Thursday, July 26, 2012

change of topic...

I was going to send up our dear, greatly-beloved zero, and his stupid fucking idea that modern armies still carry AK-47s (with the concomitant assumption that he thinks that the Aurora, CO, shooter was using one), but then I ran across another story.

Two women females nasty, filthy, excuses for human beings meatsacks in Joplin, MO, starved a three year old girl to where she weighed in at 12.5 pounds

My three and a half year old is 32 pounds.  My 19 month old is 22.5 pounds. 

These filthy extrusions from a diseased whore's anus starved a little girl until she was the fucking size of a fucking infant. 

Okay, this is directed at the two fucking spermpurses involved in this horror:

What, were you too FUCKING busy FUCKING munching meth out of each others' fucking moth-eaten fucking carpets to notice that the little girl was hungry?  For probably her whole fucking LIFE?  Did you not FUCKING realize that people would FUCKING BE FUCKING UPSET about you FUCKING MURDERING A SMALL CHILD?  Neglect is one thing, and fucking bad enough, but this is FUCKING ACTIVE FUCKING MALICE. 


May the next dose of whatever drug of choice the two of you suck out of each others' pubes contain something that gives you anal incontinence, with random episodes of explosive watery shit, hopefully while the two of you are involved in hoovering your shag.  May each of you be sent to a separate prison, where a giantess decides you look like you'd make a great handwarmer, and fist you with no lube or preparation, and without bothering to cut her fingernails, first.  May you die from sepsis caused by watery shits flowing into your fucking cavernous cunt, complete with fucking ruptures after you get fisted by said giantess.


Then, when you end up in hell for what you did to the helpless child in your care, may you be spit-roasted by a demon with a barbed cock the size of a body-builder's thigh on one end, and one with a barbed cock the length of a baseball bat on the other, for all of eternity, with switch-ups every so often to a different demon fucking your nasty, disease-ridden vaginal cavity with a barbed cock that also self-lubricates with fucking acid, just to make good and fucking  sure that you don't fucking grow to like being double-pumped by the other two. 


If I had caught them, they would not have survived to stand trial.  I don't give a rat's ass about most adults, but children are helpless.  Abusing a child earns a special place in my heart that bypasses rage into cold hatred.

Friday, July 20, 2012

brainless, out-of-touch politicians

Specifically Steny Hoyer, who has been on the public dole for his entire adult life, and Ben LaBolt, who's so clueless that he thinks the American public isn't on the verge of revolt because of mandatory Medicaid.

Steny Hoyer can FTFO for being such a FUCKING clueless fucking moronic fucking twatwaffle that he fucking thinks that fucking putting MORE people on the fucking dole through fucking giving away longer fucking terms of fucking unemployment and fucking food stamp.

Ben LaBolt can FTFO for equating hopeless surrender to active and enthusiastic consent with regards to that massive anal-rape of a law that is Obamacare.

Your turn.  Have at it.

Friday, July 13, 2012

foodstamp pushers

Did you know that there are cash awards out there for states getting more people on food stamps?  Or that they're advertised on "telenovelas"--Spanish-language soap operas? 

I'd been wondering why the rolls had more than doubled within the last ten years.  Now, I know.

How the FUCK can the FUCKING FUCKSTICK SUCKING FUCKING TWATWAFFLES IN FUCKING WASHINGTON D.C. FUCKING GET AWAY WITH FUCKING AWARDING FUCKING STATES FUCKING TAXPAYER MONEY FOR FUCKING GETTING FUCKING COCKLEACHES ON FUCKING TAXPAYER-FUCKING-FUNDED FOOD STAMPS?  HOW THE FUCKING FUCK DID WE FUCKING MISS THIS FUCKING SHIT?!?

You know what?  I'm going to start snarking anybody I see using a SNAP card or WIC benefits.  I'm fucking sick of this, and both the pushers and the addicts can fuck the fucking fuck off.

Your turn.  What's pissed you off this week?

Friday, July 6, 2012

I don't even know why I bother...

Migraines striking in the middle of the afternoon, can FTFO.  Especially the ones that pretend to be a sinus headache that you're sure you can get rid of with a little medicine.

Liberal talk show hosts...jeez, did they all eat lead paint chips as children, or is it something else causing the brain damage?  Nicole Sandler, filling in for Randi Rhodes, blew up on the air: "I hate this godd–n country. How can I live in a place that lets people go broke because they get sick?! How is health care not a basic human right?"

Okay, cupcake.  Let's start from the top.  If you hate this country, there's a simple solution: emigrate.  Fucking leave.  That's right--pack your fucking shit and get the fuck out.  There are countries all over the world where health care is nationalized.  Let's see how you fucking like the fucking level of care in a place where it is counted a fucking human right.  I hear Britain has exactly what you're looking for.

Except for one small problem: Britain's health care system only works if you're not sick.  If you get sick, you're fucked.  You will probably die, because without anyone paying the expenses, they can't afford to heal your fucking worthless, whiny ass.


Second: most hospitals don't fucking care whether you have fucking health insurance or not: they will fucking treat your worthless fucking ass, anyway.  See, hospitals in the fucking United States, the "goddamn country" you hate so very much, have enough people actually fucking responsible enough to fucking have health insurance, and fucking responsible enough to set up payment plans to cover any expenses they personally incur, that they can afford to fucking treat every worthless, feckless fucking occupidiot and/or leftard (but I repeat myself) that wanders through their door with a case of scabies compounded by gonorrhea, syphilis, or some other unidentified nastiness that causes oozing sores in their funspots.


Last: okay, cupcake.  Let's talk about "basic human rights."  You say health care is one.  Many of your compatriots say jobs where they get paid so that they can buy food, shelter, and smartphones is a basic human right. 


How the FUCK do you FUCKING EXPECT to get ANY fucking level of care, when THE HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONALS AREN'T GETTING PAID???  Don't you FUCKING REALIZE that you're FUCKING ADVOCATING FUCKING SLAVERY FOR AN ENTIRE FUCKING GROUP OF PEOPLE, SOLELY BASED ON THE FUCKING FACT THAT THEY CHOOSE TO FUCKING SELL THEIR FUCKING TIME AND FUCKING EXPERTISE TO FUCKING KEEP YOUR FUCKING WORTHLESS FUCKING SELF FUCKING HEALTHY?


Your parents must be so proud that their daughter wants to fucking reverse a two hundred year trend in Western civilization.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Chief Justice John Roberts

Dear sir,

Sir, your spiritual halitosis stinks of queef.  You obviously never had friends in elementary school, not without your parents having to pay for them. 

I'd say you are a fucking retard, but that fucking insults retards.  They, unlike you, are (if they are capable of holding a job at all) competent enough to know what their fucking job fucking expects of them.  You are a stupid fucking arrogant cock-snorking lawyer who apparently can't fucking read.  If you were fucking competent enough to fucking READ the FUCKING CONSTITUTION, you'd FUCKING KNOW your FUCKING JOB is to FUCKING UNDO FUCKING ILLEGAL AND FUCKING UNCONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING LEGISLATION, no matter how hard the ass-breathed fucksticks who drafted them fucking worked on them, nor how fucking long it fucking took.  If you could fucking READ your FUCKING JOB DESCRIPTION (not to MENTION the FUCKING FOUNDATION DOCUMENT FOR OUR FUCKING LAWS) you would have fucking voted AGAINST the fucking ASS-RAPE of a law that YOUR FUCKING VOTE FUCKING VIOLATED US WITH. 

May the fleas of a million camels infest your genetalia.  May your wife choose to kick you out of bed for the rest of your marriage.  May you fuck off with a extra-large cricket bat coated in superglue, glass shards, rusty barbed wire, and broken razor blades, so that you may know exactly the pain that you have inflicted upon the nation you are sworn to serve. 

Why don't you attempt to print off that law, roll it up, and shove it up your ass?

Thanks,

75% of The American People who Didn't Want Mandatory Medicaid

Friday, June 22, 2012

Gibbering, incoherent rage-inducing FFOT, this week.

I read a story linked from TinCan Assassin's blog on Monday.  It's taken me this long for the shock to wear off, and to get past the incoherent, gibbering rage it caused.

Seems a WWII hero recently lost his wife to cancer.  They fought it, but ultimately lost.  She's buried next to their home, and he was planning to join her when he passed, but something happened.  The medical bills had spiraled so high that he wasn't able to pay them, and declared bankruptcy.

They want to take his house, because he didn't list his retirement fund (a collection of gold and silver coins) in his assets.  He didn't understand the explanations of what he was supposed to do, and now they want to force him to exhume his wife and go die in a ditch.

To heap more trouble on this poor old man's head, he's got prostate cancer, and likely won't live much longer, anyway.

To the lawyers trying to take this old man's home and life: You fucking slimy fucking extrusions from a fucking politician's soiled and diseased nether regions.  How fucking dare you fucking destroy what's left of this man's life.  How fucking dare you fucking try to fucking force this hero from the home he fucking fought for?  Every lawyer in this case--including the veteran's lawyers who fell down on their job protecting him and his rights--can fuck off so hard that eighteen generations in both directions feel violated.  They can all fuck off with a cricket bat coated in broken glass and rusty barbed wire, then soaked in hydrochloric acid. 

May every acquaintance in your life find out about your spiritual halitosis and abandon you right when you need them most.  May you lose your job, your home, and your family over this despicable fucking attempt.  May you contract brain rot, crotch rot, and die a slow, painful death. 

And may you all be deported to communist China to learn exactly why you should be kissing that man's feet instead of trying to exhume his wife and steal his home.

Friday, June 15, 2012

parents

I've been griping for a long time about the way my students feel entitled to excellent grades without putting in the work.  It gets on my nerves something awful, and I know I'm not the only one.  Most real teachers--the ones that care about imparting knowledge, rather than just the paycheck, benefits, and the summer vacation--hate that attitude, too.  Why else would one have given a commencement address telling students that they're not that special, after all? 

Whose fault is it?  It's not the teachers' fault: the kids arrive in our class with the entitlement mentality already in place.  It's not the child-rearing experts' fault: they don't raise the kids, they just try to justify their own jobs by coming up with new theories.

It's the parents.  Parents are the ones who are so blinded by love for their little sprogs that they buy into the self-esteem boosting BS the "experts" shovel.  Parents are the ones who seem to feel that their child's "special snowflake" perfection illustrates just what wonderful parents they are.  And when all that is pushed aside, parents are the ones that just don't want to deal with the meltdowns when their kid loses a game, doesn't earn a good grade after being told how smart and perfect they are, or doesn't get that toy they wanted.

I love my kids dearly.  I love them too much to let them turn into selfish, self-centered, irritating little entitled monsters.  That means I have to be the bad guy, sometimes.  No, I don't like it, but that is what being a parent--an adult--is about.

It's why I don't like most kids I see/meet out in public: most of the parents either are afraid of harming their delicate little children's delicate little egos, or they don't want to be bothered with doing the hard work, and dealing with the fallout of "no."  Or both.

Well-intentioned, selfish, lazy parents.  They can fuck off.