Working in America today sucks. Most of us know this. But the blind young A-holes coming up may not fully understand how much they are being cheated. But then again, they haven't done anything to deserve anything better either!
When I hear these young assholes cry in their beer I can't keep my mouth shut. I let them know that their generation hasn't done a damn thing yet. They haven't even earned the right to complain about us old farts! Mostly they should keep their mouths shut and swallow.
Take the Internet for example, today's twenty-year-olds fell into it. It wasn't their generation that invented it. No, it was us "old farts" that done the deed.
Cars, again, twenty-year-olds haven't had a damn thing to do with inventing that either. Those old bastards older then me did that one.
Look at the asinine clothes these kids wear, nothing new there either. Some old bastard has made all that trash possible as well.
How about all that crap on these young girl's face? They didn't invent that mud either.
Twenty-year-olds didn't invent the ink running in their veins, polluting their bodies with toxins in the form of "tats" either. Hell, that one was invented centuries ago!
And thinking of tats I have to laugh when some young moron calls that shit "art". LOL LOL.. under-educated nitwits! Norman Rockwell done art.. what you have scribbled all over your hide are freak'n CARTOONS ya knotheads!
Just too damn funny to think how much these young folks just don't understand. Why hell, if it wasn’t for all of their give-it-to-me-cause-I’m-too-stupid-to-earn-it attitude we wouldn’t have that half-wit in the White House running our country into the toilet day-after-day.
Enough said, I’m out of here. Us old farts need our sleep so we can wake up refreshed for yet another day of bitch’n.
Have a good day. :O/
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
How Karma took an Ass Out
This Ass ( I won’t give his name to protect what little dignity the fool has left), had a knee-jerk-ass-kissing reaction a few months ago to an "incident" which resulted in me being "reassigned" from the asinine job I had.
The Ass never bother to take the time to ask me why I did what I did, he didn’t care. He simply ran on his pathetic half-witted, chase-the-frig’n-carrot instincts as he played to his hillbilly ego. You see, the Ass had hopes of someday being accepted by the Powers That Be as one of them. But what he never figured out is that if those powers wanted him they would have hired him directly years ago! Instead, they were always leading him on to make him think that one day he would be Blessed and given the nod to Enter into the Inner Circle. But as it stood he, like all of the rest of us, were "sub-contracted" to this major American corporation.
Now when the "incident" went down, and the Ass had his knee-jerk reaction, he no doubt thought he was on top of things and that some how his swift, but totally blind, action would assure him his coveted spot among the Immortals.
Once my head had cleared as to what took place I begin a letter writing campaign as I waited for my reassignment to a new post. Last on my list was the Ass himself. Step-by-step I told him what happened and why I took the action I had taken. All the stuff the Ass never bothered to ask me. Then at the bottom of my letter I wished him well for whatever he thought he had going at this company and that karma is so unpredictable. I couldn’t have nailed it any better then this.
This incident took place several months ago and I still wake up in the morning the same way in which I go to bed, laughing. I find it out side of my capabilities to stop laughing when I think how right on the money I was with the karma thing. I’m sure he must have smirked over that line in my letter to him because he simply believed he had everything under his control. But he didn’t count on karma and a really fucked up son to take his ass out of his ass-kissing job!
Apparently, the Ass’ son had borrowed his dad’s piece-of-shit pickup truck and managed to get it riddled with bullets! Then to protect his worthless son the Ass decided to lie to the police by telling them it was he and his wife who were ambushed by a group of men as they were driving about their business. And hence the Ass set in motion his eventual doom. But the icing on the cake was the time he spent in jail and his name dropping of the major American firm he was hoping someday to be a part of. This American company is always quick to cut their losses as soon as they are recognized and they never support the losers clinging to their coat tails. And hence the Ass was dismissed by both the company which he worked for, and the company that he was assigned to! HA! The DOUBLE-WHAMMY sealed his worthless reputation and his dismal future. Now it is he who must try to find a job and start all over. So I lay there in bed laughing as I think of the turn of events.
As for me, I’m still with the same company and in fact they have trained me for a better position!
Karma, never leave home thinking you can be an Ass and everything will work out for the best in the end. As I told the Ass, karma is so unpredictable.
The Ass never bother to take the time to ask me why I did what I did, he didn’t care. He simply ran on his pathetic half-witted, chase-the-frig’n-carrot instincts as he played to his hillbilly ego. You see, the Ass had hopes of someday being accepted by the Powers That Be as one of them. But what he never figured out is that if those powers wanted him they would have hired him directly years ago! Instead, they were always leading him on to make him think that one day he would be Blessed and given the nod to Enter into the Inner Circle. But as it stood he, like all of the rest of us, were "sub-contracted" to this major American corporation.
Now when the "incident" went down, and the Ass had his knee-jerk reaction, he no doubt thought he was on top of things and that some how his swift, but totally blind, action would assure him his coveted spot among the Immortals.
Once my head had cleared as to what took place I begin a letter writing campaign as I waited for my reassignment to a new post. Last on my list was the Ass himself. Step-by-step I told him what happened and why I took the action I had taken. All the stuff the Ass never bothered to ask me. Then at the bottom of my letter I wished him well for whatever he thought he had going at this company and that karma is so unpredictable. I couldn’t have nailed it any better then this.
This incident took place several months ago and I still wake up in the morning the same way in which I go to bed, laughing. I find it out side of my capabilities to stop laughing when I think how right on the money I was with the karma thing. I’m sure he must have smirked over that line in my letter to him because he simply believed he had everything under his control. But he didn’t count on karma and a really fucked up son to take his ass out of his ass-kissing job!
Apparently, the Ass’ son had borrowed his dad’s piece-of-shit pickup truck and managed to get it riddled with bullets! Then to protect his worthless son the Ass decided to lie to the police by telling them it was he and his wife who were ambushed by a group of men as they were driving about their business. And hence the Ass set in motion his eventual doom. But the icing on the cake was the time he spent in jail and his name dropping of the major American firm he was hoping someday to be a part of. This American company is always quick to cut their losses as soon as they are recognized and they never support the losers clinging to their coat tails. And hence the Ass was dismissed by both the company which he worked for, and the company that he was assigned to! HA! The DOUBLE-WHAMMY sealed his worthless reputation and his dismal future. Now it is he who must try to find a job and start all over. So I lay there in bed laughing as I think of the turn of events.
As for me, I’m still with the same company and in fact they have trained me for a better position!
Karma, never leave home thinking you can be an Ass and everything will work out for the best in the end. As I told the Ass, karma is so unpredictable.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Curling
Curling is one of those “sports” you watch when there’s nothing else on television. For me there has to be absolutely NOTHING else good to watch, and this includes commercials that I haven’t seen a zillion times before I’ll bust a move to watch something as inherently asinine as curling.
I guess I just don’t get it. I’m amazed this nonsense is an Olympic “sport”. From what little I understand of it here is how it works:
One man or woman scoots a large “shooting rock” down an ice covered floor while two or three other “players” work their sticks back and forth around the sliding rock trying to get it to go where it needs to be. I assume they are attempting to smooth the pathway in which they want to direct the half-basketball-sized rock. I would hope the participation in this spectacle is more rewarding then the observation because if it isn’t then HELLO, these people need to get a clue!
To further drive this madness no one seems to be in any particular hurry to do anything. They will call time out and huddle discussing angles and strategies but I half expect them to break out coffee and doughnuts and to join the audience in the bleachers! Nothing much is happening as they shake and bob their heads in disgust and bewilderment. I don’t know how, or even if, they keep their concentration. Honestly, they remind me of a bunch of weekend mechanics huddled around a car who’s engine just died and they don’t know what do about it which is signified by a lot of head and chin scratching.
But at some point the “team” gets their act together and decide to give the stone yet another shove down the court. And with the Canadian audience there is a lot of hooting and howling as their countrymen apparently “do well.” I have no idea how that is achieved nor what constitutes a “score.” The best I can make out is that the stone which ends up the closes to the centerline within the targeted “zone” is a “good stone.”
Describing this activity is almost as lame as watching it. I have no idea what Canadians see in this and even less as to why Americans would participate. But there you are yet another ridiculous Olympic “sport” for Americans to lose.
I don’t believe anyone is a “born natural” for this sport. It’s not like football or basketball or baseball where one is “gifted” or not. To my way of thinking curling is something one falls into when they discover they aren’t any good at real sports. In that sense it has a lot in common with golf.
Now if they were to suddenly pick up those rocks and toss them at one another we might have the makings of a real sport! At least then you could clearly define the winners from the losers. But as it is I’m left scratching my head to hear that the Americans lost, “Get the hell out of here!” Says I, “THEY DIDN’T DO ANYTHING HOW CAN THEY POSSIBLY LOSE?”
I know what you’re thinking, I know. You’re saying that curling isn’t as easy as it looks and therefore deserves a spot in the Olympics. But, neither is falling down a flight of steps easy. I wouldn’t want that included as an Olympic sport either.
To the American men’s team I would say, take heart, if you don’t tell I won’t tell anyone you lost and it will remain our little secret.
I guess I just don’t get it. I’m amazed this nonsense is an Olympic “sport”. From what little I understand of it here is how it works:
One man or woman scoots a large “shooting rock” down an ice covered floor while two or three other “players” work their sticks back and forth around the sliding rock trying to get it to go where it needs to be. I assume they are attempting to smooth the pathway in which they want to direct the half-basketball-sized rock. I would hope the participation in this spectacle is more rewarding then the observation because if it isn’t then HELLO, these people need to get a clue!
To further drive this madness no one seems to be in any particular hurry to do anything. They will call time out and huddle discussing angles and strategies but I half expect them to break out coffee and doughnuts and to join the audience in the bleachers! Nothing much is happening as they shake and bob their heads in disgust and bewilderment. I don’t know how, or even if, they keep their concentration. Honestly, they remind me of a bunch of weekend mechanics huddled around a car who’s engine just died and they don’t know what do about it which is signified by a lot of head and chin scratching.
But at some point the “team” gets their act together and decide to give the stone yet another shove down the court. And with the Canadian audience there is a lot of hooting and howling as their countrymen apparently “do well.” I have no idea how that is achieved nor what constitutes a “score.” The best I can make out is that the stone which ends up the closes to the centerline within the targeted “zone” is a “good stone.”
Describing this activity is almost as lame as watching it. I have no idea what Canadians see in this and even less as to why Americans would participate. But there you are yet another ridiculous Olympic “sport” for Americans to lose.
I don’t believe anyone is a “born natural” for this sport. It’s not like football or basketball or baseball where one is “gifted” or not. To my way of thinking curling is something one falls into when they discover they aren’t any good at real sports. In that sense it has a lot in common with golf.
Now if they were to suddenly pick up those rocks and toss them at one another we might have the makings of a real sport! At least then you could clearly define the winners from the losers. But as it is I’m left scratching my head to hear that the Americans lost, “Get the hell out of here!” Says I, “THEY DIDN’T DO ANYTHING HOW CAN THEY POSSIBLY LOSE?”
I know what you’re thinking, I know. You’re saying that curling isn’t as easy as it looks and therefore deserves a spot in the Olympics. But, neither is falling down a flight of steps easy. I wouldn’t want that included as an Olympic sport either.
To the American men’s team I would say, take heart, if you don’t tell I won’t tell anyone you lost and it will remain our little secret.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Going Postal
I got into a conversation the other day with a pea-brain who was supporting corporations. He claimed the company he works for.. or rather.. WORKED for, gives a crap. HA! Not! I tried to explain to this knothead that there isn't a corporation in America today that really gives a crap about anyone. What all corporations care about is the bottom line. And perhaps that is how it should be, I don't know. The human side of me what's to scream foul. But the practical side says, what the hell, who cares?
But no matter which side you come down on you have to admit it's pretty damn funny that corporations want their employees to be loyal to them. Why? Most of these cowards in charge don't even have the guts to fire someone face-to-face in this lame society of ours today. The guy I mentioned at the start of this rant got the ax in a freak'n letter! One poor slob got his firing through a text message! LOL LOL LOL... I expect a bump in the sale of AK47s along the way. I'm sure someone is just dying to go postal on someone's ass. I mean, isn't that what you do when things don't go your way?
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
The Mess We're In
Some bar flies were sitting around talking politics recently. One man claimed that Obama will straighten out the mess George W. left behind.
Another man claimed Obama IS the mess George W. left behind. While a third man claimed it was Bill Clinton who's to blame because he was too busy chasing tail to pay any attention to the threats building around him.
Then an old codger way at the back of the bar stood up, whipped down his zipper and pissed all over the table he was drinking at. He then calmly sat back down, raised his mug and yelled, "Fuck you all!"
Another man claimed Obama IS the mess George W. left behind. While a third man claimed it was Bill Clinton who's to blame because he was too busy chasing tail to pay any attention to the threats building around him.
Then an old codger way at the back of the bar stood up, whipped down his zipper and pissed all over the table he was drinking at. He then calmly sat back down, raised his mug and yelled, "Fuck you all!"
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