Someone has gone all out psycho for the last three nights in a row.
Apparently waiting for Super Tuesday.
Sleeping all day with delusions of Grandeur,
Love me now, cuddle me, play with me until I kick you to the curb or my tongue hangs out because you paid attention to me, give me everything you have.
In the mean time, you forcibly took me to a doctor against my will to have hypodermic needles stuck in my tender places and had my reproductive organs surgically removed,without my permission, I can never have children of multi ethnic heritage, especially ones that could possibly be black, brown, Calico or that really strange tabby thing from around the block either.
I Love You!
Good Lord, My cat is a fucking Republican.
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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Two Down
Who do I have to thank for this unexpected turn of events?
First, Pat Buchanan got thrown under the bus and now little missy Bristol Palin can't take the heat of the scoundrels in Hollywood and Bailed out back to Alaska to take a job as a receptionist at a Dermatologists office.
Really.
What happened to those lucrative thirty thousand dollar a pop speaking gigs?
The glitz, the fame and fortune?
Give that all up to be a reception desk jockey?
Oh, it's all about the kid say's she.
Of course, Levi is still persuing his dream job, doing jack shit, avoiding her at all costs and not paying a dime in child support.
It's hard for me to feel sorry for the little twit, it's not like her mom, Caribou Barbie, didn't rake in twelve million bucks a couple of years ago.
I don't see any food stamp applications coming from her any time soon.
I am just tickled to my core that there is one more publicity whore off the market,literally. Especially when it has anything to do with the ultimate Grifter from the Republican party.
It has been exceptionally nice and quiet when it comes to the Wench from Wasilla.
Apparently she got the message that she doesn't have a snowballs chance in the still warm rectum of a reindeer's ass that she just shot out of a helicopter that she will ever, ever,
hold high office in this country, ever again.
Two down, now for Meghan McCain to go the fuck away.
First, Pat Buchanan got thrown under the bus and now little missy Bristol Palin can't take the heat of the scoundrels in Hollywood and Bailed out back to Alaska to take a job as a receptionist at a Dermatologists office.
Really.
What happened to those lucrative thirty thousand dollar a pop speaking gigs?
The glitz, the fame and fortune?
Give that all up to be a reception desk jockey?
Oh, it's all about the kid say's she.
Of course, Levi is still persuing his dream job, doing jack shit, avoiding her at all costs and not paying a dime in child support.
It's hard for me to feel sorry for the little twit, it's not like her mom, Caribou Barbie, didn't rake in twelve million bucks a couple of years ago.
I don't see any food stamp applications coming from her any time soon.
I am just tickled to my core that there is one more publicity whore off the market,literally. Especially when it has anything to do with the ultimate Grifter from the Republican party.
It has been exceptionally nice and quiet when it comes to the Wench from Wasilla.
Apparently she got the message that she doesn't have a snowballs chance in the still warm rectum of a reindeer's ass that she just shot out of a helicopter that she will ever, ever,
hold high office in this country, ever again.
Two down, now for Meghan McCain to go the fuck away.
Monday, January 09, 2012
Good Riddance, You Racist MotherFucker And Stay Gone.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Tarsjay Strikes Again.
This is a bit inconceivable but apparently true.
Target, the giant fucking big box store, told a teacher, who's students raise money and go buy stuff for a Crisis nursery, fer chrissakes, that they can't come and spend up to two thousand dollars without two weeks notice because of scheduling issues for the tellers, I shit. You. Not.
They can't handle twenty five extra customers all at once.
I have been in one and they are huge.
A snippet from the teachers recollection of her conversation with some complete fucking bitch at Target that she posted on Facebook,
My emphasis because that makes this so much more ridiculous it went off the chart, they aren't even using cash.
Fuuuck you Target, you just shit the bed in my opinion.
Talk about some bad PR, this went national.
I never liked 'em anyway, if you pay cash for something and want to return it, they won't give your money back, they make ya choke on a motherfucking gift card.
Another Fuck You in my book.
I have heard of some dumb shit but these kids have been doing this for five years now and they even got a heads up letter.
My question is ,
who in the fuck who has ever had an ounce of management experience couldn't accommodate these kids?
Ya lazy wench, get your lazy fucking ass behind the fucking cash register yer own self for fucks sake!
Some people just amaze me with their unwillingness to step up to the plate, ESPECIALLY, when it is for charity.
Being Christmas time, babies are involved and little kids have gone out of their way to help them?
Three strikes, you are out.
You can tell Target to kiss my fucking ass and I drive by one of those motherfuckers going and coming to work every fucking day and I can tell you something you can take to the bank, I will never darken their doorsteps again, as if I was going to anyway.
If you would like, you can drop a dime on 'em and tell them just how much you love what they do for the community.
1-800-591-3869
H/T
Target, the giant fucking big box store, told a teacher, who's students raise money and go buy stuff for a Crisis nursery, fer chrissakes, that they can't come and spend up to two thousand dollars without two weeks notice because of scheduling issues for the tellers, I shit. You. Not.
They can't handle twenty five extra customers all at once.
I have been in one and they are huge.
A snippet from the teachers recollection of her conversation with some complete fucking bitch at Target that she posted on Facebook,
"Well, you can't come in. The schedule is made and I just don't have the cashiers. I need at least two weeks' notice. Sorry," Shelly said, curtly.
"We usually spend over $2000... Would you prefer we head over to Wal-Mart?"
"Hold on." When Shelly returned to the phone, I was told, "Nope. Sorry. We can't accommodate you."
I told her, "It has never been a problem in the past, and we have never given two weeks' notice before."
"Well, actually, it has been a problem, ma'am, because we can't check other guests out when you're here." She replied, with a definite tone rising in her voice.
"So, we can't spend our money there on Friday?"
"No."
"Okaaayy...I suppose we will go somewhere else then. Thank you," and I hung up.
In her letter, the teacher explains that her students don't all rush into the store and go nutso on the shelves. Instead, they do their shopping in groups of four. They also show up at the store at the non-peak time of 8:45 a.m. and are usually done and gone by 11 a.m.
Additionally, the group has a purchase order charge account with Target so as to make the entire buying process easier.
My emphasis because that makes this so much more ridiculous it went off the chart, they aren't even using cash.
Fuuuck you Target, you just shit the bed in my opinion.
Talk about some bad PR, this went national.
I never liked 'em anyway, if you pay cash for something and want to return it, they won't give your money back, they make ya choke on a motherfucking gift card.
Another Fuck You in my book.
I have heard of some dumb shit but these kids have been doing this for five years now and they even got a heads up letter.
My question is ,
who in the fuck who has ever had an ounce of management experience couldn't accommodate these kids?
Ya lazy wench, get your lazy fucking ass behind the fucking cash register yer own self for fucks sake!
Some people just amaze me with their unwillingness to step up to the plate, ESPECIALLY, when it is for charity.
Being Christmas time, babies are involved and little kids have gone out of their way to help them?
Three strikes, you are out.
You can tell Target to kiss my fucking ass and I drive by one of those motherfuckers going and coming to work every fucking day and I can tell you something you can take to the bank, I will never darken their doorsteps again, as if I was going to anyway.
If you would like, you can drop a dime on 'em and tell them just how much you love what they do for the community.
1-800-591-3869
H/T
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Fuck You Very Much
Someone can kiss my fucking ass;
Btw, that is a link to the Sedition Act.
Lick my fucking balls again.
That is the act of some pussy motherfuckers afraid their nasty shit would actually get exposed.
The same kind of shit that brought us the Patriot Act.
Some pussy motherfuckers trying to hide their illegal shit behind a bullshit law with the full cooperation of the United States Fucking Senate.
So now they are pulling this Sedition Act Bullshit out of their fucking asses and trying to scare people.
Fuck You.
No, I am serious. Fuck You.
Oh my God, not even read them?
You do realize, they can track that shit, right?
Apparently not. As much as they brag about their electronic sneaky fucking prowess, it seems they are not as omniscient as they would like you to believe.
Trying to scare everyone just for reading what is by our our right, that has to be leaked instead of what by rights should have already been public information?Once again, Fuck You.
Worse yet, threatening our whole population with imprisonment for doing so?
Who the fuck, do you think you are?"
Seriously?
You know where I am.
Dear Americans: If you are not "authorized" personnel, but you have read, written about, commented upon, tweeted, spread links by "liking" on Facebook, shared by email, or otherwise discussed "classified" information disclosed from WikiLeaks, you could be implicated for crimes under the U.S. Espionage Act -- or so warns a legal expert who said the U.S. Espionage Act could make "felons of us all."Lick, my fucking balls.
As the U.S. Justice Department works on a legal case against WikiLeak's Julian Assange for his role in helping publish 250,000 classified U.S. diplomatic cables, authorities are leaning toward charging Assange with spying under the Espionage Act of 1917. Legal experts warn that if there is an indictment under the Espionage Act, then any citizen who has discussed or accessed "classified" information can be arrested on "national security" grounds.
Btw, that is a link to the Sedition Act.
Lick my fucking balls again.
That is the act of some pussy motherfuckers afraid their nasty shit would actually get exposed.
The same kind of shit that brought us the Patriot Act.
Some pussy motherfuckers trying to hide their illegal shit behind a bullshit law with the full cooperation of the United States Fucking Senate.
So now they are pulling this Sedition Act Bullshit out of their fucking asses and trying to scare people.
Fuck You.
No, I am serious. Fuck You.
This may be why the State Department has warned certain people not to read or to discuss WikiLeak content on social media -- not unless they wished to be considered a security risk. CNN reported that "unauthorized federal workers and contractors have been warned not to attempt to read the classified documents on WikiLeaks." According to the recently hacked Gawker, an anonymous tip revealed that the U.S. military warned soldiers not to read "about the Wikileaks disclosures-or read coverage of them in mainstream news sites." Even students at Columbia University that might wish to be hired by the State Department were warned not to comment upon or post links to the WikiLeak cables.
Oh my God, not even read them?
You do realize, they can track that shit, right?
Apparently not. As much as they brag about their electronic sneaky fucking prowess, it seems they are not as omniscient as they would like you to believe.
Trying to scare everyone just for reading what is by our our right, that has to be leaked instead of what by rights should have already been public information?Once again, Fuck You.
Worse yet, threatening our whole population with imprisonment for doing so?
Who the fuck, do you think you are?"
Seriously?
You know where I am.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Beware, The People Of WallMart Are Now All Spies
If, for some fucking reason, you still shop at Wallmart, I pity you. I have been in a few, only because I needed one specific item and they were the only thing open.
I can only describe it as being ankle deep in shit after you dived in head first.
Do you see these people?
This is a small sampling of what you will typically see in one of these places.
Believe that shit? It's fucking true.
Do you want to know the best part?
Every one of these people has now been officially encouraged to call the Department of Homeland Security on yer ass if they think you are buying too much of one thing or another or think you look funny. That is no joke.
People like this literal shit stain have been encouraged by Janet Napolitano, head of DHS, to " Say Something If You See Something
So, if you go buy a couple bricks of .22 ammo and one of these fuckwits hasn't taken their medication that day, you could get a nasty surprise when you go to get in your car.
When are we as a people, going to quit wetting our pants every time we turn around? When is OUR FUCKING GOVERNMENT, going to quit wetting it's pants every time we turn around?
I, for one, have had quite enough of this over blown paranoia.
I have a better chance of getting hit by lightning than meeting Achmed riding his camel through the parking lot with a loaded AK47 and if I did meet Mr. Achmed, I would certainly want those bricks of .22 that I just tried to purchase at Wally World.
Get your fucking heads out of your asses and stand up for yourselves for Christ's fucking sakes and tell the government Nannies to go fuck themselves. This isn't Germany in 1932 and quit trying to make it that way.
I have better odds of getting mugged for my cell phone than being attacked by some fucking Jihadist and ya can't protect me from that, what makes you think you can protect me from Mr. Achmed?
Pull your head out of your ass and do something productive, like shipping hundreds of thousands of copies of The Sound of Music to North Korea, postage due.
This Police State shit is getting old.
H/T to Mayberry for the heads up and H/T to Funny Pictures at Wall Mart for the pics.
BTW, when I put all those labels at the bottom? That's part of the commentary, I could give a shit about the labels for files thing.
I can only describe it as being ankle deep in shit after you dived in head first.
Do you see these people?
Do you want to know the best part?
Every one of these people has now been officially encouraged to call the Department of Homeland Security on yer ass if they think you are buying too much of one thing or another or think you look funny. That is no joke.
People like this literal shit stain have been encouraged by Janet Napolitano, head of DHS, to " Say Something If You See Something
When are we as a people, going to quit wetting our pants every time we turn around? When is OUR FUCKING GOVERNMENT, going to quit wetting it's pants every time we turn around?
I, for one, have had quite enough of this over blown paranoia.
I have a better chance of getting hit by lightning than meeting Achmed riding his camel through the parking lot with a loaded AK47 and if I did meet Mr. Achmed, I would certainly want those bricks of .22 that I just tried to purchase at Wally World.
Get your fucking heads out of your asses and stand up for yourselves for Christ's fucking sakes and tell the government Nannies to go fuck themselves. This isn't Germany in 1932 and quit trying to make it that way.
I have better odds of getting mugged for my cell phone than being attacked by some fucking Jihadist and ya can't protect me from that, what makes you think you can protect me from Mr. Achmed?
Pull your head out of your ass and do something productive, like shipping hundreds of thousands of copies of The Sound of Music to North Korea, postage due.
This Police State shit is getting old.
H/T to Mayberry for the heads up and H/T to Funny Pictures at Wall Mart for the pics.
BTW, when I put all those labels at the bottom? That's part of the commentary, I could give a shit about the labels for files thing.
Monday, December 06, 2010
It's Back
What the Fuck? See that blue shit slamming into Washington state? That be me.
I got a glimpse of the weather pattern and it it is the classic, come from Wassilla by way of the Gulf of Alaska, do the counter clock wise twist and slam into the southern coast of Oregon and whistle your way up every ones ass past the Oregon coast and into the Willamette valley and straight up my fucking ass and past me to towards Seattle again. the classic cold weather storm in the Pacific North West.
A Counter Clock Wise nasty fucking cold front from Alaska that slams into the Oregon coast, where I grew up and back North again .
Oh hell yeah, we have the wind gusts again and it is going to get fucking cold again.
It ain't even winter yet and I am already freezing my as off.
Here KittyKitty.
So far,no precipitation. It is still nasty fucking shit.
So far, I have several blankets on me but I am fixing to ratchet the fucking heaters on in a second.
Cold can be subjective. Folks in Canada can either be huddled up inside or walking around in shorts, seriouisly,,
Folks in Florida can be laying around in skimpy bathing suits and ordering fruity cocktails.
Me? I am bundled up up in multiple blankets and still freezing my ass off because I am a skinny sonofabitch and it just got cold in here
Cold. The temperature has dropped twenty fucking degrees in the last two hours.
I don't give a shit what the weather man says, there is thing called Micro Climate.
I don't give a shit what the electric bill is going to be, I am turning the knob on the space heater
Friday, December 03, 2010
BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Go read it while I sit back and scratch myself inappropriately in the privacy of my own piece of heaven in a White Trash Trailer Park.
Fucking bastards.
Fucking bastards.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Some Times, Technology Can Suck My Ass.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Update To Post Below
I fucking win.
Dirty sonsabitches.
I finally got out a damn magnifying glass so I could read the little bug fucker print on the label of the USB modem to get the fucking part number so I could install the correct driver for it.
I knew VISTA was fucking me because as soon as I got done with everything a message popped up telling me that this modem was not kosher with the version of Windows I am using.
Fucking bastards, like I said, if you can read this, I fucking won this battle finally.
Dirty sonsabitches.
I finally got out a damn magnifying glass so I could read the little bug fucker print on the label of the USB modem to get the fucking part number so I could install the correct driver for it.
I knew VISTA was fucking me because as soon as I got done with everything a message popped up telling me that this modem was not kosher with the version of Windows I am using.
Fucking bastards, like I said, if you can read this, I fucking won this battle finally.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I'll Drink To That
H/T to my wonderful friend Suzanne, who just happens to have a wicked sense of humor, smooch honey.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Now It's My Turn
Ayep, five minutes before quitting time on my first day back from two weeks vacation and my boss comes in my office and without further ado, announces I am "laid off".
That's the nice way of saying you're fired, because now I can at least collect unemployment.
Good Lord, I haven't collected unemployment since the mid eighties.
I won't know where to start.
He acted like he really didn't want to let me go, I had been there ten fucking years and me and him have gone round and round hundreds of times.
The owner is in town from Texas, apparently he ain't happy about something(s).
Water under the fucking bridge now.
I can't say I am one bit surprised, I had three people tell me to watch my back shortly before I went on vacation.
Again, water under the bridge.
Anyways, he was decent enough to give me two weeks of severance pay, that should keep me afloat until the unenjoyment kicks in.
Gave me the title to the truck I was paying for that I wrecked last winter and told me not to worry about my tool boxes and shit.I can store everything indefinitely, which means as soon as I can find a place to put four fucking roll aways, engine hoist, engine stands, storage cabinets full of shit and more goddamn little drawers full of miscellaneous nuts, bolts, screws, car parts and god only knows what else, I'm gonna..
I have a LOT of fucking tools and no where to put them in a fucking Weasel Den in a fucking trailer park.
I also have a ton of other shit that they are going to miss later.
WTF, shit happens.
I'll put some at my folks and maybe some at my Uncles, who the fuck knows, I just may find another job.
As far as I recall, the initial unenjoyment claim is good for 26 weeks, that is six months.
. I may just lay around for a bit and finish a bunch of shit I have been putting off, who knows?
I have only been unemployed a little over an hour, I have some time to regroup before I jump.
I also have to do that grieving thing, I am friends with a lot of people there.
We shall see. As Mayberry says, stay tuned.
Right now, I am going to go get drunk.
Thanks fer stopping by.
That's the nice way of saying you're fired, because now I can at least collect unemployment.
Good Lord, I haven't collected unemployment since the mid eighties.
I won't know where to start.
He acted like he really didn't want to let me go, I had been there ten fucking years and me and him have gone round and round hundreds of times.
The owner is in town from Texas, apparently he ain't happy about something(s).
Water under the fucking bridge now.
I can't say I am one bit surprised, I had three people tell me to watch my back shortly before I went on vacation.
Again, water under the bridge.
Anyways, he was decent enough to give me two weeks of severance pay, that should keep me afloat until the unenjoyment kicks in.
Gave me the title to the truck I was paying for that I wrecked last winter and told me not to worry about my tool boxes and shit.I can store everything indefinitely, which means as soon as I can find a place to put four fucking roll aways, engine hoist, engine stands, storage cabinets full of shit and more goddamn little drawers full of miscellaneous nuts, bolts, screws, car parts and god only knows what else, I'm gonna..
I have a LOT of fucking tools and no where to put them in a fucking Weasel Den in a fucking trailer park.
I also have a ton of other shit that they are going to miss later.
WTF, shit happens.
I'll put some at my folks and maybe some at my Uncles, who the fuck knows, I just may find another job.
As far as I recall, the initial unenjoyment claim is good for 26 weeks, that is six months.
. I may just lay around for a bit and finish a bunch of shit I have been putting off, who knows?
I have only been unemployed a little over an hour, I have some time to regroup before I jump.
I also have to do that grieving thing, I am friends with a lot of people there.
We shall see. As Mayberry says, stay tuned.
Right now, I am going to go get drunk.
Thanks fer stopping by.
Monday, June 14, 2010
There Are Times When A Good Head Butt To The Nose Is Necessary
This would be one of those times.
If I was that kid, I would have his ass in my hand and THEN, sue him.
He needs to press charges and the dick head needs to find a job, in this economy, at a fucking McDonalds.
This is a perfect example of how the people we elect to run this country for us have us in the highest contempt and we mean nothing to them.
The only way to turn that back around is to harras the fuck out of them at every opportunity and make their lives a living hell, waiting for the next constituant to ambush their fucking ass while walking down the street.
Apparently, these fuck wads need to be reminded 24/7 who the fuck they work for and that they are accountable for their actions.
If I was that kid, I would have his ass in my hand and THEN, sue him.
He needs to press charges and the dick head needs to find a job, in this economy, at a fucking McDonalds.
This is a perfect example of how the people we elect to run this country for us have us in the highest contempt and we mean nothing to them.
The only way to turn that back around is to harras the fuck out of them at every opportunity and make their lives a living hell, waiting for the next constituant to ambush their fucking ass while walking down the street.
Apparently, these fuck wads need to be reminded 24/7 who the fuck they work for and that they are accountable for their actions.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Pogue Mahone
Yeah, I spent three hundred bucks on whiskey the other day...so what?
Bottle o' Jameson Gold Label for OB and a bottle o' Johnnie Walker Blue Label for meself.
Oh, and it WAS a big fucking boulder that I backed into. Huh...I thought the little retaining wall went all the way to the road. I was wrong, which hasn't happened since last time.
Pogue Mahone is Gaelic for kiss my ass, in case anyone was wondering.
spongebobcrackwhore
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Surprise Surprise
I stopped after work and counted the measly amount of Alms that I had in my pocket to get a forty ouncer, two fifty nine.
Got it, came home, sat down and drank the damn thing while I went about my business rolling fucking cigarettes that now cost eight fucking dollars a pack, made something to eat, scrounged up just enough to go get another beer and am told the price went up a dollar in the hour that I was at home.
Being the proud, patriotic mother fucker I am, it's nice to know I pay more in taxes every fucking day than most big corporations do, ever.
Cock suckers drop more on stationary a month than I make in a year and yet here I am getting a goddamn reaming every fucking day.
Ain't life grand here in the United States of Amerika these days?
Got it, came home, sat down and drank the damn thing while I went about my business rolling fucking cigarettes that now cost eight fucking dollars a pack, made something to eat, scrounged up just enough to go get another beer and am told the price went up a dollar in the hour that I was at home.
Being the proud, patriotic mother fucker I am, it's nice to know I pay more in taxes every fucking day than most big corporations do, ever.
Cock suckers drop more on stationary a month than I make in a year and yet here I am getting a goddamn reaming every fucking day.
Ain't life grand here in the United States of Amerika these days?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Credit Where Credit Is Due, The Tea Baggers Edition
Yeah, I am going to bite my tongue here.
It seems there is a positive side effect from these peoples antics, they are making people aware of the Constitution.
I am going to snatch a fairly large part of this article and then put up a link .
snip
OK, this is a good thing.
Most people, especially the younger generations, have no fucking clue what the Constitution, let alone the Bill of Rights or the Declaration of Independance contain.
Hell, half the idiots I have to deal with on a daily basis are basicly functionally illiterate.
Breaks are Brakes,if they even get that close.
I am all for the people of this country getting to know the foundation that this place was built on so they can find out how far away we are from there now.These are the keystones of what this fucked up country were founded on
Take the current census for example, there is one fucking question that is required by the original constitution that you are required to answer, how many people live in your domicile.
.
Now they want to know if ya own yer own place, how many fuckin' cats ya got and what race you are, how much fuckin' money ya make, what.
Fuck off, eh?
Hey, kiss my fuckin' ass.
It's none of yer fucking buisness, period.
Kiss my ass again, that you think you can somehow make it a crime to not answer one of their assinine fucking questions.
How is it any of your fucking business if I own my own home?
What, you should have a pretty good idea how many fucking people don't anymore.
There's that financial meltdown thing going on that you keep bailing out.
Yeah, the motherfuckers at the top end who started it, anyway.
I have already had two ladies try and get a hold of me to finish that census bullshit.
Ya know what? I am doing my part to keep people employed, unlike you.
They'll be back.
Now you will have to excuse me, I have to go inquire if my girlfriend is a natural citizen and if she has her papers.
Fuck this place.
It seems there is a positive side effect from these peoples antics, they are making people aware of the Constitution.
I am going to snatch a fairly large part of this article and then put up a link .
WASHINGTON, May 21 (UPI) -- The U.S. Constitution has become a popular document to read in Washington and beyond, thanks in part to the rise of the Tea Party movement, The Hill reports.
The pocket edition, which also includes the Declaration of Independence, shot up to 10th in March among top sellers at the Government Printing Office, the Washington-based publication said.
Gary Somerset, a GPO spokesman, said public sales of the pocket edition have climbed to 8,700, higher than normal, since September 2009.
But the public sales numbers are dwarfed by the distribution of some 441,000 copies printed for House members and 100,000 for senators. Constituents can ask for free copies from their members of Congress or buy copies at $2.75 apiece.
"Many members have lately experienced a large increase in constituent requests for the Pocket Constitution....
snip
OK, this is a good thing.
Most people, especially the younger generations, have no fucking clue what the Constitution, let alone the Bill of Rights or the Declaration of Independance contain.
Hell, half the idiots I have to deal with on a daily basis are basicly functionally illiterate.
Breaks are Brakes,if they even get that close.
I am all for the people of this country getting to know the foundation that this place was built on so they can find out how far away we are from there now.These are the keystones of what this fucked up country were founded on
Take the current census for example, there is one fucking question that is required by the original constitution that you are required to answer, how many people live in your domicile.
.
Now they want to know if ya own yer own place, how many fuckin' cats ya got and what race you are, how much fuckin' money ya make, what.
Fuck off, eh?
Hey, kiss my fuckin' ass.
It's none of yer fucking buisness, period.
Kiss my ass again, that you think you can somehow make it a crime to not answer one of their assinine fucking questions.
How is it any of your fucking business if I own my own home?
What, you should have a pretty good idea how many fucking people don't anymore.
There's that financial meltdown thing going on that you keep bailing out.
Yeah, the motherfuckers at the top end who started it, anyway.
I have already had two ladies try and get a hold of me to finish that census bullshit.
Ya know what? I am doing my part to keep people employed, unlike you.
They'll be back.
Now you will have to excuse me, I have to go inquire if my girlfriend is a natural citizen and if she has her papers.
Fuck this place.
Friday, April 02, 2010
Random Ranting
Because I have nothing better to do at the moment here's a list of a few people that I hope get run over by a bus sometime in the near future. Or a dump truck. Or better yet a steam roller with big fucking six inch spikes on it.
Dick Cheney. This cocksucking bastard is the single most dangerous man ever to hold a position of power in the US government. As far back as the Nixon administration he is on record as wanting to increase the power of the Executive Branch (which he conveniently claimed not to be PART OF as Vice President) to such an extent that it would basically turn the President into the King. The man wiped his ass with the Constitution. Fuck you. I think his mom had a premonition when she named him Dick. Rot in hell, you treasonous motherfucker.
Bono. Take off the rose colored glasses and stop whining about Africa, you magnanimous fuckhead. I like what Sam Kinison had to say about Africa..."They don't need food, they need U-Hauls! It's SAND! YOU CAN'T GROW FOOD IN SAND!" Instead of schmoozing the Pope and any head-of-state your manager can con into a photo-op why don't you donate some of your own damn millions? Why the fuck are you even famous? Take your one-note guitar player and piss off. Oh, and you might have to wait until he's done sucking off Hugo Chavez but take that dickwad Sean Penn with ya.
Michael Moore. Don't even get me started about that fat disgusting piece of shit. All he does is make crockumentaries and laugh all the way to the bank. I'd be laughing too if all I cared about was sucking up to hipster douchebags on the red carpet at Cannes and hoping no one noticed what a fucking hypocrite I was for owning stock in Haliburton. Roger And Me was a halfway decent concept but he took it way too far and now he's a fucking parasite who can't do anything but sucker punch people on camera for shock value. The only way he can possibly hold his head up is that big fat neck, which just goes from his chin to his breastbone.
Bill Belichick. Yeah, the "football" coach. It ain't REAL football but whatever. Caught cheating on his wife and caught cheating by the NFL. I hate his fucking guts because I used to be a huge Cleveland Browns fan and I will NEVER forgive the sonofabitch for what he did to Bernie Kosar. Bernie's last play as a Brown was not the one Belichick sent in. He saw something in the defense, literally drew up a play in the baseball infield dirt of Cleveland Stadium and threw a 42 yard TD pass in a blow out loss. Belichick went ballistic and benched him on the spot for changing the play. He was released the next day. I haven't watched 5 minutes of football since the original Browns moved to Baltimore. I hate Bill Belichick with a fucking passion.
John Faenza. You don't know him. He was the Executive Chef in a restaurant I worked in. I was his Sous Chef, which is French for "Assistant to the Chef". Basically, the Sous does all the fucking work and runs the kitchen while the Exec takes all the credit. Whatever. That's the way the system works...but this asshole was something special. I once did a carving of a nesting hen turkey for Thanksgiving out of two 60 pound blocks of butter. It came out pretty fucking good, too. It was the centerpiece and people loved it so much they didn't even scoop butter off it. Anyway, I went out to the bar to get a coke and here's this guy, in his little Chef hat and coat even though he didn't even fucking WORK that day, telling this awe-struck couple exactly where he learned how to carve butter, exactly how long it took him and exactly what tools he used. The little fuck never knew I overheard him. I thought about it and then walked two days later. On a Saturday afternoon. With 400 reservations on the book. They called me in a panic and I hung up on 'em. Fuck you John Faenza, you fucking piece of shit.
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Dick Cheney. This cocksucking bastard is the single most dangerous man ever to hold a position of power in the US government. As far back as the Nixon administration he is on record as wanting to increase the power of the Executive Branch (which he conveniently claimed not to be PART OF as Vice President) to such an extent that it would basically turn the President into the King. The man wiped his ass with the Constitution. Fuck you. I think his mom had a premonition when she named him Dick. Rot in hell, you treasonous motherfucker.
Bono. Take off the rose colored glasses and stop whining about Africa, you magnanimous fuckhead. I like what Sam Kinison had to say about Africa..."They don't need food, they need U-Hauls! It's SAND! YOU CAN'T GROW FOOD IN SAND!" Instead of schmoozing the Pope and any head-of-state your manager can con into a photo-op why don't you donate some of your own damn millions? Why the fuck are you even famous? Take your one-note guitar player and piss off. Oh, and you might have to wait until he's done sucking off Hugo Chavez but take that dickwad Sean Penn with ya.
Michael Moore. Don't even get me started about that fat disgusting piece of shit. All he does is make crockumentaries and laugh all the way to the bank. I'd be laughing too if all I cared about was sucking up to hipster douchebags on the red carpet at Cannes and hoping no one noticed what a fucking hypocrite I was for owning stock in Haliburton. Roger And Me was a halfway decent concept but he took it way too far and now he's a fucking parasite who can't do anything but sucker punch people on camera for shock value. The only way he can possibly hold his head up is that big fat neck, which just goes from his chin to his breastbone.
Bill Belichick. Yeah, the "football" coach. It ain't REAL football but whatever. Caught cheating on his wife and caught cheating by the NFL. I hate his fucking guts because I used to be a huge Cleveland Browns fan and I will NEVER forgive the sonofabitch for what he did to Bernie Kosar. Bernie's last play as a Brown was not the one Belichick sent in. He saw something in the defense, literally drew up a play in the baseball infield dirt of Cleveland Stadium and threw a 42 yard TD pass in a blow out loss. Belichick went ballistic and benched him on the spot for changing the play. He was released the next day. I haven't watched 5 minutes of football since the original Browns moved to Baltimore. I hate Bill Belichick with a fucking passion.
John Faenza. You don't know him. He was the Executive Chef in a restaurant I worked in. I was his Sous Chef, which is French for "Assistant to the Chef". Basically, the Sous does all the fucking work and runs the kitchen while the Exec takes all the credit. Whatever. That's the way the system works...but this asshole was something special. I once did a carving of a nesting hen turkey for Thanksgiving out of two 60 pound blocks of butter. It came out pretty fucking good, too. It was the centerpiece and people loved it so much they didn't even scoop butter off it. Anyway, I went out to the bar to get a coke and here's this guy, in his little Chef hat and coat even though he didn't even fucking WORK that day, telling this awe-struck couple exactly where he learned how to carve butter, exactly how long it took him and exactly what tools he used. The little fuck never knew I overheard him. I thought about it and then walked two days later. On a Saturday afternoon. With 400 reservations on the book. They called me in a panic and I hung up on 'em. Fuck you John Faenza, you fucking piece of shit.
spongebobcrackwhore
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Apparently I Am BurnedOut On Blogging.
The lesbo sex RNC fiaco still playing out should have been a giant bonanza for snark and I had to let it go.
The arrest of nine Crazy assed Jesus freaks wanting to kill a bunch of Cops and then bomb the funeral didn't even raise my blood pressure.
I am numb to this shit any more. There is a ton of shit to Blog about and I am just flat fucking done with it.
I have lost my muse and could give a rat's ass as to what is going on in the news. As a matter of fact, it has been several months now.
It got tiresome, fuck 'em all.
The arrest of nine Crazy assed Jesus freaks wanting to kill a bunch of Cops and then bomb the funeral didn't even raise my blood pressure.
I am numb to this shit any more. There is a ton of shit to Blog about and I am just flat fucking done with it.
I have lost my muse and could give a rat's ass as to what is going on in the news. As a matter of fact, it has been several months now.
It got tiresome, fuck 'em all.
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