Friday, December 27, 2013


1.  The kids getting sick over Christmas can fuck right the fucking fuckety fuck off.

2.  The dog can fuck off.  Instead of going back to bed when I put the kids back to bed at seven (hopefully, more sleep will make them behave better and get them over this nasty cold faster), I got dressed to let the dog out on her leash.  Silly me--I shouldn't have bothered.  The dog had already shit in her kennel.

3. Leukodystrophy.  I have an older half sister in a nursing home with this.  She's four years and four months older than me, and doesn't remember me.  It's like Alzheimer's, only worse.

Friday, December 13, 2013


So, when I woke up this morning, I'd forgotten it was Friday.  By the time I remembered, the day was in full swing, but I didn't have anything to write about (other than wrenching my bad knee in my sleep--again).

Until I checked the news a bit ago.

And found something that fully disgusts me.

A university administrator for the University of Colorado has been placed on paid administrative leave while they gather enough chutzpah to fire the bitch.  Paid leave.

Because apparently, running a phone sex/soft core porn business during office hours apparently didn't pay enough.

And apparently, it just doesn't do to straight out fire her for neglecting her university job.  We can't expect her to do the same amount of work as her colleagues after all--she's a woman, and she's black.

The whole situation has me so infuriated and disgusted that I cannot muster the invective appropriate to the situation.

Story is here.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Friday, November 8, 2013


I'd found a story that pissed me off royally: here, a divorced or divorcing dad is being taken to court over whether or not he's a fit parent to his four year old boy, because he refused to take the kid to McDonalds.

I was angry.  I wanted to cunt-punt the bitch ruining her child into orbit.

And then...I started feeling kinda bad.  I gave it a little bit of time and a 32 oz bottle of water, thinking I might just need to drink some more, but just kept feeling worse.  Had a toddy, and it didn't help.

I feel like I have the flu: all over aches, and my skin hurts.  And I have to work today.

And that can fuck off.

Friday, November 1, 2013

a list

Radical feminists.  Radical feminists can fuck the fuck off.  So can radical Leftists, the radical Right, radical Christians, rabid radical evangelical atheists, radical Muslims...basically radical anything.  I cannot stand radicals, or radicalism. 

Parents.  Selfish parents.  Selfish parents who don't bother teaching their sprogs how to behave, who decide to go to a pep rally at a local school instead of taking small children trick-or-treating early, who simply don't care enough about their children to be parents.  Those people can fuck off with a rusty coat hanger. 

My colleagues who are proponents of Common Core can fuck the fucking fuckety fuck off.  The Lexiles aren't the only thing that sucks donkey dick--the whole thing is designed to create cogs for the national machine, much like Brave New World created alphas, betas, deltas, and gammas to fill certain positions in society, only without the artificial creation of mental disabilities to ensure the bottom layer is happy in their positions. 

Friday, October 25, 2013

the "Affordable" Care Act

I read, Wednesday, yesterday, and today, that millions of people are being dropped from their insurance because of the rules of the "Affordable" Care Act, and that those companies are expecting people to sign back up with them in the exchanges (that don't work).  Those companies can fuck the fucking fuck off.  How many of those were dropped for "insufficient" coverage, and how many of those would have rather kept their plans and paid the punitive punishment taxes?

There's also the factor that the fucking website doesn't fucking work.  The fucking fucks in charge of this abortion crossed with ass-rape with a sandpaper condom of a law decided, in their infinite wisdom, to hire the same company that Canada filed charges against for failing to create a working website within the budget proposed in the timeline proposed.  And they decided to hire that company without researching them, or even putting it to a bidding process!

So, yeah: the "Affordable" Care Act, and all of its authors, signatories, and supporters, can fuck the fucking fuck off.  And the signatories and authors can shove all six feet of the bill printed off up their individual asses. 

Friday, October 18, 2013

Fall Break and me.

Because I didn't have classes to teach on Monday, I completely forgot that today was Friday.  So I can FTFO for forgetting the FFOT.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Bonehead English

I'm actually in a decently good mood for being as tired as I am.  My Comp II class really far ahead of where I thought they would be at this point.  They're about a week ahead, which means that they'll have an extra week on their research paper. 

The Comp II class has an average grade on the first draft of the papers of about 95%.  They're really good this semester.

The Comp I class, on the other hand...the average grade is an 89%.  Most of the class gets 90/100 or higher; however...I have one student who came from Bonehead English.  Their average paper grade is around a 60%.  The student has been very ill-served, and I know why.

The Bonehead English director tells his instructors to not give students poor grades.  We wouldn't, after all, want the poor dears to get discouraged and drop out!  We can't possibly make it clear to them that they have a lot of work to do to come up to par for university level writing! 

The director of Bonehead English for my university can fuck off.  With the failing papers of his past students folded until they're all corners, and shoved up his ass sideways. 

Friday, October 4, 2013

political grandstanding.

Exactly what world do the idiots in charge live in that they think a government shutdown is going to make a nation already angry as fuck about the "Affordable" Care Act accept the shit sandwich we've been served with a smile and humble gratitude?  Where the fuck do they fucking think they live, fucking France?  Not even close, motherfuckers.  Yes, you have sheep, terrified and brainless, living in the cities with you.  However.  You fuckers have fucking forgotten flyover country. 

Take, for instance, your fucking cowardly, petty, and nasty decision to not just close national parks, but to close off monuments that are open air parks with no guards.  Especially the WWII memorial.  How much did it cost to rent barriers and put them up around that memorial, then staff it with guards, huh?  And why the fuck did you do it?  To make us feel the government shutdown?

And your timing was shit, and did you no fucking good whatsoever.  Those WWII vets you were trying to punish for the nation calling their representatives about your horrible laws?  Yeah, they weren't called The Greatest Generation for nothing, and you fuckstick dick-riders are fucking nothing compared to the Germans and Japanese.  Your little grandstanding there just fucking pissed the rest of us off. 

And it's the same with the fucking privately owned, funded, and run national monuments that you've fucking taken fucking ownership of for the duration of the "emergency."  That heritage farm?  Yeah, NOT YOURS.

Most of the nation (except for those who've lost their jobs because you fuckwits are too fucking stupid to fucking realize that you are not a fucking ruling class and we, the people are not fucking serfs) are FUCKING THANKFUL for the fucking government shutdown.  It fucking means you can't do anything else to fucking ass-rape the fucking nation with a god-damned fucking sandpaper fucking condom. 


Friday, September 20, 2013

mainstream media

The mainstream media can FTFO, for various reasons too numerous for me to have the time to go into.  Especially as I have grading to do before class, and I leave in an hour.

Friday, September 13, 2013

bad night

Whatever kept waking my children up screaming and in tears can fuck off so hard...they didn't sleep well, and don't feel too good this morning.  Same with me.

Friday, September 6, 2013

I got nothin'.

Other than having a fuck-ton of grading to do (basically, a metric shit-ton, which is a metric butt-ton), I haven't really got anything to complain about.

That doesn't mean that y'all ain't welcome to bitch in the comments, though.  Have at it.

Friday, August 30, 2013


Yesterday, a friend of mine was hospitalized because of changes to her insurance.   It's insisting that, for maintenance medicines like her diabetes testing supplies and insulin, she cannot use a local pharmacy, and must mail order three months' worth of her prescriptions at a time.  And neither the doctor's office, the insurance company, nor the mail order pharmacy are cooperating.  She ran out of both her meds and her testing supplies a week ago.

The same friend that went off about how her Aspie fiance should just man up and grow up, and learn to deal with changes and disappointments is now saying that my friend should have just done something and stayed on the insurance company, doctor's office, and pharmacy until she got what she needed, and that it was her fault for not, and her fiance's fault for not being able to find a job so that they can afford more.

It's not my friend's fault that her insurance changed.  It's not her fiance's fault that he can't find a job.  There is one thing behind both problems: the "Affordable" Care Act. 

And it's not just them, either.  Angel's also facing similar fallout in wanting to continue caring for her daughter.  

The authors of that particular ass-rape of a bill can fuck the fucking fuckety fuck off.  May they contract physical halitosis to match that of their spirits.  And may they be forced into a position where they face the consequences of their own horrible law, from really bad medical care to having their hours cut or their jobs eliminated. 

Friday, August 23, 2013

another list

Wearing heeled boots after five years of nothing but combat boots or tennis shoes is killing my feet and legs.  Especially after being on my feet in the classroom for nearly two hours straight for two days this week.  And that pain can fuck right the fucking fuck off. 

The "Affordable" Care Act can also fuck the fucking fuckety fuck off--just on the sheer principle of the things.

Angel's soon-to-be-ex-husband can fuck off with a cricket bat tipped with a cheese grater.  Reasons why are in the comments. 

Terrorists, physical or cyber, can fuck off.  May their 72 virgins all be clones of Helen Thomas, or demons with cocks the size of a Buick studded with backwards-facing spines.  Or maybe alternates, so that they never get used to the utter horror.

Assholes that kidnap and kill little girls.  Hopefully, the bastard gets the death penalty.  There should be laws passed that if someone kills a kid, they die within however long that child's life was.  By the same methods. 

Friday, August 16, 2013

late, I know...

Forgetting what day of the week it is can FTFO.

Rabid mold growth causing multi-week sinus problems in both adults in a four person household can fuck the fuck off.  Hot tea is no longer working.  Pseudo-Sudafed barely takes the edge off, and I can't take the real stuff.  Chili for lunch helped, but I'm not sure if I can take chili for supper, too.

The university "upgrading" student email accounts just before semester starts can fuck the fuck off.  Odysseus is having issues getting into his account to double-check for important announcements before classes start.

Kids acting out because they're bored and stir-crazy when you feel too shitty to take them outside can FTFO.

Politicians and naked money grabs can FTFO.  Thanks again, Governor Nixon, for being such a fucking douchenozzle, and signing that crap sandwich into law.

I think that's all, but someone's packed my sinuses with heavy clay, and I can't think straight.

Friday, August 9, 2013

more misc.

Parents who refuse to rearrange their lives around their kids can fuck off.  If they didn't want to be inconvenienced, why, for fuck's sake, did they have children to begin with?

People who continually make really bad choices, and expect to never have to face the consequences of their actions can fuck off so hard that their ancestors start kicking their ass when they die because of the violation they felt.

Two of my aunts in particular can fuck off.  One of them married a succession of idiots (one mortgaged her paid-off place to buy a bar...then proceeded to drink the profits, and refuses to abide by the divorce settlement to pay it off; the other took out credit cards in her name, and maxed them out...then started beating on her, and refuses to abide by the divorce settlement to pay them off), and whines about never having enough money to live on because she spends it on debt payments and stupid crap that she doesn't know how to use.  The other?  Yeah, the other is enabling this behavior.  She's not paying her own debts and loans, so that she can give money to the first aunt.

Both of those aunts are raising my mother's stress levels and blood they can fuck off.

Friday, August 2, 2013


A late night followed by an early morning starting a long day can fuck off, as can I for not getting to bed earlier than I did.

A good friend who refuses to hear how autism spectrum disorder is different from his own physical disability, and that an inability to cope with change isn't the same as his own refusal to grow the fuck up can fuck the fucking fuckety fuck off.  My son, while not on the spectrum, has much in common with autistic or Aspie kids, and I have a very good friend with Asperger's, bordering on full autism.  My friend's refusal to listen to how changes in routine damages their ability to cope with anything nearly had me telling him to fuck off and don't bother visiting while he's in the area, even though he lives in New Hampshire, and I haven't seen him for two years.

And my dog can fuck off for refusing to shit when we took her out twice before breakfast. 

Friday, July 26, 2013

debt collectors

My mother and several friends have had major issues with debt collectors.  Watching their struggles prompted us to pay ours all off, and ditch the credit cards. 

Debt collectors are sub-human at best, with spiritual halitosis that reeks of the blood of their victims.  At worst, they're a wart inside the anus of the world (that being telemarketers in general). 

Friday, July 19, 2013

My dog

My dog.  My dog can fuck off.  I love her to pieces, but she has shit in her crate every FUCKING morning this week. 

Friday, July 12, 2013

radical feminism

I've been trying to find something to send off this week, and then I ran across an article: there's been a study of whether or not ADHD drugs actually translate to improved grades and classroom performance (it doesn't).  But there was a figure that had me grinding my teeth--"277 boys and 93 girls were diagnosed with ADHD" out of a group of 5,700 children entered in the study.

Almost three times as many little boys diagnosed as not behaving like little girls in the classroom, sitting quietly and absorbing knowledge like well-behaved little sponges, who are then drugged into acting like a zombie.  Just because they're different from little girls. 

Radical feminism, and the idea the boys and girls are exactly the same can fuck right the fucking fuckety fuck off with a triple-sized cricket bat studded with rusty nails, broken glass, and razor wire jammed sideways somewhere dark, humid, and fragrant.

Boys are completely different from girls, and not just physically.  Nor are the differences socially constructed.   Boys run.  They jump.  They wiggle.  They're loud.  My son is exactly that way, but is not ADHD, despite his doctor suggesting he might be.  When he's interested in something, he can sit down quietly and focus on it for almost an hour at a time (and yes, that does include "reading," but he's kinda unique in that).  He's not quite five years old, so I find that incredibly impressive. 

Another reason radical feminsim can fuck the fuck off is because of pushing the concept of a complete lack of responsibility for women.  I know, right?  A movement that's supposed to argue for equality is trying to infantilize women.  That can definitely fuck off.  It's the root of the abortion movement, the root of no-fault divorce, and the honest root of the rise of the rise of obesity.

So, yeah.  Radical feminism can fuck off.

Friday, July 5, 2013

government overreach

I have two things on my list, this morning.  First: MassachusettsAgain.  Can fuck off with a cricket bat studded with rusty nails.  TJIC needs help, and definitely needs to move to a free country.

Second: this.  What are these people even doing getting a fucking tax refund in the first place?  They are not supposed to be here at all.  And the IRS has just demonstrated their incompetence by accepting multiple claims all from the same damned address.  And they expect us to believe that they can carry out the implementation of the only thing I've ever seen more complex to our tax code?

I'm so angry about these things that I'm speechless. 

Friday, June 28, 2013


Sudden onset ear pain can fuck off.  I can't focus on much.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Brainless idiots

Not just any brainless idiots.  Brainless idiots who do things they're afraid of to prove a point, and try to take rights away from the rest of us.

Like Heidi Yewman.  From her essay on Ms Magazine blog:
What’s got me jittery this morning is the 9mm Glock that’s holstered on my hip. Me, lead gun policy protester at the 2010 Starbuck’s shareholder meeting. Me, a board member of the Brady Campaign. Me, the author of a book about the impact of gun violence, Beyond the Bullet.
Okay.  If you're so shit scared of a fucking tool that can't do anything evil without an evil mind wielding it, why the fuck did you buy it?  And what are you going to do with it?  There is absofuckinglutely no fucking reason you have to have a gun.  Most criminals in concealed carry states are not going to attack you for fear that you might be carrying...because, chances are, there are those who will be, and the criminal can't tell the difference.
Yes, I bought a handgun and will carry it everywhere I go over the next 30 days. I have four rules: Carry it with me at all times, follow the laws of my state, only do what is minimally required for permits, licensing, purchasing and carrying, and finally be prepared to use it for protecting myself at home or in public.
Why? Following the Newtown massacre in December, the NRA’s Wayne LaPierre, told the country, “The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.”  I wondered what would it be like to be that good guy with a gun? What would it be like to get that gun, live with that gun, be out and about with that gun. Finally, what happens when you don’t want that gun any more?
 Oh.  You're a fucking mouth-breathing, hysterical female, engaging in histronics to prove a point that does not exist.  You, you fucking retarded twatwaffle-eating twunt, are the  perfect embodiment of a liberal talking point. 

Let me answer your questions: first, the Newton massacre happened because you and other idiots like you who are shit-scared of any fucking thing you are incapable of understanding, and have no desire to try to change that, forcibly disarm any who would protect the innocent from fucking nuts like Lanza.  Second, it feels damn good to be the good guy with the gun--if you have anything even remotely similar to a logical mind, you'd fucking realize that a gun plus a bit of education and training with it, grants a warm feeling of security.  Getting a gun begets a feeling of giddy glee because Yay!  New Gun!  Living with the gun is like living with a purse full of tools like a set of car keys (far, far more dangerous, you stupid shit-eating leftist cunt), a wallet with ID and cash and/or credit cards, and maybe a small flashlight.  What happens when you want to get rid of that gun is you take it to a licensed dealer, sell it, and walk out with about half of what you spent buying it.  He (or she) will then sell your gun to someone else who has to fill out a background check before they can buy it.
Getting the permit to carry a concealed weapon was simple. I filled out a form, had my fingerprints taken for a background check and paid $56.50. No training required. It took far longer to get my dog a license.
That is not the way it is everywhere.  I'm pretty sure you got a Utah license--which may or may not be legal in your state.  
I started my 30-day gun trial with a little window-shopping. I visited a gun show and two gun dealers. I ended up buying a Glock 9mm handgun from Tony, a gun dealer four miles from my house. I settled on this model because it was a smallish gun and because Tony recommended it for my stated purposes of protecting myself and my home.
It was obvious from the way I handled the gun that I knew nothing about firearms. Tony sold it to me anyway. The whole thing took 7 minutes. As a gratified consumer, I thought, “Well, that was easy.” Then the terrifying reality hit me, “Holy hell, that was EASY.”  Too easy. I still knew nothing about firearms.

Again, you are not the typical firearms buyer.  You are a hysterical female throwing a temper tantrum and trying to prove a point of how fucking stupid you actually are.

A real firearms buyer would be starting with a safety class, provided by either local law enforcement or the NRA.  Those classes start with the four rules of gun safety.  And also teach how to safely handle a gun without intending to shoot it (releasing the magazine and clearing it), then how to safely shoot it.

You, you fucking stupid cunt, are a complete and utter fucking moron trying to prove a point that all gunowners are irresponsible because you are, and you are now a gun owner.
Tony told me a Glock doesn’t have an external safety feature, so when I got home and opened the box and saw the magazine in the gun I freaked. I was too scared to try and eject it as thoughts flooded my mind of me accidentally shooting the gun and a bullet hitting my son in the house or rupturing the gas tank of my car, followed by an earth-shaking explosion. This was the first time my hands shook from the adrenaline surge and the first time I questioned the wisdom of this 30-day experiment.
Fucking stupid bitch.  New guns aren't shipped loaded.  Stupid mouthbreathing cunt.  Fuck off.

Oh, and this Tony person can fuck right off for being willing to sell your stupid ass a gun, and for selling you a Glock for your first gun.  You, Heidi, need a cute little pink .38 revolver with an impossible double action trigger.  Because you, Heidi, are the fucking reason gun store owners stereotype those of us who actually know what they're doing.
I needed help. I drove to where a police officer had pulled over another driver. Now, writing this, I realize that rolling up on an on-duty cop with a handgun in tow might not have been fully thought through.
Ha.  Y'think?  Too bad he didn't shoot your stupid fucking ass.  Your children would be far better off growing up without your idiocy infecting them.
I told him I just bought a gun, had no clue how to use it. I asked him to make sure there were no bullets in the magazine or chamber. He took the magazine out and cleared the chamber. He assured me it was empty and showed me how to look. Then he told me how great the gun was and how he had one just like it.
The cop thought I was an idiot and suggested I take a class. But up to that point I’d done nothing wrong, nothing illegal.
No, it's not illegal to be a stupid fucking cunt.  No, it's not illegal to buy a tool you have no idea how to use.  It is fucking stupid, and you are a fucking idiot.  Any other inexperienced gun owner would take a class.  And most concealed carry classes include a briefing on how to safely handle a gun.  It's your fault you chose one that didn't.  
So here I sit at Starbucks, and the irony couldn’t be thicker. On March 12, 2010, I was surrounded by big hairy men with guns on their hips, yelling at me as I led a protest against Starbuck’s gun policy. Today, I’m surrounded by five-year-old boys sitting with their moms at the next table. Now I’m the one with a gun on her hip. The gun makes me more fearful than I could have imagined.
That's because you are a fucking hysterical female.  And you can fuck off for making the rest of us look bad.  You are the reason I hate other women.
In some way, I feel a certain vindication. I was right to protest Starbucks policy. Today, they have a woman with absolutely no firearms training and a Glock on her hip sitting within arm’s reach of small children, her hands shaking and adrenaline surging.
No, you weren't vindicated.  You're a fucking idiot.  And you can fuck off, with your loaded gun that you don't know how to safely handle, and are too closed-minded, and too irresponsible to learn.

I am a responsible gun owner.  I've taken classes.  I've never shot anybody, never been tempted, and never had an accident with a gun--because I obey the four rules.  Which Heidi has obviously never heard of.  

Friday, June 14, 2013

My week was going pretty good...and then I saw the news on Thursday.  Several parts purely pissed me off. 

First up: Democratic Representative Bobby Rush can fuck right off with a giant rainbow horse dick for suggesting we need to stop calling illegal aliens "illegal" because that word is "extremely offensive."  Sure, you terroristic Black Panther twunt.  I'll stop calling them "illegal."  I'll start calling them wetbacks.  And rifle targets.  And you? 

Next: the Orwellian Affordable Care Act.  It isn't.  Need I say more

(By the way, you cock-biting cum-burping guttersluts--I am a part time English professor at a small university, and my family can't afford your so-called "cheapest" plan.)

Last, but not least...King Putt himself can fuck the fucking fuckety fuck off for deciding to fucking weigh in on the fucking side of the fucking Syrian rebels.  I don't give half a flying fuck at a rolling fucking donut that the Syrian government used chemical weapons.  Fucking good on them for that. 

Because the rebels that King Putt has decided to aid?  Have just pledged their allegiance to al-Qaeda

That makes the camel-humping knob gobbling mouth-breathing sand louse a fucking traitor.  That makes him even worse than I'd previously thought him. 

And, in honor of the religion to which he apparently ascribes...

Friday, June 7, 2013


Flashbacks that come out of fucking nowhere, with no triggering event to give warning, can fuck right the fuck off. 

Too emotionally exhausted to really rant after that.  How's y'all's week been?

Friday, May 31, 2013

Public school policies

Public schools in general and these three schools in specific can fuck right the fuck off.

First: how the fuck does a kid get fucking traumatized by a fucking plastic toy gun about an inch long?  Even if it is a fucking evil black rifle?  Simple: he doesn't.  The fucking pansy-ass leftist panty wad bus driver is so shit scared of guns he (or she) can't stand to see a little green army man's gun.  Betcha he'd be just as scared if he saw a real penis with testicles still attached, rather than removed, bronzed, and sitting on someone's mantle.

Second: the teacher was right to teach the kids about their fifth amendment rights.  Every student has a right to refuse to take a survey--especially one that has their name on the top.  The fucking school does not have the fucking right to fucking punish him for doing his job.  His job is to teach.  So fucking what if he used their fucking illegal survey asking questions about criminal behavior?  What, were they planning to turn the surveys over to the police (probably)?  Even better for him to have taught them that they have the right to NOT FUCKING ANSWER THOSE FUCKING QUESTIONS!!!


The wheels are coming off this country.  And it's nowhere more apparent than in the education system.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Howard Dean. 'nuff said.

Howard Dean,

What the fucking fuckety fuck was going through that fucking pea you call a brain when you fucking referred to the fucking horrible deaths of American ambassadorial staff as a FUCKING LAUGHABLE JOKE????  How in the fuck can you fucking justify what you just fucking said, you contemptible little shit? 

You, sirrah, are a fucking moron, with spiritual halitosis that makes a twenty-john-per-night whore's dripping rancidness smell like a fresh, spring breeze.  You are an ass-munching, camel-fellating, testosterone-deficient, piss-poor excuse for a man: you are a traitor to your nation.  A useful idiot that gives aid and comfort to an enemy in a time of war with the brain-farts that you permit to roll from your mouth. 

You can take your "laughable joke" shit and fold it until it's all corners, then shove it sideways up your ass so far that it tickles your sinuses and makes you sneeze. 

It makes me despair for my country that you were ever elected to public office, and that you made it to the Iowa primaries in '04.  Fuck you.  Fuck you very much. 

Friday, May 17, 2013

No words.

Fucker.  Don't want a kid?  Use a condom.  Do not get an abortion pill, relabel it as an antibiotic, and give it to your girlfriend who had picked out a name for the baby she'd seen on the ultrasound, and had planned to keep, whether your sorry ass was around or not.

I have no words harsh enough for this self-centered cuntdrip.  None.  May he be sentenced to death for first degree murder, and spend eternity being buggered by spike-dicked demons for what he's done. 


Friday, May 10, 2013


Carol Abar divorced the husband that was repeatedly raping her daughter.  She married the sonofabitch when her daughter was nine, and he started raping her then, and didn't stop until the girl moved out, and finally got the courage to tell her mother. 

And after she kicked the fucker to the curb, a fucking California judge fucking forced the woman to fucking pay alimony to her daughter's rapist. 

Not just no, but fuck no.  What the fucking fuck is fucking wrong with California???  So fucking what if she fucking makes more money than he does?  So fucking what if he never hit her?  He fucking raped her daughter.  Speaking as a mother, I assert that he fucking did more harm to her by fucking raping her daughter than he ever could have by laying one of his hands on her. 

That California judge can fuck the fucking fuck off.  So can Ed Abar, the fucking baby raping cuntdrip twatwaffle who's suing for the alimony payments to resume now that he's out of prison for raping his wife's daughter

Honestly, if I were Carol, I'd change my name back to my maiden name, and confront this man in a castle doctrine state, and shoot him when he physically attacks. 

Friday, May 3, 2013

I got nothin'.

My book is well on its way (though, if CreateSpace hadn't messed up the pagination in the Table of Contents the first time, it'd be available now).  Semester is done, and all I'll have to do today is grade revisions and turn in final grades Sunday night or Monday morning, leaving me free until August 19.  I seriously have no complaints about that.

I'm tired of bitching about my kitchen.  The counter top should be in and installed in two weeks, as should the drawer/door pulls that the salesprick forgot to order when he forgot to order the counter top.  So, I'm done bitching about that until the end of May (if it's not done by then).

Well...snow.  Snow in May.  That can fuck off.  As can having to walk the dog in the snow. (Although, seeing a squirrel slip on an icy patch on a tree trunk and faceplant in a patch of snow at the bottom of the tree was epic funny).

Friday, April 26, 2013

Lowes and Lowes' salespricks.

We have new cabinets.  They're very nice, and I like the way they brighten a very dark kitchen.

I have no counter tops.  No sink.  No way to have water in the kitchen.  The incompetent twerp working the sales desk said he told me that the counter tops would take two or three weeks from the measurements being taken after the cabinets got installed before they would be ready to be installed.

No.  No, he didn't tell me that.  Or I would have written off the charge for the measurements and gone elsewhere.

I am not happy.  This has gone beyond inconvenient into the realm of the ridiculous.  Words cannot express how very not happy I am.

The next bit of work we have done will not be done through Lowes.  The next appliance we need to buy will not be purchased through Lowes.  Any materials we need will not be purchased through Lowes.  I will not be rewarding their incompetence with any more of my money. 

I'd be using a lot more vitriol if it weren't for my head feeling like it wants to explode from pressure in my sinuses and ears.

Friday, April 19, 2013

for HisWiserAngel

Go leave her some love over at The Lonely Libertarian.  She needs it.  She's having to deal with lawyers.

From what I've gathered, she's got two daughters somewhere on the Autism spectrum.  Her oldest isn't capable of self care, and she's been fighting to be permitted to retain legal custody of her, as she's turning eighteen soon.

And Angel's being put through the wringer by assholes  suspicious that she simply wants to retain control of her daughter's disability checks.

May every cum-burping gutter-slut twatwaffle fuckwit mouthbreather who's standing in the way of a mother wanting to care for her daughter contract genital herpes with constant oozy outbreaks, and crabs.  At the same time.  May each and every one of these fuckstick cockbaiting queefstains lose their fucking job, and run afoul of each and every regulation that they're so enjoying slapping people with in their jobs.  May the pencil-dicked hermaphrodites get noisily explosive diarrhea during a conference call with higher ups, suddenly enough that they can't hit the mute button before it starts (and may the mute button fail to work), and may it happen for each time they've pulled this same bullshit with well-meaning parents, while letting the leeches milk the system without oversight. 

And may they spend the rest of their lives in severe discomfort and poverty, with the realization that they were sired by the only sperm that wasn't too stupid to swim away from that particular damaged egg, and that they're only capable of being douchebags because of that genetic deformity, but that their own mothers didn't love them enough to be willing to fight to care for them.

Friday, April 12, 2013


This pisses me off to the point I can't even rant about it.

Missouri state law requires the identities of concealed carry holders to be kept private.  No request for that information should have been granted.  It is, in short, an illegal action on the part of the highway patrol that released this information to anyone.

I am especially incensed because the requirements for getting a concealed carry permit in the state of Missouri includes having your fingerprints run, as well as your name, drivers' license, and social security number--which remains in your record.  This is to be used to search all law enforcement databases to ensure that you are, in fact, legal to own a gun in the first place.

Which includes whether or not you are, or have been in the past, adjudicated mentally unbalanced. 

The excuse--"We need to check against records of crazy people"--is, therefore, invalid.

The idiots that turned over the information need to be arrested, prosecuted, and then turned over to those of us that have CCWs, and were affected by their blatantly illegal identity theft.

Friday, April 5, 2013

A man in Ohio raped a six month old girl to take revenge on her mother for refusing to sleep with him (don't know if that was a one-time deal or constant, but it's still not an acceptable response).  The baby sustained injuries during the attack that killed her.  Pervo-boy goes to death row.  Now, he's requesting clemency.

No.  Not just hell no, but fucking hell no.  Not a fucking chance.  Johnny Pervo fucking needs to fucking die, but doesn't fucking deserve the fucking easy death that the fucking needle in his fucking arm would fucking grant the fucktard. 
No, no.  Mr. I Rape Babies for Fun fucking deserves exactly what he fucking dished out.  He fucking deserves to be ass-raped by a fucking Clydesdale.  A rainbow dyed one.  On Viagra.  Drunk enough that the stud doesn't realize he's inflicting grievous or fatal injuries on the fucker.  Or maybe an elephant.  Yeah, he deserves to be ass-raped by a fucking rainbow painted elephant on Viagra suffering from Priapism. 

And Mr. I'm Mad At My Girlfriend So I'm Gonna Rape Her Infant fucking deserves to have inflicted at the abso-fucking-lute least the same amount of fucking damage.  Or more.  Whatever it fucking takes for him to fucking die painfully from rectal and intestinal ruptures from being raped. 

You know, proper revenge for having raped a baby as revenge for her momma refusing to get it on with him while he's drunk.

And when he lands in his special level of hell, may he be greeted by a devil with a cock the size and shape of an anvil, who rapes him continuously.  You know, just to make sure he fully comprehends how horrific the act he committed was--babies live totally in the now.  That rape lasted for eternity for her.  It's only just for him to face the same.

Friday, March 29, 2013


They suck.  And can fuck off.  With cheezy knobs. 


Have a good weekend.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Chronically short on sleep

My brain and body can fuck off for refusing to let me get to sleep before midnight or one, despite knowing the kids will be up before eight the next morning. 

And I can fuck off for nearly forgetting to post this.

Friday, March 15, 2013


My father-in-law just lost a sister to it.  Cancer can FTFO. 

Friday, March 8, 2013


It's kind of all going to be below the fold, this morning.  This has been stewing for a few days.  Apparently, one stupid woman thinks that, to prevent more rapes, we need to teach men not to rape, not permit women to carry effective means of protection.

What.  The.  Fuck.  Less than five percent of men commit rape.  Men are not the only ones committing rape.  How the fucking hell does this fucking thundercunt think that fucking telling men, and only men not to rape is going to fucking change any-fucking-thing?  How the fucking hell does she think that a fucking criminal fucking individual will give a flying fuck about words when he or she doesn't give a flying fisting-job about the consequences they'll face when they're caught--prison, and being raped themselves??  The only fucking thing that might stop some of these creepy fuckers is the fucking fear that their chosen victim might fucking be armed and might fucking shoot their nasty asses to death.  And even that doesn't stop some of them.

I have an idea.  Let's put a shock collar on the cunt, linked to an electronic fence restricting her from leaving and drop her in an inner city.  Naked.  With the choice between a gun and words to stop any possible rape or other assault.  Let's see which she chooses, then tell her she can't have the gun without being a fucking hypocrite.

Friday, March 1, 2013

I got nothin'

Other than the never-ending slog of grading, and a general FO to politicians, politics, and school administrators, I got nothin'.  Have a good weekend.

Friday, February 22, 2013

late nights

Late nights, always followed by very early mornings, can FTFO.  I cannot seem to be able to settle down for sleep before one in the fucking morning.  I cannot shut my stupid fucking brain off.  And the kids just do not sleep later than about seven in the fucking morning. 

Friday, February 15, 2013

Run, honey, run.

I am...appalled.  I get that this teenage girl has ruined her life, and likely the life of the child she carries. 

However.  I do not think her parents have her best interests in mind.  Any parent who remarks that they should just slip their daughter the abortion pill, or who says that they ought to just drag her to the abortion clinic and force her to have an abortion, are nothing short of callous, selfish, self-centered, and evil.  The only thing they're likely worried about is how young they are to be grandparents, rather than focusing on their daughter, who wants to do the right thing and carry the baby to term. 

Her parents should be encouraging her to look into adoption, an open adoption where she can be a beloved auntie and favorite babysitter, rather than pushing the poor child to have an abortion with such vigor that she's served them with a restraining order. 

It also speaks poorly of their character that they've been harassing the baby's biological father, and threatening his parents. 

I am honestly so slack-jawed shocked and horrified by this that I can't muster a proper rant.  All I have to say to these people is either come to your senses and do what's best for your daughter (and no, an abortion is not that, not in this case, not in the long run), or get the fucking hell away from her before you do a spiritual and psychological damage to her that will never heal.

And yes, a parent--someone who is supposed to be worthy of a child's implicit trust will never harm them--forcing a child who doesn't want one to have an abortion will do irreparable damage to this girl. 

Friday, February 8, 2013

not feelin' it this morning

Mold.  Mold and allergies.  Both can FTFO.  I hate mold.  It's one of the only allergies I have.

At least we're almost done getting that moldy carpet out. 

Friday, February 1, 2013


Earaches--especially in children too young to use my favorite remedies (heat pad, hot tea or hot cocoa, super-spicy food)--can FTFO.

Tuesday, the pixie started getting really whiny, and clingy.  She was worse, Wednesday, crying at the drop of a hat as well (and the imp wasn't being helpful--with how touchy she was, he was having a ball harassing her and getting reactions).  I checked her temperature between doses of painkiller (still teething...and I'm starting to get a little worried about that, too), and it was elevated.  Then, she told me her ear hurt.

I've been keeping up in the professional literature (not the parenting forums, but medical journals), and it's becoming more and more common for a doctor to do nothing for a child with a mild to moderate ear infection--they tell parents to give the kid anti-inflamitory, and a decongestant for a couple of days, to see if it goes away on its own.  I can see the point: they've realized that a good majority of these are caused more by viruses swelling tissue and preventing normal drainage, and they don't want to create more antibiotic-resistant strains of bacteria.

That doesn't make a parent feel better when a child is hurting.

I gave the pixie Benedryl last night (she flat refused to take it Wednesday), and I'm going to be watching her over the weekend.  Johnson's Soothing Vapors bubble bath seemed to help for a while.  If anyone has any other ideas that might help, please drop me a comment or shoot me an email at

But seriously.  Earaches with fever can really FTFO.

Friday, January 25, 2013

almost forgot

Politicians.  Politicians who obviously cannot read, or else are incapable of comprehending what they read.

"A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed."  Simple.  Clean.  Clear.  Easy to understand...unless you're a politician, a judge, or a lawyer.

Arguments have been made that since we now have a standing army, we don't need militias.  Or the words "well regulated," which mean nothing more than that the person behind the gun can hit what they're aiming at, have been misunderstood.  Or the stupid argument that the Founding Fathers did not foresee the advent of automatic weapons.  Or that nothing more than a single-shot bolt-action is necessary for hunting. 

"...shall not be infringed."  Simple.  Clean.  Clear.  Easy to understand...however, judging by every gun control law ever passed, no politician since those who wrote the amendment has understood that that was the part of the amendment that carried the meaning.  Every other clause  before "right" was supportive.  Not definitive.  Not independent.  They aren't what carry the meaning.

King Putt, Nancy Pelosi, Diane Feinstein et. al.,...each and every fucking one of you can fuck off with a rusty cannon barrel.  Fuck off with your illegal and immoral declaration of intent.  Fuck off with your inability to understand simple, clearly written constraints on your personal power while in the employment of the American people.  You fucking fuckwits, how the fucking FUCKETY fuck can you fucking MISUNDERSTAND some of the FUCKING SIMPLEST PART of the FUCKING CONSTITUTION?  What FUCKING PART of "SHALL NOT BE INFRINGED" IS SO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE to FUCKING UNDERSTAND?  I'd ask if you were really that fucking retarded, but that's a fucking insult to retarded people. 

Apparently, the best part of their respective fathers' genetic material (what there was of it) either ran down the crack of their mothers' asses to puddle on the bed or dripped out of her ass after their dad couldn't hit the target in the first place...or maybe, in the case of King Putt, got spit in the trash before he was ever conceived. 

I hope each and every one of those queef-bubble cock-stains comes down with a raging case of rectal incontinence every time they consider how best to ass-rape the American citizenry.

Friday, January 18, 2013


I'm sorry I missed last week.  Explosive dihareah and projectile vomiting can FTFO.  My whole family had the stomach flu.  At least the pixie only had the lower complaints, and the imp only the upper.

As for this week...

First off, to the fucking shit-wit that redesigned the course: you are a fucking waste of fucking space, fucking skin, fucking air, and other fucking resources.  You are a so-called female, yet are so fucking badly stricken with spiritual halitosis worse than a dockside whore's dripping cunt after a Saudi ship docks, and a fucking holier-than-thou/smarter-than-everyone attitude that you fucking barely resemble a fucking politician, much less a fucking human being.  Because of you and your fucking abortion of a fucking class design that fucking mistakes fucking bells and fucking whistles for things that actually help students rather than distracting and harming them, our department head is to be added as a teaching assistant to every online class, and must observe/inspect our interactions with the students, as if he is not busy enough teaching, and acting as a buffer between the ass-munching mouth-breathers in admin and his faculty.  And you, you fucking cum-burping gutter-slut wanna-be, you ask in a "reply all" email if he's going to grade your fucking papers?  Who the fucking fuckety fuck do you fucking think you are?  You are a fucking fellow adjunct.  You are a fucking contract employee.  Your whole fucking job is to fucking grade those fucking papers.  Fuck you and your fucking wonderful and innovative ideas, and your fucking wonderful and fucking innovative class.  I hope you contract explosive bleeding from your anus and die a painful and humiliating death in front of your classroom.  I'd wish it on your husband, but you're such a winner that you probably won't have one, and may not even know what a penis looks like outside of a photo or video--unless you have one, which you very well may. 

Second, to the fucking knob-gobbling, cock-riding, pencil-necked fucknugget in charge of distance learning: you, boy, are about half a job-threat away from a bitch-slap with a semi-fresh trout.  There is a proper method by which to file a complaint against a fellow employee of the university.  You did not use it.  Instead of contacting my department head, who happens to be my direct boss, or the dean of arts and sciences (his boss), you took it all the fucking way to one of the myriad fucking uselsess fucking vice presidents that feel that anything that makes the university look bad (especially their own actions) threatens their job and must be silenced, no matter if it is truthful or not.  You cannot seem to handle any kind of truth about your distance learning ideas--things like "this is bad for most of the students because of the way it's designed, and the way it uses too many of the optional tools that Blackboard has"--nor that the reason the course was designed the way it was is because it justifies the use of an overpriced, under-functioning platform, your job, and apparently your very being, you spineless, estrogen-overcharged she-male.  You may fuck off with a razor-wire wrapped cricket bat coated in the rotten ejaculate of pigs (just in case you're Muslim instead of Atheist, like most higher-ups in the university hierarchy) and rolled in broken glass.  May you be ass-plowed by half of the campus rent-a-cops on their golf carts while they're texting and driving.  May your superiors catch on to the fact that you likely cannot turn on a computer without a detailed checklist with pictures--and an assistant--and fire your arrogant, worthless ass.  I cannot make Distance Learning look bad.  You're doing a fine job of that, all by yourself.

Friday, January 4, 2013

I am not rich.

The great zero hiding behind the teleprompter in his own personal Oz stated when he first ran for president and took office that he would not raise taxes on anyone who made under $250,000 per year.

The first thing he did was raise taxes on cigarettes, something disproportionately used by those who make less than $50,000 per year per household. 

Now, he's done worse (as if that's a surprise).  He's raised both taxes on everyone in the country (through cutting a 2% payroll Social Security tax cut) and spending with this "We have to avoid going over the fiscal cliff!!!!" bill.

Say what now? 

Look at this.  The budget before the new law was passed was $3301.91 billion, or a bit over $3 trillion dollars.  The gap between income (from taxes taken from us) and spending was $832 billion dollars.  Now? 

The new budget is $3681.56 billion.  That's about $379.6 billion MORE than what it was.  The gap is larger, too: $1212 billion. 

So, instead of doing something to fix the problem, the idiots in charge have made it worse.  No wonder they don't work in the private sector--they'd have been fired for massive incompetence decades ago.

I am honestly so angry I can't put together a proper rant for this. 

I hope some of you can.