Friday, August 12, 2011

"Nothing is Fucked Here Dude. Come On, You're Being Very UnDude."

I'm totally kidding.  Everything is fucked.  Rioting in London.  Stock market going down faster than a Thai whore for a c-note.  U.S. credit rating downgraded (sorry, same principles for household financial management apply at the macro level as well).  U.S. Government is basically Milton from Office Space.  We're one more governmental gridlock away from putting their office in the basement and asking them to grab a can of roach spray and start exterminating.  I'd be prouder of my kid if they were a drug dealer or Vivid Video fluffer than a U.S. Congressman or Senator.  Little kids are being murdered in Chicago on a daily basis.  Some brazen asshole walked up to a guy in downtown Chicago on Monday in broad daylight during afternoon rush hour and shot the mutherfucker in the head.  "Nothing is fucked?  NOTHING IS FUCKED?  The goddamn plane has crashed into the mountain!"  And you know what?  Fuck it dude, let's go bowling.  That's what I say.  If you think anything you do is going to have any effect whatever on this clusterfuck, then have at it Hoss.  Fucking rail against shit on Facebook.  Fucking host a dick-licking MoveOn.org party at your house and sniff each other's farts and talk about "Change" all night.    Blame the GOP.  Blame the liberal media.  Blame lack of morals.  Blame Lady Gaga.  Fellate Tom Brokaw by talking about how America's "Greatest Generation" would storm the beach at Wall Street and kick all our asses if only they weren't too old and dead.  Blame the Tea Party (in all seriousness, those fucking losers need to be exterminated like common vermin).  Go vote for one of the two major political parties.  As for me?  I will finish the game.  I'm playing violin on the bow of the Titanic while you throw deck chairs off it.  The ship is going down, "At least I'm enjoyin' the ride..."

5 comments:

  1. My new investment strategy - going long on blow, booze and firearms. I'm gonna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames...
    -JP

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  2. the sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to send back soup at the deli
    -DD

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  3. Sounds like a wise move, JP. Those three commodities have traditionally been recession-proof. Hookers also.

    NP

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  4. If the armageddon happens, we seriously have to go to my parent's place. There is a huge area for a garden. Plenty of wild game. Fresh water. The place is surrounded by hills, forests, and a river, not to mention made of stone, concrete and steel. And don't forget, lots of guns. We'll just bring the blow, booze, and hookers in.

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  5. Your parents' place is just the kind of location asshole zombies are going to look first for fresh brains after Armageddon comes calling.
    -JP

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