Stupid Girl (the song I was listening to when I wrote this)

I win some, I lose some; I win more than I lose–I lose a follower, I gain three. Fuck you very much. I’m not a gambler, I’m just honest, and for me, honesty is never a wager I’m afraid to bet on. I know I often rub people the wrong way, and I’m totally good with that, because those who find themselves rubbed the wrong way will either respect our differences, or they will throw me to the vultures. Those who throw me to the vultures, bless their hearts, are people I don’t want to know. Not because they have different views than I do, but because I have different views than they do, and they are too small minded to accept variety. I like variety. Variety keeps me on my toes. Variety keeps me learning. And I never want to stop learning.

Not to say I am never offended. I am often offended. I’m offended by racism. I’m offended by people who contribute to rape culture. I’m offended by modern day feminism. I’m offended by anti-gay Christians. I’m offended by people who are offended by those who say ‘Happy Holidays’ instead of ‘Merry Christmas.’ I’m offended by people who wake up every motherfucking morning with the goal to find offense in dusty corners.

Activism is good, unless your activism is built upon physical harm–yes, ANTIFA, that includes you. Listen, you can’t denounce groups known for violence, and come at them with violence, and claim you are better than they are, because violence begets violence. Fucking DUH! If you want to make a difference, don’t be a part of the circle. And if you are hell bent on injuring people, or even killing people, join the fucking ARMY.

Those who know me, know I am married to an ARMY veteran. Those who know me know I have the utmost respect for America’s Armed Forces. I only mean that if people have so much energy to waste on hating people, and if they want to play big shots, maybe they should be fighting the real enemies. Because Black people eating in the same restaurants as you, and transgenders using public restrooms in a motherfucking Wal-Mart are the least of America’s worries, you know what I’m saying?

For real, America, get your shit together. Why do I feel like I’m one of the few with a goddamned brain? Seriously. I’m poor as fuck, and I’m not stupid. The government could pay me minimum wage, and I’d be happy to take the fucking lead. Hey government! You know where to find me, I’m sure.

 

 

Dear Andrew Tate

I am blessed with friends who care about me. If I feel hopeless–if I feel like my life is not worth continuing, my friends will speak out to me–this I know. But not everyone is so sure about their friends. Not everyone knows their value. I wish I could personally tell everyone the world over that they are valuable beyond words. I wish I could make every human see that they are important. No one should ever question their value. No one should ever feel they don’t belong.

But there are those who do struggle. There are those who feel hopeless, despite the number of friends they can count. Depression is real. Listen to me; Depression is real. No matter what some may say, depression is not a sign of weakness. Andrew Tate, you’re a fucking ignorant asshole. And I’m happy you’ve never fallen to the illness that is depression. I wouldn’t wish depression on anyone, even you. A lot of people are bashing you now, because you’re fucking stupid. I’m bashing you, too, because not only are you a fucking loser on a loser prime time program, but you’re fucking stupid enough to think your opinions mean a goddamned thing in the grand scheme of things.

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You are not cute. Some stupid dudes at least have their looks to fall back on, but you do not. I wouldn’t fuck you for ten million dollars. And believe me, that is your loss, you fucking ignorant monkey fucker.

Have fun being irrelevant.

 

 

Racist Bible Thumpers

I respect, and do defend the First Amendment. All of you KKK motherfuckers, you have the right to publicly barf your hatred. You can march with your swastika flags and Confederate flags all you like, but the real Americans with functioning brains are on to you hillbilly motherfuckers. I can generalize you all as hillbilly motherfuckers on my blog without real repercussion, because First Amendment, bitches.

How many of you piss-ant wannabes know the origin of the swastika? Do you know it has roots in Hinduism and Jainism? Of course not. Because you’re all racist thunder cunts who adopted your beliefs from a psycho-path with halitosis–Adolf Hitler. It makes me sick that he was smarter than most of you fucking idiots. Have any of you even looked up Hitler’s history?

All of you racist pricks claim you are upholding the law of the Bible.

Motherfuckers, I don’t believe in the bible.  I believe in equality.

Come at me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Wish I Could Like, I Don’t Know, Burn His Blog Down, Or Something. LOL

“I wish I could like, I don’t know, burn his blog down, or something. LOL”

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“Hahahaha. Oh go on, write a blog with that title. X”

“Hahaha! Yeah, that whole thing as a title lol”

“Yeah, the whole thing, lol”

I’ve been a blogger under various variations of my name, as well as a few pseudonyms for like, ten plus years. And even though I know ghosts will find me, being that I have chosen this eternal internet life, I am still annoyed when these cockroaches and douche bags make attempts to rekindle relationships that I wish had never been in the first fucking place. That being said, I will almost always choose to be polite, because I’m working on a better version of me; one who doesn’t chew bologna smelling fatty heads off at the base of the spine. Rather, I write vague prose and poems about them for my own amusement, and for those in the know.

I understand that it is a mean-spirited, juvenile thing to say–wishing I could destroy someone’s creative outlet with a beautiful, raging fire. Some people are dirty, dirty cockroaches and/or useless douche bags (douche really is useless, and has the potential to be harmful, actually; and anyway, vaginas are self-cleaning, so douche is redundant), but I am not justified in my desire for their grief. Yes, grief, because listen, if some twat waffle were to come along and set my blog on fire, I’d be moaning like a hired fucking funeral mourner.

That’s all I got, folks.

Peace

 

 

America Isn’t Awesome

Entertainment is King. In the United States, game shows are prime. Answer a series of questions correctly, and you could win hundreds of thousands of dollars–maybe a million. Okay, so most game show contestants only walk away with thousands before taxes, depending on the game show. It’s fucking gross though; we have politicians fighting over which programs to cut and save, but if Joe Street answers a series of random questions correctly, he may never have to work again. Why the fuck do these networks have so much fucking money that they can pay these people when our entire country is in debt? Is there is a secret storage of money to pay game show contestants? Why is it okay that some random fucking asshole wins more money than he’s ever seen simply because he could name the correct recording artist of a shitty song, while our U.S. Veterans are fighting for their right to receive prompt and adequate medical care? Why is it okay that a single mother has to pay $1,000 a month for family heath coverage?

I’m just fucking disgusted. Nothing makes sense to me. Kids are losing their band and art programs–and its been proven that kids who are involved with band and the arts perform better on tests.

Tests. Don’t even get me started on standardized tests. That’s for another blog post.

I am absolutely disgusted with the treatment of our veterans. I’m disgusted with the treatment of our U.S. citizens in general.

And I’m totally fucking OVER the deficit. As far as I’m concerned, the deficit doesn’t fucking exist, given that it seems like the ceiling can lifted on a whim, ffs.

Seriously, I don’t get these politicians. Why do they deserve better than the average American? If I’m not mistaken, their job is to serve US. US. Me, and you.

They have the power that they do because we ALLOW it. Get that through your heads. For fuck’s sake, I learned that in middle school.

WAKE THE FUCK UP!

 

 

 

 

Child Death-by-Car

Twelve children nationwide had died in unattended vehicles this year before the official start of summer.

Now car manufacturers are talking about equipping new models with a sensor to remind the fucking grown-ups to check the backseat for children before exiting the car. There have been devices on the market for a number of years, but apparently they are doing fuckall, just taking up space on retailer shelves. But! we shouldn’t have a need for these products to begin with–that we, as a society, require electronics to prevent child death by “forgetting” them in our vehicles overloads my system. My brain, and my heart hurts.

What the actual fuck is wrong with people?

New vehicles shouldn’t only be installed with simple sensors and alert systems. They should also be equipped with tasers. Because if you exit the car, and close the door with your child(ren) locked helpless inside–setting off the reminder alarm–the alarm should trigger a taser to take down your ignorant ass, AND! automatically alert 911.

State of Affairs

[Preface: I am a patriotic woman; the proud wife of an ARMY veteran.]

There are actual rules to safeguard against unfair warfare.

Read that again:

There are actual rules to safeguard against unfair warfare. I’m sorry. Color me fucking stupid, but what’s the point of these rules? There are weapons that are illegal in warfare. Weapons such as plastic landmines; Phosgene gas; Mustard gas; Nerve gas; spike pits; biological weapons; Napalm; poisoned bullets; and non self-destructing landmines.

Okay. Fucking fine.

But the Geneva Conventions created protection for people not participating in hostilities, including the wounded, sick, shipwrecked, prisoners of war, and civilians. Children are killed daily on their way to school, or while shopping in the street markets, without repercussion–mothers and fathers bury their sons and daughters despite the rules of fair warfare. So what the fuck is the point to these rules when no one has to adhere to them?

I just don’t understand the point in making select warfare weapons illegal when military forces are ultimately going to act accordingly. You know…with the optimal end.

Tonight, I said to my husband, “Why not make it a rule that warfare be carried out with fucking muskets and cannons–Civil War style. That’s fucking fair.” And he said, “We’re (the U.S.) the only ones who would follow the rules.”

I know Jim is right. I also know that I’m naive/ignorant, and not at all intelligent enough to pass judgement on military tactics/rules–U.S. or otherwise.

I just find it laughable that there are rules in place that ultimately don’t mean jack-shit when it comes to the outcome.

Jack-shit.

Jack-shit.

I can’t say it enough.

Jack-fucking-shit.

It won’t change in our lifetime.