Trying To Tame The Beast Is Hard

Over the years I have looked at different ways to keep my composure before, during, and after a conflict. Over the years I have found that for me it is a total crock of shit and truly a waste of my time. I don’t do well with drama, I don’t do well with being lied to, much less these days I really have lost my desire to adult. Why should I have to be the grown up, the adult, the voice of reason, or even care? Why? Well, don’t ask me anything because I really just don’t know anything anymore. As I get a closer grip on 50 I have found that I care much less about so much more and it burdens me to try to explain why it’s this way now. I have a few basic rules, all of equal importance, so disregard any order y’all might see them put in. I would like to think, but often I’m proven wrong, that we all have a basic set of rules when interacting with people. Mine are listed below, in no particular order, they’re just listed.

Since I listen to a great deal of my own personal taste of music I get that others in the car may not have my tastes. On these occasions or instances I do bend and attempt to accommodate others, those others are on a short list which includes my wife, my parents, and the outlaws. Other than those select few I have a suck it motherfucker attitude and you can just endure what you don’t like. I have go to music on the public airways when I make the choice for others which includes classic rock and oldies country. But, as a absolute golden rule, if you see me turn the volume knob and hear the volume increase considerably that means whatever was being said is now on hold. One is free to sing along but you are forbidden to talk to me. I respect the fact you want to talk through a song I like but you need to respect the fact that I am not currently listening nor will I reply. Those who think they know me usually comply but not always.

I don’t do well with being lied to, not to my face, not behind my back, and surely not to save your ass. I would like to think that most people want the common courtesy not to be lied to. When it begins I tend to get that just suck it motherfucker look on my face. I don’t argue with a liar simply because most liars can’t keep the story straight. Just remember, lies are a relationship killer for me. Those of you who are veterans to this blog will recall a section of this blog called The Magic Weekend, well that was a very big motivation for it, the lies, the bullshit, and the lack of clear evidence. More often than not a person who must lie isn’t trying to be funny though, it’s pure deceitfulness.

I think the last thing I will mention, since I am still in the process of teaching my son to drive and it’s pretty fresh is dickhead drivers. One kind specifically, the dickhead who drives by the entire line of others trying to go the same place but can’t possibly wait and must forcably insert his/her car close to the front of the line. The can suck it motherfucker because you will hit my car trying. Fuck you, get in fucking line, we are all trying to get to our fucking destination. I 100% make the exception to all emergency vehicles, no matter what. But the rest of you slimy impatient motherfuckers can just rot in line with the rest of us.

I think in the end, it comes down to respect, something our society lacks because way to many people honestly believe that they should always be first. I’m not that person. I have taken the time to teach my children not to be that person. I know that three simple words, suck it motherfucker, solve many things for me personally. In regards to being finished or done for those regulars here, I’m done with people who will not make the choice to stand out and stand behind their choices.

Anyway, blah blah blah blah, thanks for visiting and enduring my nonsense. I just had all three of my rules crossed first thing this morning and wanted to vent a bit.

So, Where Do We Go From Here?

I would like to think we could move this fucking relationship forward just a few notches. I would like to think I lived in a fucking world where my personal opinions matter. I would like to think the fucking haters had the balls to actually post a fucking comment on my last post instead of bombarding my email, my twitter, and Facebook messenger, but they can’t now can they. For some reason they don’t want to actually be on record spewing their bullshit on the actual post, if your going to say it motherfuckers then fucking say it for everyone to see. But you can’t, your too pussy to stick a comment on the post so everyone can see it, no, we have to keep it private. Why? Well, I’m not sharing any of the 386 messages sent to me privately, but I am going to discuss some of them right here and right now. Come out of the shadows motherfuckers, its time to play.

I’m not comfortable with decisions that are being made as I write this right now. Why must we put Americans at risk? I have an alternate plan for everyone to consider. All of the people who agree to bringing refugees to the United States of America is a fantastic idea raise your hands, waive those motherfuckers up real high. Now, get in your car and drive to the port of entry in your state and pick up 4 refugees, make sure they’re buckled up tight, now drive back to your house. Now, give them the keys to your car and your house, they just moved in with you indefinitely. You and your family are now financially responsible for them. You’ll take care of all of their needs, be it food, shelter, clothing, cell phone, education, and so forth. You will do this for them, their children, their children’s children, and so forth, passing the responsibilities of your decision onto your children for generations to come. Now, you will also have a federal and state tax increases, part of which will help subsidize your choice and others making similar choices. So, its very easy, just invite them to stay with you and your kids, I’m sure it will be fine, I trust your judgement and opinion.

Now, how many of y’all will follow through with your decision?

But, I will be deemed a very insensitive asshole now, because I don’t live in la la land. But I never once mentioned risk or threat or consequences because in la la land its never a problem, history cannot be repeated or reproduced on another country’s soil, no, never. If not, then why do we taxpayers pay the salaries of experts, analysts, advisors, and personal trained in terrorists and counter terrorism which are all telling the President it is a really bad decision? You’re right, what in the fuck do they know! When this all goes down, and if history holds true to repeat itself, it will go down, I want all of you who raised your hands here in the beginning to pat yourself on the back because you are getting exactly what you asked for. But then again, who am I, how can I know anything about anything? You’re right, I’m just an average American with bills to pay just like everyone else. I don’t know shit. I haven’t seen shit. I do possess something many don’t, common sense with the fucking need to apply that shit liberally on everything and anything. I’m just a person who is very tired of people making choices and not owning that decision. I hope I’m wrong, I hope y’all get your cake and get to eat it in peace, I hope that nobody dies because another politician made a bad choice. Because we all know our (the American people) best interests are always the reason why we put our continued faith, as a Nation, in the palms of politicians.

You know what, fuck you! Writing this post in Crayons so everyone would understand isn’t my fucking style. I don’t care any longer about your fucking feelings. You are correct, I do have a serious problem, that problem is people who choose not to be informed, people who live their fucking lives with their heads shoved deep in their asses, people who have decided that our Constitution, our Flag, and the United States of America means absolutely nothing because they treat it all like it is nothing. We are the land of free shit, not paying debts, and turning our backs on the people on our own streets. So, yes, fuck all of you motherfuckers, you are destroying my country which you live yet hate, so fuck you. I find no pleasure in saying I do see the light at the end of the tunnel, its a train that is getting very close to ending our lives. Let it all soak in, before long we will be the weak country, financially crippled, without borders, without a police force, and without a military. Your beloved politicians have gladly sold the American people to the highest bidder along with her land, resources, and opportunities. I will say it now, your fucking welcome, hope you choke on your piss poor choices.

For the rest of y’all, I share in your sorrows as you are asked to sit idly by as your Country is flushed down the ‘ol shitter. I feel and know your pain. After my last post 119 people made the choice to stop following my blog, maybe that’s just coincidence, maybe it goes beyond that last post, maybe it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or maybe shit just happened in that way. What it says to me personally is people are very sensitive about this topic, almost as if it is taboo to have an opinion on the subject that is different than them, it says I touched the right nerve is what it says. The difference is that I put my independent thought out there to be seen, I was not herded with the sheeple to regurgitate what I was brainwashed into thinking, I see now the point I thought would be lost was actually taken nicely. I get it, its not nice, its not fair, and its a shitty predicament, but it is what it is, nothing else. Like I said earlier, I really hope I’m wrong. And for y’all waiting for an apology, move to the back of that really fucking long line over there. Y’all keep writing to me, before long I can print it all out and use it to start a fire in my pit later. Until next time, don’t drink the kool-aid or eat the yellow snow! As for the rest of you, yes, you know who you are, yes you, suck it motherfucker.