I was going to write a long rant about a neighboring psycho hose beast bitch succubus whose nicest personality trait is her cruel streak, but then I saw the light. Realizing that she's a psycho hose beast bitch succubus, probably being a result of mental illness, I decided that she was more worthy of pity than anger. It must be miserable going through life that petty and bitter. She doesn't deserve my Fuck Off.
But the jackass who doesn't look for pedestrians when he's making a right turn does. Pay some fucking attention to where your stupid car is heading, dumb fuck.
Take it away.
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Oh, so much:
1. Whoever the jackass congresscritter who commented that it was "good" that health care "reform" was being pushed through now, because the rest of the population was paying attention to the panoply of Michael Jackson coverage because it would go better without "input from the sidelines" can FTFO with enema bags, hypodermics, and every other nasty medical thing.
"Without input from the sidelines" = we can ram through whatever crap we want while the sheeple are distracted, muah ha ha.
2. The cap and trade bill - all 3000 or whatever pages of it - can FTFO. How many trees got killed to write that bill? A lot, I bet. More than taxing citizens out of existence is likely to save.
3. The jackasses who can't use OTC meds correctly, who OD on them, and who lead our increasingly Nanny Bubble Wrap government to consider banning that medication, even though 90% of the people who take it do so responsibly.
4. Just in general, the Nanny Bubble Wrap state can FTFO with extreme prejudice. I do not want to be told what I can eat, what car I can drive, how much water I can use, what temperature I can set my A/C at....especially when the ones making the rules seem to be exempt from them.
5. All the people calling for another giant sucking sound out of taxpayer's pockets, a/k/a another round of "stimulus" money.
v/w: ingsmash. What is happening to the credit rating of a certain insurance group?
Cancer. I didn't even know one of my very dear friends had it, until she died from complications of her first chemo treatment.
And all of what Ricki said...with the addendum that Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood can FUCK THE FUCK OFF for wanting to "coerce people out of their cars" and into public transportation.
Look, douchenozzle, that only works in Europe. It barely works on the coasts with the population density there. It will not work in flyover country.
And those of us in flyover country are well aware of our God-given rights that the government is Constitutionally prohibited from messing with. We are well aware that this is our country, we will not be treated like the Russian serfs under communism, and we will not be coerced into anything.
Fuck you, you fucking bag of rotten camel ejaculate. We are citizens, not fucking subjects. If you fucking want fucking subjects to fucking take things away from and fucking coerce into what you fuckwits deem proper fucking behavior, MOVE TO FUCKING EUROPE.
The douchenozzle who parks his lawnmower trailer behind my truck every fucking Friday can take his penny-ante business and fuck off.
"Can't you park someplace else?"
Well, you see, I would if it weren't my motherfucking driveway. And putting a new dollop of Skoal under your lip while we talk is about as attractive as rubbing a smear of dogshit on your upper lip, and shows about the same amount of class....
Take your shitass lawnmower trailer, and park it in the ditch, or raise your rates and take a ticket for parking on the sidewalk. This way, we don't have the same argument for a FIFTH straight week.
I just finished a week long trip to check out a problem on a project, and came back with a pretty good plan. Upon returning, I found that everyone is hyperanxious to know what we found, because "the contractors want to know what we found". And everyone is anxious because the CEO has decreed this project to be a "no failure" zone, thus creating the hyperanxiety. Thus....
All you hyperanxious people, CHILL THE FUCK OUT. Now. I haven't even briefed my supervisors, and you're calling around behind my back for information. SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AND WAIT UNTIL A FUCKING DECISION IS MADE BEFORE FUCKING HYPERVENTILATING. Jeez!
To the "No Failure" CEO: As I told my supervisor, "If there was one message I could give the CEO, it would be: 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY. I know this is screwed up, and I know why. And, in some part, you contributed to this. Want to tag me for it all? Fine! BUT GIVE ME A FUCKING CHANCE, GIVE ME TIME, AND DON'T AGITATE EVERYONE BECAUSE YOU ARE AN INSECURE PRICK WHO HATES CATCHING DARTS FOR TRYING TO MICROMANAGE SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND."
My boss declined to pass that on, although he agreed in more than just principal.
TW: nofockab. Yeah, no fucking way, Abby, huh?
To all of the above, indeed. In addition, Fridays can Fuck Off. Just on general principles.
Oh, and a special nod to Ricki's Nanny Bubble Wrap State. It nudged me to resurrect this picture, also noted at tFSotBoL.
The threat of socialism can fuck off. I can't take another day of hearing how it's inevitable that our education and health care systems are going over to socialism.
The inordinate racket that applying for education jobs has turned out to be can fuck off. I am seeking a real paying job. To apply for four real paying jobs today, I paid $8.25 in faxes, $5 in photocopies, and $3 in postage. That's more than I make for an hour of work (gross) at the library right now.
This one's for HH: CCFOAD. I can relate. I lost a friend to cancer and she didn't want anyone to see her sick, either. It actually felt worse to hear of what seemed like a sudden death.
Kate P.: when I applied for jobs, I spent $120 in paying for transcripts alone. Yes, some campuses charge you to mail out an 'official' transcript so you can get a job.
That doesn't include the postage, the special extra-high cotton paper to make my CV look good, the envelopes....
Ricki, when I applied to grad school, my first college charged me $7 to mail it to admissions. They let me mail in a check. Small school. I can't remember what my second college charged me but it was more than that AND they made me order it online with a credit card. (Transferring colleges complicates things but it was still worth it.)
Since nobody has specified, I am using the unofficial transcript from grad school. (One advantage of going to a school that wants you to do everything online--web access to tons of good stuff.) If prospective employers want an official one they'll have to ask me for it outright.
And hey, I just did the math and realized I got stiffed 6 hours on my paycheck this week. I have FO deja vu. And I am PO'd.
Val can FTFO. Oh man, I so want to go deep-sea fishing.
Val, I curse you with the fiery heat of a billion trillion beach-roasted marlins.
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