When you sign up for the military, you assume a certain degree of risk. There are all kinds of dangers - the obvious warfighting ones to the tragic training accidents. But fuckers like Nidal Malik Hasan add to that degree of risk by being fucking insane. He has discredited everything he has ever stood for. There's a special place in hell for bastards like this.
The media can fuck off for not mentioning that Hasan was the son of Palastinian West Bank immigrants, that he was a devout Muslim, that he was disciplined for trying to get his mental health patients and coworkers to convert to Islam, that he visited terrorist-run websites and chat boards.
The pointed head dipshit fuckwits who read the news are, by a very narrow margin, slightly above room temperature in IQ and disposition. I am unsure how those automatons can sleep at night.
That the entire NATURE, nurture, and religious leaning of this insane fuckzealot can be glossed over, ignored, overlooked and not mentioned as the cheese-dipped REASON for yesterday's tragedy? The minimal utterances of "poor performance" on some channels are sad and pathetic and incredible.
Dear Leader now wants Americans not to "jump to conclusions on Ft. Hood shooting." Okay then, boss man. What should I do? Assume he needed more love and perhaps had a bad day?
Clients who won't return phone calls can FO. Especially when it's someone else's clients and I'm just calling them to make arrangements the salesman didn't have time to make.
The neighbor who is "too polite" to talk to me, but keeps calling the police about my lawn, can fuck off with thistly grass clippings. Look, I'm not retired and living alone with a ton of landscaping equipment in the garage. I work two jobs and my wife and grown kids are in school full-time, while my wife also copes with three little ones. We simply don't have the fucking time to keep a well-manicured lawn. Just be fucking grateful there's not a rusty truck on blocks out there.
I suppose it's better than a homeowner's association comprised entirely of bored retirees. My dad calls 'em lawn nazis. In his neighborhood in Albuquerque, they practically patrol the streets with measuring tape to make sure not a single blade of grass exceeds the allowed length.
Getting work dumped on me at the last minute can fuck off. My position is not permanent for the year, so I get left out a meeting, and then I'm the only one available in the library. We don't get prep time like regular teachers, and I've been helping classes every period, all this week. When the fuck am I supposed to pull a research guide together for Monday?
Meetings can fuck off, anyway. One got scheduled on top of the NaNoWriMo write-a-thon I've been coordinating with SIX writing classes for the past MONTH. Of all the days available in November, somebody has to go and pick the same fucking day to have a meeting that I am required to attend? Grrr.
And yes, the Yankees can fuck off with entitled cheese and overpaid knobs on.
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When you sign up for the military, you assume a certain degree of risk. There are all kinds of dangers - the obvious warfighting ones to the tragic training accidents. But fuckers like Nidal Malik Hasan add to that degree of risk by being fucking insane. He has discredited everything he has ever stood for. There's a special place in hell for bastards like this.
The media can fuck off for not mentioning that Hasan was the son of Palastinian West Bank immigrants, that he was a devout Muslim, that he was disciplined for trying to get his mental health patients and coworkers to convert to Islam, that he visited terrorist-run websites and chat boards.
The pointed head dipshit fuckwits who read the news are, by a very narrow margin, slightly above room temperature in IQ and disposition. I am unsure how those automatons can sleep at night.
That the entire NATURE, nurture, and religious leaning of this insane fuckzealot can be glossed over, ignored, overlooked and not mentioned as the cheese-dipped REASON for yesterday's tragedy? The minimal utterances of "poor performance" on some channels are sad and pathetic and incredible.
Dear Leader now wants Americans not to "jump to conclusions on Ft. Hood shooting." Okay then, boss man. What should I do? Assume he needed more love and perhaps had a bad day?
Clients who won't return phone calls can FO. Especially when it's someone else's clients and I'm just calling them to make arrangements the salesman didn't have time to make.
The neighbor who is "too polite" to talk to me, but keeps calling the police about my lawn, can fuck off with thistly grass clippings. Look, I'm not retired and living alone with a ton of landscaping equipment in the garage. I work two jobs and my wife and grown kids are in school full-time, while my wife also copes with three little ones. We simply don't have the fucking time to keep a well-manicured lawn. Just be fucking grateful there's not a rusty truck on blocks out there.
Joel,
Your neighbor calls the police about your LAWN?!?! Is there somebody bleeding standing on it?
WV: gallicis: what neighbors who call cops over landscaping have.
Trying to catch up at work after a week off can fuck off.
Your neighbor calls the police about your LAWN?!?! Is there somebody bleeding standing on it?
Just a truck canopy and a few tools. But that's the downside to a small town: the city has time to hassle us about things like that.
I suppose it's better than a homeowner's association comprised entirely of bored retirees. My dad calls 'em lawn nazis. In his neighborhood in Albuquerque, they practically patrol the streets with measuring tape to make sure not a single blade of grass exceeds the allowed length.
And on a lighter note fuck the Yankees with jalapeno cheese covered knobs and razor blades
Getting work dumped on me at the last minute can fuck off. My position is not permanent for the year, so I get left out a meeting, and then I'm the only one available in the library. We don't get prep time like regular teachers, and I've been helping classes every period, all this week. When the fuck am I supposed to pull a research guide together for Monday?
Meetings can fuck off, anyway. One got scheduled on top of the NaNoWriMo write-a-thon I've been coordinating with SIX writing classes for the past MONTH. Of all the days available in November, somebody has to go and pick the same fucking day to have a meeting that I am required to attend? Grrr.
And yes, the Yankees can fuck off with entitled cheese and overpaid knobs on.
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