Im really really pissed today, so my apologies beforehand for any offense to anyone.
Cracks knuckles...takes deep breath...clenches fists...
Last night, the movie "Che" premiered on South Beach. Obviously, it could only premiere in a part of my city that has no soul and is all about appearances and who's fucking who than it is about reality. had this movie been about the real che guevara, it's premiere would have been ubiquitous here in Miami, but, alas, the film is fiction to anyone that knows the true nature of the man.
And no one knows that true nature better than those Cubans now living here in exile. men and women whose families were torn apart by the very same man - The Butcher of la Cabaña - that this movie so adulates.
It was a smll faction of those exiles - a few of the remaining - that showed up to yesterdays premiere in protest. They werent there to take anything away from anyone, they werent there to opress anyone, they werent there trying to force anything on anyone. They were there simply for one thing and one thing only:RESPECT. Respect for their pain.
Yet certain local bloggers here - who couldnt hold a fucking candle to the dignity, strength, perseverance, suffering and conviction that these old Cubans possess - proceeded to ridicule and criticize these protesters. They called them intransigent hardliners, fascists, extremists, terrorists, and every denigration in the book. They laughed at them. Made cruel jokes and poked fun at their convictions and their sufferings.
MOTHERFUCKERS. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD MOTHERLESS FUCKS CAN NOT ONLY GO AND FUCK THE FUCK OFF, BUT THEY CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES right after I go their their FUCKING HOMES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT, BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEIR FUCKING FATHERS, SONS ANND BROTHERS, TAKE SAME AWAY FROM THEIR FUKCING HOMES UNDER BRUTAL DURESS AND FUCKING GUNPOINT, THROW THEM INTO A DISGUSTING FUCKING FECES LADEN PUTRID FUCKING JAIL CELL, LET THE FUCKING YOUNG ONES BE FUCKING SODOMIZED, BEAT AND TORTURE THEM MERCILESSLY THEN BLINDFOLD THEM, STAND THEM AGAINST A BLOODSTAINED WALL AND EXECUTE THEM WITHOUT FUCKING PREJUDICE. THEN, I WILL TAKE THEIR MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, SISTERS, DAUGHTERS AND WIVES AND PARADE THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR DEAD FUCKING BODIES AT THE BASE OF THAT BLOOD STAINED FUCKING WALL - JUST LIKE CHE GUEVARA DID TO THOSE PROTESTER'S FAMILIES IN CUBA.
YOU BUNCH OF HEARTLESS FUCKING SCUM OF THE FUCKING EARTH MOTHERFUCKING LINT OF HUMANITY. USELESS, HOLIER THAN THOU FUCKING ENTITLED BASTARD MOTHERFUCKING FUCKRAGS.
AND STEVEN SODEBERG, BENICIO DEL TORO, ETAL, THE SAME GOES FOR YOU TWO, YOU MOTHERLESS FUCKS. I HOPE YOU GET THE SAME PAIN YOUR FUCKING SHIT OF A FUCKING TRIBUTE MOVIE HAS CAUSED THIS COMMUNITY A MILLION FOLD. MAY YOUR FUCKING FAMILIES SUFFER AND PATY FOR YOUR FUCKING IDIOCY IN FUCKING BLOOD AND TEARS, YOU BRAINLESS FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS. YOU ARE SHITSTAINS ON HUMANITY.
Val, Did you see it? Is it one of those dumb-ass films that whitewashes all the bad stuff and makes Che look like a teddy bear? I can understand your anger. Every fucking movie I've ever seen about Northern Ireland portrays the noble, revolutionary struggle of the IRA against their evil British opressors. Every last one of them can fuck off.
Aw, man, Bill. Cancer can fuck off from me, too. That sucks.
And I'm not even Hispanic, and I have a tenuous-at-best grasp of mid-20th century history, and *I* know that Che was a murdering bastard who is burning in Hell as we speak. How did I get to be smarter than the Hollywood elite?
Oh, and my f-offs look pretty petty compared to both of those, but what the heck:
1. the song "No More Blue Christmases" can fuck right off. What a stupid song. What an asinine misunderstanding of what this season is about:
"Last year when I had to send my Christmas cards/I had to sign my name alone"
Oh, wah. You and every widow, widower, divorcee, unmarried person and people in probably several other categories I am forgetting, Natalie. If it pains you so much, just don't send the damn cards.
"Last year when I had to buy my Christmas gifts/I had to do it on my own"
Again, wah wah wah. Do you know how many married couples there are where one member does all the shopping because the other member is either disabled, works 95 hours a week, or just isn't a very good shopper? And again, all the single people, divorced people, widowed people. Trust me, you are not a special snowflake with special problems no one else understands.
And then the real kicker: "I just had to meet you/to make Christmas seem worthwhile"
Oh, and the birth of our Savior just doesn't do it for ya, Natalie?
I'm sorry but I just have such a white-hot hate for this song. And it's on heavy-rotation on the holiday music channel here. So I can't even listen to the holiday-music channel for fear of having my buzz harshed by the "First I was pathetic and now I am smug" tone of the song.
2. And a pre-emptive fuck off to any and all news stories aimed at:
a. "Times are so bad, how dare we celebrate?" b. "Christmas food is delicious but wow it can pack on the pounds" c. "Celebrating is, like, really really bad for the environment."
Shut up, killjoys. People still celebrated Christmas during the Depression. They still celebrated it during World War II. Sometimes it is good to just relax and go "I'm going to have fun AND I AM NOT GOING TO FEEL GUILTY."
Stop, stupid news people. Stop trying to pee in our collective cornflakes with your stories of how we should feel so terribly, terribly guilty if we are warm and dry and fed and can afford to put up Christmas decorations and give gifts. Stop taking something that is fun and good and trying to ruin it.
(And trust me - in a few weeks, are any of those telling us "proles" to have a sad Christmas because celebrating rapes mama Gaia going to talk about the "excesses" of the inauguration? Let us have this celebration, just as you will let all of Washington have its in a few weeks, OK?)
I endorse the FOs for cancer, that murderous bastard Che, and those Hollywood SFBs who have locked their lips to Che's decayed ass.
I gotta say, I am overwhelmed by today's posts, and feel humbled in the presence of such greatness. I'll drop my FFOT comments, but they will be puny in comparison.....
First of all, let's hear it for the resident self-centered control freak with an attention deficit AND an inferiority complex, where I work. How the FUCK did you make so far in your shit stained career without being clapped into a mental institution, let alone rising so far in the fucking ranks that you are, honest to God, it's the fuckin' truth, one of the top 5 people in our organization? God, the pains that we inflict upon ourselves! I think it would less of a problem to kneecap myself with a bazooka.
I've briefed you, what, THREE times on a single issue, and it's like I never said a word. Every fucking thing that I said and did went in one ear, and out the other. Which tells me that your fucking brains rolled out of your fucking ear LONG AGO. I pity the bugs that ate it, they probably died in screaming agony.
Yeah, I get it, you don't trust me. Fine, I can deal with that, after having dealt with your flying monkeys years before you arrived here. But if you're going to micromanage, FUCKING REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID A WEEK AGO. Don't look like asswipe in search of a roller to hang from.
Oh, yeah, thanks a fucking heap for fucking around my office on that fucking "special project" where you DEMANDED my direct support, forced us to work shorthanded for months, and then very quietly shut down the project after finding out it has ZERO support outside of the circle jerk that you run.
TW: sadist. Highly appropriate, given the subject of my FFOT rant.
1. A second student plagiarized on the last paper of the semester. I e-mailed her to let her know that she'd failed the paper and the class, and she had the gall to e-mail me back, saying that she'd just forgot to cite her sources, could she please re-do the paper?
Fuck you, you fucking little bint. Do you FUCKING think I FUCKING can't tell the FUCKING difference between FUCKING FORGETTING TO CITE A SOURCE AND FUCKING COPYING AND PASTING HUGE FUCKING CHUNKS OF FUCKING TEXT FROM FUCKING FREE ESSAY WEBSITES TO MAKE YOUR FUCKING PARAGRAPHS? Do you think I am so FUCKING stupid as to FUCKING BUY YOUR PATHETIC FUCKING EXCUSE AND FUCKING LET UP?
It's easy to tell the difference between a forgotten citation and full-on plagiarism. It never fails to amaze me that students don't realize we can tell.
2. My abusive sperm donor's sister can fuck the fuck off for thinking that she can lie about my mother under oath in a court of law to protect her brother, and that I wouldn't hold a grudge. She can fuck off for reminding me of the trauma that was my childhood in the sperm donor's sole custody. She can fuck RIGHT THE FUCK OFF FOR COMING TO MY MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER'S FUNERAL AND TRYING TO FUCKING TOUCH ME.
That part of my genetics is why I don't go to church, and don't trust ministers--and the whole bunch of them can fuck the fucking fuck off.
The sperm donor beat thyroid cancer about 12 years ago. It's the only time I can think of where I'd have preferred cancer to win.
Sorry for the extra long rant. Little things are bothering me a lot more now that I'm short on sleep. (The only little thing that isn't bothering me right now just puked on me.)
The little one is gaining weight despite the acid reflux...a full pound in about two weeks is really good weight gain. The doc will be switching him from Zantac to Prevacid to see if that helps some.
Like JeffS, I am also humbled in the presence of greatness, and I have no FOs I would want to inflict this presence. So I'll just add a second (third?) to Bill's and Val's and Ricki's and Jeff's and HH's. And anybody else I may have missed.
Amen to what everybody else's FO's. (Are they running a special on jerks and idiots this week?)
Laryngitis can fuck off with a barrelful of putrified snot and warm salt water gargle. I haven't been able to speak intelligibly for almost a week now. I'm supposed to sing tomorrow and it's worrying me that my voice might cut out halfway through.
Water mains that decide to break right before the morning commute can fuck off, too. I was on time every day for school until that shit happened yesterday.
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My father's esophageal cancer can fuck the fuck off. Fucking cancer. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Im really really pissed today, so my apologies beforehand for any offense to anyone.
Cracks knuckles...takes deep breath...clenches fists...
Last night, the movie "Che" premiered on South Beach. Obviously, it could only premiere in a part of my city that has no soul and is all about appearances and who's fucking who than it is about reality. had this movie been about the real che guevara, it's premiere would have been ubiquitous here in Miami, but, alas, the film is fiction to anyone that knows the true nature of the man.
And no one knows that true nature better than those Cubans now living here in exile. men and women whose families were torn apart by the very same man - The Butcher of la Cabaña - that this movie so adulates.
It was a smll faction of those exiles - a few of the remaining - that showed up to yesterdays premiere in protest. They werent there to take anything away from anyone, they werent there to opress anyone, they werent there trying to force anything on anyone. They were there simply for one thing and one thing only:RESPECT. Respect for their pain.
Yet certain local bloggers here - who couldnt hold a fucking candle to the dignity, strength, perseverance, suffering and conviction that these old Cubans possess - proceeded to ridicule and criticize these protesters. They called them intransigent hardliners, fascists, extremists, terrorists, and every denigration in the book. They laughed at them. Made cruel jokes and poked fun at their convictions and their sufferings.
MOTHERFUCKERS. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD MOTHERLESS FUCKS CAN NOT ONLY GO AND FUCK THE FUCK OFF, BUT THEY CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES right after I go their their FUCKING HOMES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT, BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEIR FUCKING FATHERS, SONS ANND BROTHERS, TAKE SAME AWAY FROM THEIR FUKCING HOMES UNDER BRUTAL DURESS AND FUCKING GUNPOINT, THROW THEM INTO A DISGUSTING FUCKING FECES LADEN PUTRID FUCKING JAIL CELL, LET THE FUCKING YOUNG ONES BE FUCKING SODOMIZED, BEAT AND TORTURE THEM MERCILESSLY THEN BLINDFOLD THEM, STAND THEM AGAINST A BLOODSTAINED WALL AND EXECUTE THEM WITHOUT FUCKING PREJUDICE. THEN, I WILL TAKE THEIR MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, SISTERS, DAUGHTERS AND WIVES AND PARADE THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR DEAD FUCKING BODIES AT THE BASE OF THAT BLOOD STAINED FUCKING WALL - JUST LIKE CHE GUEVARA DID TO THOSE PROTESTER'S FAMILIES IN CUBA.
YOU BUNCH OF HEARTLESS FUCKING SCUM OF THE FUCKING EARTH MOTHERFUCKING LINT OF HUMANITY. USELESS, HOLIER THAN THOU FUCKING ENTITLED BASTARD MOTHERFUCKING FUCKRAGS.
AND STEVEN SODEBERG, BENICIO DEL TORO, ETAL, THE SAME GOES FOR YOU TWO, YOU MOTHERLESS FUCKS. I HOPE YOU GET THE SAME PAIN YOUR FUCKING SHIT OF A FUCKING TRIBUTE MOVIE HAS CAUSED THIS COMMUNITY A MILLION FOLD. MAY YOUR FUCKING FAMILIES SUFFER AND PATY FOR YOUR FUCKING IDIOCY IN FUCKING BLOOD AND TEARS, YOU BRAINLESS FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS. YOU ARE SHITSTAINS ON HUMANITY.
Tainted Bill,
Fuck off to your dad's esophageal cancer.
Bill,
That fucking sucks. SUCKS.
Val,
Did you see it? Is it one of those dumb-ass films that whitewashes all the bad stuff and makes Che look like a teddy bear? I can understand your anger. Every fucking movie I've ever seen about Northern Ireland portrays the noble, revolutionary struggle of the IRA against their evil British opressors. Every last one of them can fuck off.
Oh christ, Bill, I'm so sorry to hear!
And sorry I've been slacking here, Ken. Between the holidays and a funky work schedule, I keep forgetting it's Friday!
Yeah me too. Been going crazy.
And CCFOAD!
Aw, man, Bill. Cancer can fuck off from me, too. That sucks.
And I'm not even Hispanic, and I have a tenuous-at-best grasp of mid-20th century history, and *I* know that Che was a murdering bastard who is burning in Hell as we speak. How did I get to be smarter than the Hollywood elite?
Oh, and my f-offs look pretty petty compared to both of those, but what the heck:
1. the song "No More Blue Christmases" can fuck right off. What a stupid song. What an asinine misunderstanding of what this season is about:
"Last year when I had to send my Christmas cards/I had to sign my name alone"
Oh, wah. You and every widow, widower, divorcee, unmarried person and people in probably several other categories I am forgetting, Natalie. If it pains you so much, just don't send the damn cards.
"Last year when I had to buy my Christmas gifts/I had to do it on my own"
Again, wah wah wah. Do you know how many married couples there are where one member does all the shopping because the other member is either disabled, works 95 hours a week, or just isn't a very good shopper? And again, all the single people, divorced people, widowed people. Trust me, you are not a special snowflake with special problems no one else understands.
And then the real kicker: "I just had to meet you/to make Christmas seem worthwhile"
Oh, and the birth of our Savior just doesn't do it for ya, Natalie?
I'm sorry but I just have such a white-hot hate for this song. And it's on heavy-rotation on the holiday music channel here. So I can't even listen to the holiday-music channel for fear of having my buzz harshed by the "First I was pathetic and now I am smug" tone of the song.
2. And a pre-emptive fuck off to any and all news stories aimed at:
a. "Times are so bad, how dare we celebrate?"
b. "Christmas food is delicious but wow it can pack on the pounds"
c. "Celebrating is, like, really really bad for the environment."
Shut up, killjoys. People still celebrated Christmas during the Depression. They still celebrated it during World War II. Sometimes it is good to just relax and go "I'm going to have fun AND I AM NOT GOING TO FEEL GUILTY."
Stop, stupid news people. Stop trying to pee in our collective cornflakes with your stories of how we should feel so terribly, terribly guilty if we are warm and dry and fed and can afford to put up Christmas decorations and give gifts. Stop taking something that is fun and good and trying to ruin it.
(And trust me - in a few weeks, are any of those telling us "proles" to have a sad Christmas because celebrating rapes mama Gaia going to talk about the "excesses" of the inauguration? Let us have this celebration, just as you will let all of Washington have its in a few weeks, OK?)
I endorse the FOs for cancer, that murderous bastard Che, and those Hollywood SFBs who have locked their lips to Che's decayed ass.
I gotta say, I am overwhelmed by today's posts, and feel humbled in the presence of such greatness. I'll drop my FFOT comments, but they will be puny in comparison.....
First of all, let's hear it for the resident self-centered control freak with an attention deficit AND an inferiority complex, where I work. How the FUCK did you make so far in your shit stained career without being clapped into a mental institution, let alone rising so far in the fucking ranks that you are, honest to God, it's the fuckin' truth, one of the top 5 people in our organization? God, the pains that we inflict upon ourselves! I think it would less of a problem to kneecap myself with a bazooka.
I've briefed you, what, THREE times on a single issue, and it's like I never said a word. Every fucking thing that I said and did went in one ear, and out the other. Which tells me that your fucking brains rolled out of your fucking ear LONG AGO. I pity the bugs that ate it, they probably died in screaming agony.
Yeah, I get it, you don't trust me. Fine, I can deal with that, after having dealt with your flying monkeys years before you arrived here. But if you're going to micromanage, FUCKING REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID A WEEK AGO. Don't look like asswipe in search of a roller to hang from.
Oh, yeah, thanks a fucking heap for fucking around my office on that fucking "special project" where you DEMANDED my direct support, forced us to work shorthanded for months, and then very quietly shut down the project after finding out it has ZERO support outside of the circle jerk that you run.
TW: sadist. Highly appropriate, given the subject of my FFOT rant.
Got a couple this week.
1. A second student plagiarized on the last paper of the semester. I e-mailed her to let her know that she'd failed the paper and the class, and she had the gall to e-mail me back, saying that she'd just forgot to cite her sources, could she please re-do the paper?
Fuck you, you fucking little bint. Do you FUCKING think I FUCKING can't tell the FUCKING difference between FUCKING FORGETTING TO CITE A SOURCE AND FUCKING COPYING AND PASTING HUGE FUCKING CHUNKS OF FUCKING TEXT FROM FUCKING FREE ESSAY WEBSITES TO MAKE YOUR FUCKING PARAGRAPHS? Do you think I am so FUCKING stupid as to FUCKING BUY YOUR PATHETIC FUCKING EXCUSE AND FUCKING LET UP?
It's easy to tell the difference between a forgotten citation and full-on plagiarism. It never fails to amaze me that students don't realize we can tell.
2. My abusive sperm donor's sister can fuck the fuck off for thinking that she can lie about my mother under oath in a court of law to protect her brother, and that I wouldn't hold a grudge. She can fuck off for reminding me of the trauma that was my childhood in the sperm donor's sole custody. She can fuck RIGHT THE FUCK OFF FOR COMING TO MY MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER'S FUNERAL AND TRYING TO FUCKING TOUCH ME.
That part of my genetics is why I don't go to church, and don't trust ministers--and the whole bunch of them can fuck the fucking fuck off.
The sperm donor beat thyroid cancer about 12 years ago. It's the only time I can think of where I'd have preferred cancer to win.
Sorry for the extra long rant. Little things are bothering me a lot more now that I'm short on sleep. (The only little thing that isn't bothering me right now just puked on me.)
HH - don't apologize. FFOT rants can be as long as you need them to be.
How's the little guy coming along? Is he better and adjusting to his new home? I hope so.
The little one is gaining weight despite the acid reflux...a full pound in about two weeks is really good weight gain. The doc will be switching him from Zantac to Prevacid to see if that helps some.
Thanks for asking. :D
Like JeffS, I am also humbled in the presence of greatness, and I have no FOs I would want to inflict this presence. So I'll just add a second (third?) to Bill's and Val's and Ricki's and Jeff's and HH's. And anybody else I may have missed.
I just want to add this to Ricki's: They even celebrated Christmas in the trenches in WWI. Even Paul McCartney was there!
Here's a better picture of McCartney, the dude on the left. And he wasn't even born until 25 years later. Simply amazing!
Bill--very sorry to hear! CCFOAD!
Amen to what everybody else's FO's. (Are they running a special on jerks and idiots this week?)
Laryngitis can fuck off with a barrelful of putrified snot and warm salt water gargle. I haven't been able to speak intelligibly for almost a week now. I'm supposed to sing tomorrow and it's worrying me that my voice might cut out halfway through.
Water mains that decide to break right before the morning commute can fuck off, too. I was on time every day for school until that shit happened yesterday.
Uh, you can ignore that "what" in my second paragraph there. I can't speak, I can't read. . .
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