketers make to keep jobs over here? Greedy, scumbag pieces of shit! Hitler is waiting for you people in hell!

Friday, May 25, 2007

Happy Memorial Day

To my fellow veterans and to all those currently serving. A Memorial Day greeting to you all. I'd like to reprint a poem below by Theodore O'Hara titled "The Bivouac of the Dead."



The muffled drum's sad roll has beat


The soldier's last tattoo'


No more on life's parade shall meet


That brave and fallen few;


On Fame's eternal camping ground


Their silent tents are spread;


But Glory guards with solemn round


The bivouac of the dead.




God Bless you all.

R.I.P. ,my old shipmate, Kyle Peterson who has been sleeping beneath the waves these past 18 years.




Stupid Drivers (again)

Not much to say except I watched 4 cars blow through 4 different lights out on the road this morning. WTF people? I swear to Christ, and you can print this and present it at my trial, if someone broadsides me because they ran a red light I will murder them.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

PAY ATTENTION while you're driving



Don't you hate it when you're behind an ignorant asshole who can't seem to pay attention to his/her driving? This seems to happen more often than not. Today's retard was some old bastard who sat at a green light while the cars in front of him drove on. He snapped out of it just in time to make the red light. I don't like using the horn so I screamed out the window instead "PAY ATTENTION!" The light changes and he drives and then he slows down for no reason. Then he brakes. Then he drives. Finally he finds the street he wants and almost comes to a complete stop before making the right turn. I should have thrown a handful of bolts at him as I drove past. Why are old antique people driving still? I one time saw an old bag cruise right through a red light. She was going slow enough where you can see she was oblivious to it. Just a wrinkled old dinosaur without a clue in the world. Thank Christ nobody got hurt. Stupid bag of dust. Just have renal failure and die already before you kill someone.

Monday, May 21, 2007

The Pot Calling the Kettle Black

In my opinion, I think former president Carter may be smoking peanuts instead of growing them. Whether you like Bush or hate him you have to admit that it is pretty nutty (no pun intended) for Jimmy Carter to call Bush's international relations the worst in history. This is the guy who got nothing accomplished while our people were hostages in Iran. He's just jumping on the Bush-bashing bandwagon and trying to reflect the waning sunlight of the public eye before his star burns out in the night sky. Go back to building houses. It's the one great thing you did.



Sunday, May 20, 2007

Stupid, Dangerous Road Hogs



My street intersects with a narrow, curvy road with plenty of blind spots. This road, as short as it is, has had its share of accidents and even a death. You would think it would be the last place to find bicyclists. You would be wrong. We've got bicyclists, dog walkers and joggers who think nothing of putting their lives at risk by taking up residence in the road with traffic. I've been on other similar dangerous roads around here and inevitably there would be one of these people in the way. The piss poor thing of it all is that there is a park about 8 minutes away that has a bike path through the woods. People jog and walk and take their dogs there. Intelligent bicyclists can be found there as well. I don't know why these assholes insist on using these types of roads. I'm often stuck behind this archaic mode of transportation, crawling along, waiting for an opportunity to pass them. One day someone is going to get creamed and they will cry out against the car. Get it together you spandex wearing future roadkill! Be safe, stay off these roads! (shaking my fist - "Stay off these roads!")

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Big Mouths, Story Tellers and Liars

What's the deal with the three types of people mentioned in the subject line? Sometimes I come across a real 'winner' who possesses all of these traits. Big mouths just can't keep their yaps shut. They hear some juicy gossip and feel compelled to spread it around. What is their reward for this? Do people praise them for delivering such wonderful tidbits of personal information? If they're lucky, people will forget who said what. Otherwise they will end up a very uninformed and lonely individual.

Story tellers are also liars but liars are not necessarily story tellers. For example, if you deny breaking something, you are a liar. A story teller, however, will come up with some elaborate bullshit to explain away the item that is broken. I think story tellers are worse than liars because I think liars are just out to protect their interest. Story tellers insult your intelligence with the shit that comes out of their mouth. More often than not, story tellers are lonely, boring people. They make up shit to enhance their pathetic existence. Just save us all some trouble and jump off a bridge. At least the end of your life would be interesting.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Standing in Line

I hate standing in line. Unfortunately, it's something I can't avoid. Fine I can accept lines. What I can't accept is the retard that pops up once in a while and decides to stand next to you instead of behind you. What the fuck are these people doing? Is the activity at the post office counter, or wherever, so exciting that they don't want to miss at thing? Perhaps they have a seeing malady and think they are behind me. It makes me uncomfortable. Get the hell behind me you jackass? Are you jockeying to slip in front of me if I look away? That's not gonna happen. Then what is it? Why can't you just get behind me. I promise, I won't fart on you...much. That brings me to another thing. It's standing IN line not standing ON line. I haven't physically stood ON line since I was in the military. So, unless there is an actual painted line on the floor that you are standing on, then you are standing IN line. And while you are standing IN line...stay the fuck behind me!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

The Sky Is Falling!



Scientists Offer Frightening Forecast


That is the headline I just read that topped off a story on the horrors of what environmental disasters we can expect in the future. The keyword of the story, of course, was global warming. I'm sorry, this type of article is fucking awful. It will send people into a panic. Why are we listening to these idiots? Furiousitron 5000 put it best when he said (sic) "Why are we putting our faith in people who are predicting global catastrophe in 10+ years when forecasters can't even get correctly predict an accurate 3-day forecast?"


I agree. And I don't care what your stance on global warming is. I think it's bullshit. Furthermore, I don't care. And yes, it's that kind of attitude that can get us in trouble. Ha ha, who cares? Secondly, who the hell do we think we are assuming we can destroy the earth? We might destroy ourselves...but the earth will continue onward without us. Now, I have to go and dump some motor oil in a nearby creek. LOL.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Inept Postal Employees

Now I'm not going to trash all postal employees, I like more than a few of them. However, there's this one black cow that really has some issues. I don't know what is going on in her head but I asked her three different questions and she gave the same reply to each "I ain't gonna lie to you." What kind of answer is that? I would have been better served if she had simply told me to go fuck myself. Today I found out that my missing parcel was 'probably not scanned in at the Philadelphia Post Office.' Not scanned in? Isn't that what I paid for; delivery confirmation? How can you not scan something in that has already been scanned into the system at one end? Is it laziness? So now I'm fucked because the package is lost and I'm going to have to pay for it. Good going postal jerks. For God's sake people, I've said it before, if you don't like your job, find another. Don't hang around lousing things up for everyone around you and everything you touch!

Left Turn Loser


Hey jerkoff! I'm talking to you, Mr.Can't-Wait-To-Make-A-Left-In-Front-Of-You. What's you're problem? You couldn't wait the three seconds it would have taken for me to drive past you and then make your turn? Are you fucking that bad of a driver or are you just retarded? Next time I'm not going to hit my brakes, fuck it. I have airbags. You'll be dead, though.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Drive Thru - 1 Burger, a shake and your greencard!



So I cruise through the drive-thru this morning to get some McD's coffee. You know, it's hard enough to understand these people through those horrible speakers but this particular place was staffed with some sort of Hispanic. Far be it for me to deny anybody employment but when you are dealing and speaking directly with the public I would think you need to have the capacity to clearly speak English. I had no idea what this broad was asking. I asked her to repeat herself three times to no avail. I finally replied "no" to whatever the hell she was asking. Naturally, my coffee came out wrong. Is it too much to ask that people in a customer service position be able to handle the English language without butchering it like Andrei Chikatilo and one of his victims? I went to Burger King one time and the woman behind the counter had open sores on her skin and enough hair on her arms to make a cryptozoologist look twice. Let's tweak our screening process Mr. Fast Food Chain Manager. Is it that hard to get 'norms' to work there? That is all.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Customer With Child Parking


What is the deal with this crap? Why should someone with a child get special parking privileges? I don't get it. If the kid is real small, they get tossed in a stroller and wheeled to the door, so that can't be it. If the kid is old enough to walk than there's not an issue there, so what is it? Are they playing the danger card in that the closer to the door a child is, the less chance they have of getting run over? Well, damn it, now I'm aiming for them! It just burns me up when we start dishing out benefits to people who don't deserve it. Why should I be ushered to the back, like a 1950's colored woman on a bus, just because I don't have a kid? The only sign I would accept for parking, besides handicapped is maybe a Pregnant Woman Parking. But they have to add: Must be showing! Hmmm, and maybe some extra wide parking for senior citizens. Those skeletons can't drive or park. LOL!




Friday, April 6, 2007

Nutty Filipinos Mimic Christ



What's the deal with Filipinos reenacting the passion of Christ? I mean, if they are true Christians, then they know that Jesus did this for a specific reason, and he agonized in the garden over the events he would eventually go through. They should be praising him, not getting nails driven thru their hands. What's the point? Do they really think Jesus is clasping his hands under his chin and thinking 'How wonderful?" I think he is massaging his nail holes and shaking his head at such a ridiculous spectacle. This is borderline idolatry and definite lunacy. Although this doesn't really grind my gears, it's causing them to smoke a little trying to figure out why grown people would want to mutilate themselves like this.

Apologies Apologies

Hehe, Kramer.

So I'm watching NBC News at 5:16 AM which is right now when I see a story about Don Imus from the radio show Imus in the morning. Apparently he was trying to be funny and was talking about the Rutgers U girls basketball team, and he said something like "They're rough, they've got lots of tattoos, they are some nappy-headed ho's." Now lots of people are pretty pissed off, which I suppose is understandable. Then I saw a poll on NBC news asking should he be reprimanded Yes or No, etc, etc. That is what reminded me how much I hate when someone like Mel Gibson, Michael Richards, that black guy from Grey's Anatomy and others say something some people may find distasteful and therefore either have to apologize, go into anger management classes, rehab, or otherwise. This bugs me more than anything you could possibly imagine, and why is that do you ask? Because it seems that the only people who ever have to apologize are those who offend a special interest group or minority group in this country.


You see, apparently the only people who really have freedom of speech in this country are anyone who is not a member of any kind of majority. If you're white and conservative, you pretty much can't open your mouth. It bugs me that people have to apologize all the time, I mean you do have freedom of speech in this country or at least you are supposed to have. The way I always understood it when I was a kid is that you could pretty much do and say whatever you wanted to as long as you stopped short of taking away someone else's civil rights. That was it, you didn't worry about hurting feelings, you didn't worry about any of that shit because you were allowed to. And these stupid people who scream for apologies are the same ones saying that the President is Big Brother, and they don't even realize that it's this sort of political correctness that is bringing about 1984 in a big way. One of the biggest things in 1984 was double think, meaning that you have to think twice before you say anything for fear you will offend big brother or others pretty much. I don't know how to go on here, I just get pissed off when people scream for apologies and I think I get even more pissed off when the other people give them. If I were to get famous I would try and scream lots of racial and offending epithets until I was no longer famous. It just grinds my gears. Don't be a pussy. You said something, so fucking what, no big deal.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Shut the Fuck up!



I see this car sitting outside a house today. It's sitting there for a little while and then she starts laying on the horn. Honk, honk, honk....ARGGHH. It's a beautiful day, get the fuck out of your car and knock on the door you lazy shit! Cripes! Instead you sit on your ass and disturb the whole neighborhood with your obnoxious blasts. I hate lazy shits like that!

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Cheap Shitty Beer

I hate real cheap beer. I can't stand beer like Natural Ice, Hurricane, Colt 45 or any of the other cases that cost under 13 dollars. I don't know what the jerkoffs put in this shit at the breweries, but I swear if it's hops, barley, and water, then the water must be polluted, the hops must be rotten, and the barley must actually be cyanide. The stuff is terrible! You drink it, and first it tastes bad, and that's pretty bad, but okay fine, you deal with that, you suck down 5 or 6 of them and you're starting to get buzzed so the taste improves. It's still bad, but you just don't give a shit anymore. But then what happens? You wake up the next day with your head full of little motherfuckers pouding on the inside and the outside of it with hammers. Because you've just ingested probably about 10 beers worth (I say 10 beers, because if you're buying shitty beer like that you're not doing it to enjoy one or two with dinner, you're out to get hammered) of the shittiest ingredients on god's green earth. You're practically poisoning yourself, and why? Why does the beer company have to use the absolute worst ingredients they can find? It has to be possible for them to find decent materials and still charge the same price, thereby still being able to turn a profit. That's why I'm done with all of that crap, from now on the worst beer I'll drink, and even this would be a rarity would be Budweiser. After all: Das Leben Ist Zu Kurz Um Sheiss Bier Zu Trinken.

The Ohio Buckeyes

I get real pissed off as I did last night when I see a better team lose to a worse team in any sport. There should be no such thing. I'm settling down to watch a nice sports game knowing that my team is the better one, so I've got a few beers, some snacks maybe, and I watch the game. When all of a sudden little junior baby sonofabitch point guard can't make the plays he's supposed to, the assholes on the rest of the team are missing almost every shot they take and I'm dangerously close to just putting some porn on and watching some big titties flopping around because sports just got gay.

If you're the better team, win the god damn game. That's your job, it's not hard, I expect a win, I should damn well get a win! I mean what would have happened if instead of attacking Trenton, NJ on Christmas 1776 and winning like he was supposed to, George Washington left all of his weapons, half his troops, and went over to attack the Hessians/English with his dick in his hands? I'll tell you what would have happened, we'd be stuck here eating fucking fish and chips and still be completely oblivious to the wonders of modern dentistry because we'd have Prince William here pushing us around. Is that what you want Ohio State, you want the king of England to just come into your house and start poking you in the chest, going through your fridge and eating the last of your cookie dough ice cream? No, of course you don't, so win the fucking game like you're supposed to next time, or the Conshequenshes will be dire.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Possibly the Biggest Monkey Wrench in My Life Gears.

Niggers.

[edit] Alright, originally just posted for comedic aspects, I'd just thought I'd expand a bit. It's not necessarily black people alone, but it's the particular blacks who act like animals all the time. They're rude, loud, obnoxious, arrogant, lazy, and irritating. They have no regard for other people's peace of mind, or even wholeness of body seeing as they raise the murder rate in Philly and other cities to absurd amounts. They grind my gears. So very very much.

Office Worker Nonsense Emails

I can't stand when jerkoffs in an office setting do the stupidest shit. You get an email that's about 5 pages long and if you scroll down and read from the bottom up the emails will read like this with each of these emails being from another sender:

Email 1: John, there's a problem with invoice 13-a, we're about 300 dollars over our cost budget. Steve.
Email 2: George, FYI and appropriate action. John. CC: Bill
Email 3: George and John, there should be some action taken here. Bill. CC: Bob
Email 4: George, John, Bill, see emails below, I'd like to have a meeting to discuss a candid and appropriate response and pro-active movement on the subject matter listed. Bob.
Email that should be sent, but never is, we'll call it 5: Bob, George, John, Bill, can you please get your fucking act together, all I needed was a signature and you guys are here pussyfooting around jerking each other off, writing nonsense emails and blind or regular carbon copying any number of different vice-presidents in the company so that they can see that you know how to answer emails in an appropriately bureaucratic way, saying absolutely nothing in no less than 20 words. Dicks. Just sign the fucking paper.

You see, it is this type of shit that really grinds my gears. Unfortunately noone ever writes those emails that really need to be written to put those arrogant, sniveling, yes-men, "who moved my cheese" reading motherfuckers in their god damned place. Just fucking sign the paper asshole! This doesn't require meetings, it doesn't require phone calls, it requires nothing at all, no higherups need to be notified on some silly paperwork mishap. Just fucking sign it you pretentious fucks!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Rare, Old Retards on Ebay

This grinds my gears... I hate when I'm surfing around on ebay and you see catch words in auction titles like 'old' and 'rare' or 'vintage' only to find that the idiot listing the item has absolutely no clue what the hell he or she is selling. And I'm not talking about the honest-to-God have no clue people, I'm talking about the people who use these terms and then admit they have no idea what it is. So, I ask, how do you know it's either old or rare if you don't know what it is? I saw one stupid auction where the seller used the term 'medieval' in their title. I read the description and, I kid you not, they claim that this particular item is anywhere from the year 800ad to the 1900's. Hey, with an 1100 year window, they can't be wrong, right? The other beautiful thing about that particular auction that not only used the word 'medieval' but rare and old, is that the starting price, with no reserve, was .99 cents. Wow, you must think highly of your rare, old, medieval piece of shit.

I just got done looking at yet another retard's auction. (Yeah, I'm using the word 'retard' get over it!) The title reads: "Rare, Very Old Unknown Patch - Army? Sports? Coat?" Well if it's unknown, how do you know it's rare? Hell, you're not even sure what category to put it under but you claim it's rare. The title should have been "Unknown Piece of Shit Patch - You decide".

Think, people....think before you list an auction.

I had to email a lady one time because she used the words "Rare Marine Corps WW2 Dress Blues". I just couldn't stand it any longer. I told her that first of all, a WW2 Marine Corps Dress Blues is not rare. Second of all, her item was not from WW2 and I explained in a nice way why it wasn't a WW2 tunic. She accepted my explanation and told me "...that's what the guy who sold it to me said it was." And this brings me to my next gear grinder about ebay...

You have all these flea market commandos, and yard sale mutants cruising around and buying up everything under the sun with visions of making a fortune on ebay. Hey, morons, here's a bit of advice. Specialize in one or two things. Learn about the items you want to buy and sell and then pursue it. Don't go nuts buying everything and knowing nothing. You will get burned!

At a live auction over in West Chester, PA. I got in a bidding war with these two nutty broads over some WW2 uniforms. I won the auction and as I was leaving they approached me and asked, "Are those civil war uniforms?" My head almost exploded. I was very nice and simply replied no when I felt like saying, "You stupid bitches! You don't even know what the hell you were bidding on yet you felt compelled to bid up my price in the process?" I felt like whipping them with the belt off my trousers.

In conclusion to this long-winded post. If you don't know what it is, don't buy it. If you don't know what it is, don't bullshit the public, state so and sell it as such. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. But more often, if you do a little research you'll come out on top.

In the meantime, I have a rare, old, medieval, vintage DVD player I have to list. LOL!



Women Drivers and Cell Phones



Okay, it seems that whenever I was in the car and noticed someone using a cell phone, most times that person was a woman. So I decided to take a tally of who uses their cell phones most while driving. I only counted people who had a phone up to their ear. I did not count hands free phone usage and I did not count anyone who was using a phone in a work vehicle. I counted until I reached around 50, one gender or the other.


The results: Women - 54, Men - 17. I don't think anyone is surprised.


I've always maintained that when the announcement of the invention of the cell phone came out you could hear the collective popping of ladies nipples all across the globe. They love their phones. LOL!


Before you argue with me on the results, I offer that you do your own tally and you will see for yourself.

"Uh, can I call you back, I seem to have a steering column embedded in my chest"

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Ticks 2


Kinda remind me of a part of our human race.

Smelly Dogs



Sigh! Why do dogs find the smelliest thing they can find and then roll around in it? My two dogs found some kind of fresh puddle of animal shit and decided to go for a roll in it. So at 1:00am I had to scrub them down with plenty of soap and profanity.

"You must first dial a one..."



This one is really pissing me off and I'm sure it has happened to every one of us. I get a call from a different area code. The number is stored on my phone so when I call back all I have to do is press redial. Wonderful invention that redial, it saves my dialing finger 4 valuable seconds. Then it happens, that creepy robot whore comes on and announces that you must first dial a one to complete the call. Well if you know that I must dial a 1 then why don't you just dial it for me you stupid phone bitch! Two things need to happen. Either dial the fucking 1 for me or store the fucking 1 in the phone's memory log. Let's get it together phone people, it's the 21st century for crying out loud. Ma Bell is rolling over in her grave. And yes, I know that eventually some day we may need to start dialing a 2 in front of the number but that day is not here yet. DIAL THE ONE FOR US you cyborg freak....DIAL IT FOR US!!!!!

Stupid Useless Ticks



What the hell is the purpose of a tick? Stupid tiny, bloodsucking freak of the insect world. I can accept that the filthy housefly has a purpose but these disease-bearing parasites do nothing for the world. They are small, sneaky bugs that can swell up, almost to the size, of a grape after sucking on your blood or the blood of a pet. I've tried drowning these things, running them through the washer and dryer to no avail. Only fire kills these things. Anyway, I thought I'd vent since the weather is finally warmer and these creatures will be making an appearance in the woods near you. Death to ticks! Huzzah!

Stupid Wawa Coffee


I am so sick of friggin' Wawa coffee. Unfortunately I have to get it every morning because there isn't a dunkin donuts or starbucks anywhere near me that might actually have a decent cup of joe. What I'm really sick of and what makes the coffee so bad is that I constantly see them mixing coffee together, the old pots mixed together when they need a pot to make new, so that what you have is a lot of pots that look full as though they are brand new but no, they're actually a mixture of hours old sludge from god knows how long ago. I mean you figure if they're following the idea that they should mix the old and the new coffee, you don't know when they're washing the pots out, you might be drinking coffee from an hour ago, last night, last week, you just don't know, but one thing you do know as soon as you taste it is that it is Grade F Sludge.

This just boggles my mind that a place like Wawa even has to do this, one of the staples of the bigger convenience stores such as 7/11, Wawa, etc, is coffee, this is the product that they sell the most of, and if it isn't then it is the reason many people come in and then by something else in addition to it. How dare they serve shitty coffee! I'm up at 5:45 AM to go to work and all I want is, if it's not at least fresh coffee right from the maker, then no more than an hour or so old, even that I'd be okay with. But this mixing nonsense has to stop. It should be a company wide policy that they do not mix the coffee, because you figure with the amount of coffee Wawa sells, they must buy it from distributors in unbelievably huge amounts, and it literally can't cost more than 15-20 cents per cup for coffee, cup, lid, creamer, sugar and stirrer. You're telling me you can't shave a couple bucks off the end profit margin to ensure that your customers are getting the best possible product, leaving the store with the intention of coming back. While I admit that I come back anyway, it is because again there is nothing near me and I do not have a car, but day one that I have a car will be the absolute last day I ever let Wawa's coffee sludge pass through my lips. Shitty coffee, old coffee, god damn that really grinds my fucking gears.

Monday, March 26, 2007

SHUT THE FUCK UP ON THE BUS!


I get so furious when I'm on riding the bus and stupid black teenagers get on the god damned bus coming from any one of 3 or 4 high schools that the route passes through. First, if they are from Sol Agricultural School, they are the loudest, most obnoxious and irritating group of black people that I have ever seen in my entire life. They get on the bus, there are dozens of them and the bus gets so overly crowded. Then you have these fucking niggers (yes I said niggers, because when they act the way these animals do, completely ignorant of anyone else's personal space or fucking eardrums there is no other word for it) yelling and screaming to each other from the back of the bus to the front of the bus. Then you see the way they act with each other, they're constantly sitting on each other's laps, they have slapfights with each other, something so strange, you always notice black people having slapfights with each other, must be a territorial jungle thing, having not been domesticated for very long quite yet. You also continuously see black males pushing and shoving or even like lightly slapping the females, somehow annoying them in some way, which to me it seems like they show their "affection" towards women the same way that a 3rd grader would. Well done there.

What's possibly worse than the black teenagers are the white teenagers, mostly girls, who act just like their nigger counterparts, this annoys me to no end. Your parents don't speak or act that way at home, why would you change yourself to closely resemble black people who can barely speak english and act like animals, and who within a few years will probably help to keep philadelphia's murder rate at it's highest levels. You're foolish, you'll get nowhere in life acting like that. Then there are ones who block the back door when people are trying to get out and make no effort to move out of your way when you're going by even when there are a number of empty seats on the bus they continue to block the door, sometimes causing normal people to miss their stop. This is completely unacceptable, get the fuck out of the way you ignorant fucking asshole!

I could go on and on about how these idiots act while they're on the bus, sometimes I start yelling at them to shut the fuck up, sometimes when they block me from getting out the door I just move full speed ahead sometimes knocking them off the bus, because I get so god damned fed up with their nonsense. I can't really go much further here without my head exploding so I'm going to stop. I'll just say that these fucking loonatics who act like animals on the bus (and I'm assuming at home and everywhere they go) really grind my fucking gears.

Friday, March 23, 2007

The Simpsons


The creators of the Simpsons have gotten a bit preachy in their stance against Bush and the war in Iraq. I watch shows like the Simpsons to be entertained not to be lectured. I can hear political bullshit everywhere else. Hell, there was a guy with an Impeach Cheney sandwich board standing outside the post office today. I liked the Simpsons when it was pure nonsense. It made me laugh out loud. Now I just get disgusted whenever the writers feel they need to make a political statement. It has gotten so bad that I don't watch any of the new ones anymore. I'm hoping that they will go back to the way they used to be and that someone will tell me when that happens so I can continue watching again. On a more selfish note, if they decide to kill off annoying Marge and meddlesome Lisa, then that would be a bonus. In the meanwhile, I'm watching Family Guy.

Stupid, Ignorant Parents and Their Kids

Every fucking day, twice a day, a circus is formed at the end of my street where it intersects a school bus route. This circus is filled with screaming kids, dogs, bikes, skateboards and parents. The street is very narrow and God forbid if anyone tries to drive out of it during the two times a day that the bus picks up and drops off these kids. I have no problem with where this is taking place or when. My problem is the irresponsibility of the parents in letting their kids zip in between the cars and out into the street while waiting for these buses. I have had the unfortunate experience of trying to drive out of my street during these times of the day, which I usually try and avoid. The car has to crawl as I have had kids dash out right in front of me with their parents busy jacking their jaws with each other. I've also had parents stand right in the only passible part of the street. They turn and look at me and keep talking. GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY YOU IGNORANT ASSHOLES! The situation is ridiculous. My friend is a cop and he shakes his head at the situation the few times he had to push through it. They sometimes even double park so that no car and pass through. And don't try and tell me that they are doing this to protect the children and cause cars to slow down. If they cared so much about the children they would keep them on a short leash and not tear it up as if they were whacked on coke. I mean seriously. The kids are going to school not a party. There is no need for bikes, skateboards and dogs to be running around while waiting for the bus. Look, I might sound like a miserable prick on this subject but the bottom line is I don't want to see a kid run over. A parent maybe, but not a kid.

Back in my day you walked alone to the bus. If your mother showed up with you the kids would throw stones and empty soda cans at you. You waited for the bus for 5 hours and when one came it only had three wheels and the smoke from the exhaust dry rotted your brain. All right, I made those last parts up. LOL!