Rant

Another reason to hate Senator McCain for the petulant, arrogant turncoat shithead that he is:

He's a believer in the Don't Ask, Don't Tell program in the military. If you're gay, act straight so military police investigators don't sniff you out and kick you out of the U.S. Fucking Armed Forces with a dishonorable. Yeah, that just sounds great. Let's make everybody else happy at your own expense. Let's make sure the military runs smoothly by pretending every member is straight. Bull-fucking-shit. Bullshit.

For a while former convicts were allowed to serve their country; in some instances convicted killers were allowed to serve. So, to sum it up: you could sell dope, smack your old lady around, steal or even KILL SOMEONE and enlist in the army, marine corps, air farce (yes, spelled correctly), navy, etc. but if you be queer, you ain't allowed to get your gay hands on no gun or nuthin'.

That's just fucking sick. And McCain said that this shitty policy was accepted and understood by all levels of the military. Just like they accepted and understood dat dem neeee-groes wouldn't never do nuthin' in the military 'cept drive trucks and peel potatoes...right? Or that ratty little people from third-world countries couldn't beat the mighty U.S. armed forces...right? Get out of the the fucking way, you retards. You. Are. Wrong. Gays are among you, can't you bullheaded morons get that through your thick fuckin' skulls?

So men like men and women like women. Who gives a shit? I understand that it could potentially cause problems in a smoothly running military (oh, give me a fucking break. Smooth-running? There's no such thing), but guess what? Men and women fucking in a mixed unit causes just as much trouble. Oh yeah, and there's the risk of pregnancy when a man and woman engage in a combat fuck, as opposed to two men or two women.

The whole situation makes me want to puke. The military leadership wants to deny someone the RIGHT to serve their COUNTRY based on SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Don't they know how hypocritical that is? So it's okay to deny gay people, but it's not okay to deny blacks? Women? Asians? Men over the age of forty with gray hair? Come on. It's bullshit, pure and simple. It's about time the DADT policy has been removed. Oh, and as for the personnel who don't want this to happen? Wake up, assholes. They're already serving with you, at least now they'll be honest about it.

Grow up, wise up, and shut the fuck up! Stop acting like a bunch selfish sexist pigs and start acting like human beings. That goes for you too, Mr. "I-have-PTSD-that-I-refuse-to-acknowledge-and-my-own-wife-disagrees-with-my-policies" McCain. You're an opportunistic weasel who changed from moderate to conservative Republican because it was the surest way to get reelected in post-conservative America. You have PTSD. You have a horrible temper (a great quality for a potential President, yes?). You fall asleep at political functions. You are too old, too feeble, and are too transparent (with your counterfeit charm and bonhomie) for your position. You need to retire. In the meantime...

KEEP YOUR EVERFUCKING MOUTH SHUT.

I am so sick of gay guys on TV I could fucking spit! Can't we just give them a channel so I don't have to watch anymore? Your fifteen minutes are up, ladies! Everybody out of the gene pool!

I don't wanna see money loving black guys, money grabbing white guys, really fat guys, really fat guys trying to be thin guys, dykes, dogs that need to be whispered to, people making fucking cakes, Donald Fucking Trump, lame ass actresses sitting around their homes with their lame ass boyfriends and/or husbands, so-called stars dancing to bad cover songs, top forty singers trying to get the attention that they didn't get when they were kids by singing bad cover songs that have NOTHING to do with MUSIC, talking babies, old people talking like rappers, or fake fucking vampires so high school gurls can get wet EVERY GODDAMN TIME I TURN ON THE TV!

I just wanna see stories that don't suck.

Fuck this demographic shit.

Fuck having something to dish about around the water cooler.

Fuck "reality".



I miss television...

 Seriously? This blog post I think I might morph for 10 minutes into a middle aged mother. Rant, here it goes. I was drinking last night [6/7 cans]. I was then woken up by my Dad, at 6am. This is normal 'cause he was going to work and so I had to lock the door behind him and put the partgaurd alarm on. So anyway, he went off and I tried to get back to sleep.
I tried..
and I tried..
and tried some more.
But alas, no sleep came. SO, anyway. I ended up getting up and started doing some school work whilst I had the time/chance. So anyway, it got to like 10/11 o'clock and I thought I would be a nice/good friend and make some pancakes for my best mate who is over from Dubai, 'cause she was still sleeping. Either way, I got up and made pancakes and put lemon and sugar on them [the best!]. I laid out the table nicely and woke her up and gave her breakfast and all. 
Then I carried on and did all the dishes, cleaned the kitchen. Brushed the floor, hoovered the floor, aired the carpets and got the dirt out. Then got down on my hands and -fucking- knees and scrubbed that floor. To be fair now, the kitchen isn't that big. But it's the principal. So I did all of that then saw some more dirt so hoovered and washed again. Then cleaned all the surfaces and all that jazz.
NEXT! To the "cosy room" or the TV room as we call it. Now this room gets really dusty 'cause we have an open fire in it so all the dust comes down the chimney half the time. So I lifted up the big heavy arabic carpet and aired it and smacked all the dirt out of it. I hoovered everywhere then pulled out the chairs and hoovered behind there [my Dad rarely does this]. The amount of dirt made me gag, cleaning and hangovers don't go xP. So I cleaned it all and hoovered with the nozzle over the fireplace and got all the shite out of there. So anyway I did the same thing with cleaning the floor on my hands and knees. hen went over all the surfaces and polished/cleaned. I opened the windows of the bedrooms and TV room and sprayed that fabric smelly stuff on the curtains to make it nice :] Then I noticed on the chair that the old cushions had left big red marks on the chair and my dad, being Dad just covered it up with suade cushions. *rolls eyes* So i got the leather soap out and cleaned it. They took me like 20/30 minutes. *rolls eyes*. GAH!
then to the hallway, and my room. Doing the same.

One room I refuse to clean? My Dad's and Step Mum's and the bathroom. EURGH.
Anywayyy.
Rant over.
Peaace out guys <3

check her out ^^ 
Shes got a beaut of a voice

i saw a chick in a 'ducktails' t-shirt today
my first thought was
punch that bitch in the neck and steal her shirt
my second thought was
aw, shit. it's not like it would fit me anyway

be glad i love mac and cheese, people

that's all i'm really saying here...

um... i've had quite a few beers and, well, i've been having this feeling lately that i'm draining away. it's like my lifeforce or whatever is seeping down my legs and being soaked up by the carpet. fuck. i have every tool i have ever needed and something is always broken. i mean technology here, i'm not talking about my heart or anything. the mini-studio downstairs is so there and the fucking computer craps out. because i actually tapped it too hard. i didn't smack it, didn't punch it, didn't bang on the fucker. i tapped it and it's like the year or two that i spent figuring out how to pull the bitch together was pointless. i'm not back at my old place. the actual home place. the place where i could be as loud as i wanted whenever i wanted but didn't have all the tools yet place. i get money, have to move, buy all the shit, and now, the shit that i needed, the shit that i wanted, the shit that i spent money on is useless. because i'm too loud now. so i move the shit to a less loud place and now the shit is fucking useless. i just want to make a cd. a sort of laurie anderson, jack kerouac, sort of david byrne, monty python, sort of bill hicks, firesign theatre thing. a piece of how i really feel. a piece of what i really think. a piece of how my mind really works. the things that you people read here are only part of who i am. you can't hear the sounds, man. i don't want any reply to this. i don't want any help or opinions about how to make things work out. i love you but you're not here. you have no idea what is going on. you have no idea how this shit feels. i'm just so fucking sick of being confused. it would be less that an hour of sound. it would be free of cost. one could steal and sample the fucker all they wanted. i have been honestly trying to pull the thing together since about 1987. i'm not going to kill myself over it or anything but i really do not understand this no fucking way shit.

but enough about me.

i'm going for another beer.

and if god shows up tonight next easter is really going to suck. that prick is going to be way busy trying to yank a steam iron out of his motherfucking ass.

cord and all.

my new favorite thing?

why
it would have to be

having a crumb under my pinky that i drag across the mousepad so i wipe my hand on my pants and it's still there so i do it again and it's still there so people laugh loud about it cuz it's not happening to them so i wipe my finger again and it's still motherfucking THERE so i grab the mousepad and yank it off the desk and wipe the whole pad on my leg so now they're really laughing hard and heavy because, again, it's not happening to them so i grab a letter opener and stab the living shit out of their chest over and over and over and over and over again and again and again as i scream like winslow leach just after he zaps the shit out of beef with that neon lightening bolt and then i sit at my desk and look at the monitor and i have no idea what the fuck i was trying to do in the first place.

i mean
at times like that
you just gotta laugh, man!

why is it everytime i flip to the food network all i ever see is people making cakes? i don't like cakes all that much. i don't think i like anything that much. fucking cakes? what the fuck?

how about soup? or a sandwich now and then? soup and a sandwich? at least that's a meal.

or how about making a cake making channel? that way i'll never have to watch the goddamn thing.

you really think the people of this country can pick a president?

all you dipshits want to do is watch people make cakes!

FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCK!

My prediction for the end of the Sex And The City movie:

at least one of those four chicks ends up having a baby
because
you know
that's pretty much all that being a woman is about
well...
that, thinking that most men are stupid, and shopping

so there!
you misandrist knee jerk name callers!




(BTW! The Indiana Jones movie was fucking amazing! It was exactly what it should have been. A big, stupid, loud, funny movie wherein a lot of stuff was destroyed and a lot of bad guys got killed. In fact there were a couple of moments early on that were straight out of "1941", a movie that most people have never bothered to see and/or hate to death just because of the almighty hive mind buzz. I ain't talkin' Kubrick and I ain't suposta be. Put that in your pipe and blow bubbles, cine-sheep!)

oh!

where the fuck is the application?
whatever that is...

when you go to a deli and you don't want the white stuff what do you say?
you say, 'hold the mayo.'
you do not say, 'hold the mano.'

why?

because the third letter in mayonnaise isn't an 'n'!
swear to god, kids
the next time i hear someone call it 'man-aise' i'm gonna rip their fucking eyeballs out with a melon baller
and
squirt lemon juice into the cavities that are left in their stupid fucking heads

you dumb ass losers

fucking
fucking
fuck!