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Yeah, you don’t like my title. Suck it. My blog.

You take one fucking sentence and turn it into the foundation of your beliefs. You act as if being a Muslim (WHICH HE’S NOT) is a sin against America. You bitch about his middle name (BARACK HUSSEIN MOTHERFUCKING OBAMA 2008!) and get miffed if someone calls you out as a bigot because ‘ohmygod it’shisname whycan’tisayitwithoutbeingracist?’ but can’t tell me what John McCain’s middle name is, or Sarah Palin’s, or Joe Biden’s or what the FUCKING W. IN GEORGE W. BUSH STANDS FOR so I rest my goddamn case. You want us to keep killing our husbands and wives and brothers and sisters and friends in an illegitimate war and damage the Earth and all of it’s inhabitants a little bit more by doing whatever the fuck we want to it in order to maintain our presence in Iraq and keep gas prices moderate.

You act like altruism is something that’s wrong with the world when I’m pretty sure that the religion you’re clinging to is pretty much the biggest advocate of it, acting as if ‘welfare’ enables people to sit on their ass and do absolutely nothing for as long as they want to and completely ignoring the fact that the children you don’t want people to fucking abort NEED food and health insurance and housing so if you don’t want to kill ‘em you need to be prepared to take care of them with your tax dollars. You’re so afraid someone’s going to take away your constitutional right of allowing adolescent boys to blow their brains out at gun shows while wanting to infringe on the constitutional rights of people that I love to love who they want to love.

You bitch about ACORN and Bill Ayers when McCain has been tied to some pretty shady shit in his years as well but since the Obama campaign has completely refrained from personal and non-issue attacks, it hasn’t really been barraged into your skull 24/7. You want to act like politicians aren’t politicians and I’m betting a real high fucking number of you really are RACIST and can’t stand the idea of all us mother fuckers being under the reign (and not unilateral, mind you, since some of you are so certain that all his plans are going to come to pass because he wills them into power, as if there’s no such thing as a judicial or legislative branch [Democratic majority or not, thank you] of power in our government) of a BLACK man. Yeah, I said it.  MY. BLOG.

I’m sick of you. All of you. I’m a bleeding heart liberal socialist (there’s a difference between fascism and socialism by the way you fucking geniuses: the two words are not interchangeable, and if you want to throw out the Nazi Socialist Party reference I can surely learn you on some shit). The way your party has carried itself during this election season disgusts me, and since you bought into it and propagated it, you do too.  I’m off until after Election Day.

Peace.

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Self Reminder.

by Maria on March 12, 2008

in General Bitching, Self

You’re not going to counseling this week because of schedule conflicts. But what’s transpired this morning needs to be brought up at next week’s appointment so make sure to check back to this entry before next Wednesday.
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You were attempting to explain the plot of of Grindhouse: Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof to Jason as you sat in the Chik-Fil-A drive thru. He seemed to be listening to you, as much as he ever is in the beginning. Then, an alert flashed on the Sirius screen [Ringo Starr's 'Oh My My'] and he decided to turn up the radio. While you were still talking.

Of course this pisses you off and you stop talking and start looking out of the window, to which dipshit says “I turned it just a hair for The Bella, I’m still listening – keep going!“. You ignore him.

After you get your food, he drives off and attempts to justify and explain away his actions. You tell him “I’m sick of you turning the fucking radio up every time I’m fucking talking to you. Especially since I don’t talk to you that fucking much.” He asks how often he does it and you reply “All the fucking time!” and he shuts down, obviously wounded by one too many ‘fucking’’s.

You get home, you fix the plates, you ignore him. And he ignores you. Until he’s walking by you and out of the door, when he says “I’ll be back in a little while.” And you continue to act like his dumb ass doesn’t exist.

Make sure to mention the good doctor that J.
a.) didn’t turn the radio back down when it obviously upset you
b.) didn’t apologize or admit wrongdoing
c.) thought that ‘just a hair’ and ‘for Bella’ was justification
d.) fled instead of talking it out, which he was instructed to do

You feel that you were disrespected, and you will not apologize for any comments you may have made under distress until he @ least acknowledges that he caused the goddamned distress in the first place.

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Bittersweet.

by Maria on January 8, 2008

in Comical, Self

32200 Bittersweet.
I decided to make cheesecake today. I stirred the filling by hand and it seemed as if it was never going to coagulate, and my arm started to tire out. I have absolutely no stamina. I switched arms.

I started to stir with my left and not even five seconds into it I had gooey, sticky, messy white stuff running down the counter, cascading past the cabinets and forming a thick puddle on the floor.

I stood there censuring myself [yes, audibly to the confusion of my girls]: “What the hell are you doing Maria? You know you’re not ambidextrous. You are not. Ambidextrous.” I cleaned it up, brooding over my idiocy.

It was alright though.
I got to lick the spoon.

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