Thursday, November 04, 2010

picture says it all



Has there ever been a politician more openly contemptuous of the people who worked so hard to elect him? Inviting the Republicans to dinner? Why doesn't he invite the people who supported him to dinner? Because he despises us, that's why. He just wants to be popular with the old farts in the country club. He'll shine their shoes, wash their balls, carry their bags, pay for their meals, lavish billions of dollars on them -- anything to be accepted. And the more he tries, the more it's him they despise.

Weak fucking loser ought to invite us to dinner. Not gonna happen, eh? And now with another election in two years, he'll soon come round begging us to pay for those dinners we're not invited to attend. Not me Bub. Ask your good buddy Joe Leiberman and your openly Republican friends.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

fucked up as hell

This story in the NYT about synthetic marijuana demonstrates in two important ways just how ridiculous and fucked up this society is:

First, how fucking ridiculous, ridiculously evil, is it to let people use dangerous chemicals that exist only to mimic the effects of a harmless weed? Pretty ridiculous, and fucked up.

Second, the kid who killed himself "began “freaking out,” saying he was “going to hell.” Isn't it possible that his ridiculous religious beliefs had at least as much to do with his suicide and the fake weed? Fucked up as hell, I say.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Brooklyn sucks

I've been spending a lot of time in the Bronx lately. The south Bronx at that. I've always heard it's like the worst fucking place on earth. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but certainly one of the worst places in New York City. Yet I've found it much more pleasant than Brooklyn. For example today I took a wrong turn and ended up on the wrong crowded freeway and then drove streets for about 30 long blocks at rush hour. About two thirds of the way out I was fiddling with my phone and realized that the light had changed four or five seconds ago. Shocked, I looked in the rearview to make sure there were cars behind me. Yes, of course, it was rush hour, there were cars behind me. Yet no one honked. What the fuck was that all about? In Brooklyn they time their honks to go off the split second before the light changes. If you actually hesitate a split second into the green light, it's very possible that two or three people behind you will burst a blood vessel due to their rage. They'll certainly lay on the horn. But the Bronx was different. At least today, and why would today be any different? It never is in Brooklyn.