Why Do You Care?

Every single day there is another story in the news, or on the television about some spoiled rich person in Hollywood who are in some type of "distress." By distress of course this means, they are in the hospital because they got a papercut, or now have a charity campaigning for them because they don't have enough money for the Ferrari. Yeah I know, who the fuck would want to settle for a plain old Lamborghini?

Seriously though, there are everyday people who have a lot bigger problems than those that are on our front pages, and five o'clock specials everyday. People who are having there homes foreclosed or are forced into things everyday are simply an afterthought. That is, if they're even thought of, of course.

What I mean in today's rant, is that I could really give less of a shit if Donald Trump has built another mansion. It's not relevant to any of us if you think about it. What's even worse is when people actually go out of their way to make a fuss out of something that doesn't affect them. The most famous instance of this that I can think of, is when amateur pornstar (let's just be honest, it's like the most productive thing that's she's ever done,) Paris Hilton was released from jail, there were hundreds of dumb preteen-future-bitches waiting with posters and crying because the Great Paris Hilton, was out prison.

They had a good point for wanting her released. What she did wasn't all that bad. Wait... what did she get sent in for?

Oh right, because she was driving recklessly while being drunk. I guess you'd be dropping your pathetic little posters if she was doing 90 in a school zone at the time... hypocrite fuckers.

As usual, I'm right about all of what I've mentioned. If it was you or your friend who had done that, get ready to spend the next year or two in a cosey jail cell with "Big Mike." Oh and I hope you're not in need of a new heart anytime in the near future. If your name doesn't rhyme with Pilton, or Gohan (lol... Dragon Dragonball...) expect to get those affairs in order.

Most of us are like ants. We all work for some fat bitch that decided she was our Queen. Eventually you are going to get stepped when you venture outside.

George Carlin is God

Whether you agreed with him or not, whether you loved him or you hated him, you can't help but to respect him. George Carlin was one of the most influential people of all time. Now in case you aren't aware of who he was, Carlin was a highly regarded (well unless you're very religious,) comedian and overall badass.

In my personal opinion, he was a genius. He did not simply accept things as they were. If there was something that was ridiculous, he wouldn't just sit back and accept it, he would call someone a fucker, and point out how we should learn to think for ourselves. What a foreign concept, right? Thinking for ourselves... might be useful someday.

Along with that, Carlin was always pointing out the hypocrisy in people, governments and religion. Of course that type of opinion was trying to be silenced by those people. Those people, who preach tolerance but can't tolerate clashing ideals.

This really isn't meant to be some kind of a biography, it is simply written to remind myself and others (yes I know that no one reads this,) that there are still people who hate stupid bullshit. Someone who hates all the hypocrisy that surrounds us. Now obviously George Carlin isn't around anymore, but his opinions and words are still around to make people think, if even for a brief second.

'D' is for Douchebag

So as I walked through our school cafeteria today, I notice this kid. He was sitting alone eating a sandwich. All seemed well until the little bastard looks me dead in the eyes and... well the little cuntsack just fucking unloads the grossest, most Hitleresque sneeze that I've ever seen. Honest to Buddha, a piece of chicken shot past my head... needless to say, I plan to press charges on the grounds that he is a douchebag.

Now the second asshole I've encountered was just plain dumb. Sitting at one of our lovely econo-save excuses for a lunchtable, this dumb bitch (I mean this in the nicest way possible) just sort of creates her own conversation about me... while being about two and a half feet across from me. Apparently I am dumb, debf and blind so that I can't possibly know when a scrote-faced prick decides to talk shit (again, nicest meaning of those words,) about me. I was sort of surprised that there was any sort of conversation to be had about me, due to the fact that I'm about as gossip-worthy as an orange.

Now I really could care less about this awkward encounter, but I'd like to share this as advice to stupid people everywhere who think that they're on a higher pedastal than the rest of us commonfolk, that their opinion really "matters:"

Your opinion really just doesn't matter.