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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

EBT and Football aka Pānis et Circēnsēs

The upcoming 2016 election determines America's fate. It seems all but a foregone conclusion that Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton has the Democratic nomination sewn up. As for the Republicans, it looks like Trump is the favorite. Everybody likes the Mexican purchased wall, and everybody likes the idea of deporting all the illegals in their many millions. Additionally, it also looks like the media is turning their attacks against Trump, now that he's finally being taken seriously. Here are a few recent articles, but there are thousands more. Well .... you know what? Who cares! Go get a couple of 40s and flip on the boob tube. I bet there's a football game on right now. And you know, that's WAAAAAY more important than who leads the country for the next four to eight years. Hey, don't believe me? Check out this profanity laced screed by a serious Eagles fan.

WARNING EXTREME PROFANITY BORDERING ON THE LUDICROUS!!!




Okay, okay, this guy goes on and on in an angry rant because his favorite team "The Eagles" lost to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He seemed to be seriously upset, one might even say he's completely unhinged! But at the end of the day, what has he lost? Now it's possible that he lost a bet and has to pay somebody a lot of money. The thing is, in all that ranting and raving he never says that he lost any money, and I think we all know that his fury is not based on personal loss. Somehow his life is so wrapped around the fate of his favorite professional football team, that their loss is his catastrophe.



This guy is in tears because South Carolina lost. I'm not exaggerating when I say that, somewhere in America, there's a homeless guy raging—not because he's unemployed, or homeless, or all alone, not because he's probably going to freeze to death in the bleak winter weather forecast on the horizon—but simply because his football team lost a game. You really can't make this stuff up! A man has cancer, but his dying wish isn't to see his son graduate from Stanford University, no it's to meet Peyton Manning or Tony Romo, or maybe it's Tim Tebow! You see, if only his wish was granted he could die happily. If only he gets to shake so-and-so's hand and tell so-and-so to beat the living shit out of rival team X then his meaning in life will be fulfilled!

That's the circus in bread and circuses by the way. Fans completely subsume themselves in imagined glory, linking their own fate to that of their football gods. When their team does well their own miserable fate is immaterial. Who cares if they're homeless and starving, when their football team is going to the playoffs?

It is insanity in point of fact, and anybody who could step back and simply take an objective look at the phenomenon would quickly label it what is is ... an obsession.

Maybe you're a football fan, or a basketball, baseball, hockey, or soccer fan. You have your favorite team and that's it. You probably also have your hated team. You hate them because all your team's fans hate this one team. Maybe you like the San Francisco 49ers, and therefore you hate The Dallas Cowboys. Maybe you like the Georgia Bulldogs and therefore hate the Clemson Tigers. Every team has its traditional rival just like Luke Skywalker has Darth Vader. It's all so clichéd and predictable, that I for one, am blown aside—as my 49er loving, Cowboy hating brother would say. (Blown aside is almost—but not quite—as amazing as blown away.)

Sometimes I just want to scream WAKE UP!!!! The world is disintegrating around us, and so many of you seem to care about nothing but who just won or lost a meaningless football game. Okay, so your team won! That means you get a raise? No, you don't work for the Eagles. You don't get a raise. You don't get a bonus. You don't get squat, except for something called "bragging rights."

Okay BRAG! Tell me how awesome "your team" is, and and how sorry and pathetic "my team" is. Tomorrow when your daughter gets sick and you don't have medical insurance—because your company downsized you to part time and doesn't offer medical insurance to part timers—I hope the glow and the glory of your recent win, allows you to feel happy as you watch your daughter suffer.

No, I don't really wish that on you. I hope your daughter stays perfectly healthy so that you won't need the insurance which you lost because of Obamacare. Please, wish me the same luck, as I cope with exactly that same problem.
"Bread and circuses" (or bread and games; from Latin: panem et circenses) is metonymic for a superficial means of appeasement. In the case of politics, the phrase is used to describe the generation of public approval, not through exemplary or excellent public service or public policy, but through diversion; distraction; or the mere satisfaction of the immediate, shallow requirements of a populace, as an offered "palliative." Its originator, Juvenal, used the phrase to decry the selfishness of common people and their neglect of wider concerns. The phrase also implies the erosion or ignorance of civic duty amongst the concerns of the commoner.
It's hard to believe that we're reliving the same history all over again. Rome fell. The most powerful empire on Earth fell apart from within because of short-sighted policies and the pursuit of the trivial over the exigent. Here's the relevant Bible verse:
Ecclesiates 1:9

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
Why don't we ever learn? It's all so absurdly comical. Watch your football game while America flushes itself down the toilet. Go to the store and get your "free" lunch with your EBT card. You've got nothing to worry about. Life is great! Drink your beer and forget about everything. I feel certain tomorrow's football game will solve all of your problems!

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Hey Black Lives... EFF YOU

Nobody cares.

We live our lives, we go to work. We have our good days and bad ones. Occasionally somebody offers a compliment, or an expression of gratitude, but mostly our efforts are met with silence. What a contrast! How often are our failures met with silence? Rarely. A waitress late with the food, a cook with slightly burned food, a cashier too slow scanning in coupons, all are immediately vilified. "Hello!" "Can I get some service?!" "I've been waiting for ten minutes!" "I don't have all day."

This Sunday I want to rest. I worked all week and just want to rest. But my cunting wife needs medicine. She needs her Zoloft. So here I am, working for the seventh day .... no .... the 325th day in a row without a single day off. Meanwhile my wife hasn't even made a sandwich in the same number of days.

Nobody cares.

I'm sitting here typing this with a heavy heart. I feel so hopeless. I don't believe this will ever end. No, I'm not talking about my seven days a week work schedule. I'm talking about our world. It's so depressing. So so so depressing. You want the litany? Okay, here's the short version... 19 trillion in debt, 127 trillion in unfunded liabilities, the worst most violent and bitter race relations since the Civil War. Eight billion people stomping about the world, Aquifers drying up, Global cooling, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!

How bad is it? How absurd? How risible, How asinine, how insane!? There aren't words. Please, allow me to just mention this one fatuous absurdity...just as one example...Black Lives Matter protesters are upset in Missouri, because all the reporters that they've been so cozy with, are now apparently ignoring "Black Lives" completely and instead focusing on French lives. (By the way in case you were wondering, French lives are white lives and therefore they don't matter.) Today we can conclude conclusively and categorically that #OnlyBlackLivesMatter.

So here it is. I know a lot of you have been thinking this. They'll call me racist, but so what. I work seven days a week and pay taxes so that #BlackLives can get their EBT card. So, you know what? #FuckBlackLives!

Saturday, November 14, 2015

BOOM!!!!! .... No, not a suicide belt ... it's this comment...

Mary RN had this to say:
Practicing Islam should be a hate crime. The Koran should be treated like the confederate flag. It offends me. It should be outlawed and practicing this cult should be like going to a KKK meeting. If another terrorist attack happens on American soil, the mosques should be leveled. NO refugees from the middle east. None. The ones already here need to be kept in fema camps. Round them up.
YES! YES! YES! Islam is hate, and Mohammed is the Antichrist. Allah is Satan and all his followers are demons from hell. This is not hyperbole, this is demonstrable fact. Evil is as evil does. When will people wake up and smell the devil? Every Muslim is just a single synapse fire from going 9/11. Muslims are evil. They're savages. They're the enemy. Wait I've got an idea Obama, why don't you stand in the corner facing the wall and wait for the Blair Witch to take a nap?



Don't you abhor this kind of histrionic rhetoric? I bet you're thinking...what an idiot! What a racist. What a maroon! What an ignoranamous!



This whole thing is what I've been screaming since about 14 years ago. If the enemy confronts you, he must be defeated, utterly. He must be driven before you. He must be shown no mercy. His way of life must be destroyed. His livelihood must be annihilated, His contacts must be severed. His religion must be snuffed utterly and categorically. His every thought, gesture, and word, must be "UNCLE! UNCLE! UNCLE!"

Until we grind these savages into the dirt from whence they sprang, this shit will continue. But I predict that this latest French atrocity might just be a signed death warrant. At long last the people are finally waking up. They're beginning to realize that this cult of death called Islam must be decimated, outlawed, and finally excised from our planet.

Nuke Mecca!

LET'S FINISH THIS SHIT, ONCE AND FOR ALL!

France has its 9/11 moment

My wife of 15 years was diagnosed with adult onset diabetes several years ago. She was distraught, understandably so, but was even more distraught by the lack of sympathy from medical workers, and her doctor who frankly explained her condition was mostly her own fault. Her sedentary lifestyle and lack of weight control were the primary causes of her condition. She's since gone on an Atkins diet and has brought her weight down. She doesn't require insulin and as long as she controls her carbs tightly, she should be fine.

There are life-changing moments that all of us go through. We live for years doing whatever we want and suddenly out of the blue we discover that both action, as well as inaction, have consequences.

Many of you will be angry at my next comment. Tough shit!

If five or ten percent of the Bataclan concert goers had been carrying concealed, the outcome would have been triumphant instead of tragic.

These people were slaughtered like sheep. Like sheep! They played dead and now they are dead. It's tragic, horrific, unexpected, and very sad. If only a few of them had shot back. If only a few of them had rushed their attackers. If only they'd had a flight 93 moment, a Thalys train moment. But they didn't. And they all died, butchered like sheep in a slaughterhouse. It's shameful, in a word. Shameful!

Now, France is going to war. Hurrah...Turtling in their shell didn't work. Now they'll have to fight. I know...I'm the bad guy. I'm the one who doesn't kowtow to the PC police and express sympathy and empathy, and all those other pathys... My bad.

We had our 9/11. We watched in horror as thousands—not just hundreds mind you—were slaughtered like sheep. We watched in disgust as you French people refused to join us. Refused to fight. Refused to allow us to use your airports. Refused to even allow us to fly over your airspace. In response we refused to eat french fries. We created our own side item dubbed freedom fries. Childish I suppose, but also symbolic.

France, you thought you could remain neutral. You thought they'd leave you alone. You thought, if you made no waves, remained compliant, peaceful, neutral, conspicuously silent, they'd leave you alone. Obviously you were mistaken.

When my wife came home crying, I was supportive, but the words running through my head kept trying to slip through my lips. Don't you understand? Don't you get it? You really did bring this on yourself. This wasn't unexpected at all. There's no surprise here. Your own actions and in-actions made this moment inevitable.

Welcome to the fight, France. We understand that you didn't understand. We're glad you finally get it. Now, let's exterminate these savages down to the last inhuman POS, finally! Here, have some freedom fries. I made them this morning, and they are delicious! (sorry Taff, none for you.;=)

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

PETA is too vague

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, is meaningless. I don't think these do-gooders have any idea what an Animal even is!
Insects. The insect class comprises the most diverse group of animals on the earth and constitutes more than half of all described animal species. Insect species also make up close to 90 percent (800,000 of 900,000) of all arthropod species.
The classification: Animal includes insects, and arachnids, and annelids. When you say Animal, you are talking about house flies. You are talking about ants, maggots, and worms.
Worms belong to a vast range of different phyla - annelids, nematodes, flatworms, acorn worms, velvet worms, spoon worms, goblet worms, jaw worms, horsehair worms, ribbon worms, horseshoe worms, thorny-headed worms, peanut worms, strange flatworms, and possibly even more.


Okay, so let's talk ethical. How does PETA feel about me taking an earthworm and threading it on a fishing hook to catch a fish? EVIL PERHAPS DEMONIC!?

Let's get real for a second. PETA doesn't concern itself with the lower animal phyla. It's mostly mammal, but also includes both reptiles and birds. If I'm a member of PETA, I assume that I only need concern myself with actual "People" treating animals ethically. What about putting vitamins in the water that leopards drink from? What if people interfering and making leopards healthier, caused gazelles to be killed in higher numbers? So ... Ethical Treatment could be construed as not helping a particular species to survive at the potential existence of another species? When you look at it this way, it's obvious that insecticides are strictly verboten. How could you disadvantage one phyla over another?

But it goes much further than that. Think about every cell in your body. Where did that cell come from? What animals were disadvantaged, were discriminated against, were annihilated, simply so that you—arrogant you—could be standing here today, holding up your PETA sign so proudly, while you march arrogantly up and down the square, etc., meanwhile countless insectoid species were sent to their graves on your selfish behalf! You should totally kill yourself.

If you're really a TRUE PETA BELIEVER, you don't belong. You represent an imbalance. You are only here because billions of animals lost their lives unethically, selfishly, over thousands of generations, just so that you could stand here asininely pontificating today. You don't belong PETA. If you had one iota of self-respect, if you really aren't the self-abrogating embodiment of hypocrisy that the world sees when they see you, you will climb into a carefully self-dug grave—preserving both insects and annelids—and then pull the dirt down on top of your selfishly existing self.