4
Sep
It’s the weekend, so naturally I’m going to spend large chunks of it being drunk, recovering from being drunk. I have a crippling headache right now from too much beer, trying to quell it with massive amounts of water. Well, coca cola. But they’re about the same.
And I guess some crazy chink took hostages at the Discovery Channel headquarters to try and stop people from fucking. I don’t really know what that was about, I don’t care about the news at all really, but he looked like he needed to get laid.
Damn that's one ugly chink
Gives whole new meaning to environMENTAList I guess.
Oh hey Ramadan is almost over, which means sandniggers are almost allowed to eat again. I hereby propose you find a sandnigger who observes ramadan, and eat him before it’s too late and he gets all fatty and his fllesh becomes way too marbled. Also, you should do it before he, you know, kills you your family and everyone you know and love because he’s a retarded religious cuntbag.
Anyways, have a great weekend. I’m going back to bed to feel sorry for myself.
2
Sep
As the years trod on towards the failure of the universes thermomechanical functions, closely accompanied by our inevitable doom, it might be worth a moment of our time to think about what we’re doing with it. Our time, that is. It might be interesting to note some things of importance, and contrast them with things that aren’t important at all, to create some perspective.
 Christina Aguilera |
“So, where’s the Cannes Film Festival being held this year?” |
You see, I often find that the less important something is, the more attention we are willing to devote to it. At least that seems to be the trend, since we pour our love onto insignificant pieces of shit like Brad and Angelina’s millionth adopted child or spend countless hours reading up on the personal life and work of Lindsay Lohan and Paris fucking Hilton. Have they done drugs? Yes, mystery solved now move the fuck on people.
What’s frustrating is that there is virtually a library of knowledge available and digested every day by people about these things that do not matter, as opposed to the things that do matter. What did your congressman last vote on? That doesn’t even take long to find out, but it is less readily available knowledge because it doesn’t capture the imagination, it doesn’t ensorcell the money bags behind the TV screens shoving brand name snacks and carbonated beverages down their fucking throats. Because the ways our lives are governed, and the way the world works, isn’t as interesting to people as watching Lindsay Lohan cry in court.
| “Fiction writing is great. You can make up almost anything.” |  Ivana Trump |
Among the lowest grossing media productions to ever be made are scientific and socio-political documentaries. Very few people watch them, except on History Channel or Discovery when nothing else is on. Who needs to know how a black hole works, or how it isn’t actually a hole at all, when we can go see The Expendables!
This as you might have guessed saddens me greatly. What’s bigger and scarier than a black hole? And they’re also the key to understanding the universe around us, so it shoulld be easy to get people to watch this documentary:
BBC Horizons: Who's afraid of a big black hole?
It turns out people are difficult to keep in your grip. If it’s significant, we ignore it. If it’s trivial, we can’t get enough of it. And people get dumber, and dumber, until the dumb people are actually the ones who run our countries, ruining our economy, sending jobs overseas or simply making them magically disappear.
 Dan Quayle |
“The Holocaust was an obscene period in our nation’s history. I mean in this century’s history. But we all lived in this century. I didn’t live in this century.” |
Now our money’s worthless, there’s a job shortage the likes of which has not been seen since the great depression, when last private businesses and banking interests got free reign to do what ever the fuck they wanted, when will we start noticing? When are we going to start checking in on what our guys in office are actually doing with our fucking time? We only have so much of it, you won’t live forever, and when you die there is now a very real chance the only legacy you’re leaving behind is “the guys who were too stupid to notice an entire country, an entire society, was usurped from under their feet by 1% of the population” and that it was done entirely through prop comedy distraction. All it took was a fucking remote control and something that wasn’t even scripted, just dumbasses on TV, and you didn’t even notice you were being fucked.
| “I have opinions of my own, strong opinions, but I don’t always agree with them” |  George Bush |
Stop and check if there’s a politician’s dick up your ass right now. And after you do, get enlightened. I’m not going to ask you to read a book, I’m trying to remain realistic after all. But watch a documentary, please. If you’re going to be governed by commercial programming and media conglomerates anyway, check out one of the only sources of gripping reality still available to us, because trust me, Jersey Shore is neither gripping nor real.
You owe it to your self, and your legacy, and the ones who follow us, to stop being stupid. There are no excuses.
So the muslim apes are at it again. Stoning women in Iran over alleged adultery. I figured I’ve made enough of a mockery of the christian pedophiles for a while and that my focus needs to shift over to all the other mass-delusions going on in the world.
So, some woman in Iran is charged with adultery, sentenced to death by stoning since muslims are all fucking barbaric baboons. Carla Bruni (and others) take offence to this, and is promptly called a prostitute.
©Sky News
Now, the news make light of this, after all Carla Bruni’s not going to get stoned since she’s not subject to the laws of the land. Right, and Salman Rushdie is completely safe. I’m quite serious about this, these fucking towelheaded monkeys will see any description falling under the umbrella of impiety according to muslim faith as a green light to do what ever the fuck they want. They are retards, and they are dangerous, and they will kill people over this.
All aboard the train to loonyville
The moderate muslim community is a myth, this is what they are, this is what they want.
I’ve just had enough of being tolerant to these intolerant, bigotted, narrowminded, hypocritical, not to mention murderous fucking cunts. Let’s just introduce all the jews and christians and muslims to each other in a large, healthy free for all where they can settle their differences like the gladiators of Rome did so they get an outlet for their viciousness and desire to kill every living thing that doesn’t conform to the bullshit they believe in, while we secular people get a chance to be safe and stay sane. Once they are done, free moralburgers for everyone. The lesson is not to bite over more than you can chew.
Eat a dick, muslims. Eat a dick.
Bang bang Baghdad Boy
29
Aug
I think that’s probably the headline with the highest pun density per letter on the internet right now.
Anyway, you can say what you want about Glenn Beck, but if what you’re wanting to say doesn’t include “Jesus Christ what a globulous intellectually bankrupt FUCKING fraud this clown is”, then you probably need to take a good hard look in the mirror, punch that mirror, grab the sharpest fragment that lands on the floor shortly after you punched the mirror, and stab yourself in the fucking eye.
Now, Olbermann is kind of obnoxious in his own way, but his arrogance is at least backed up by something (the ability to spell, for one), and he has a sense of humor about himself, like when Ben Affleck made him a punchline. I don’t particularly agree with Olbermann on a lot of things, but some common ground we share is the fact that Glenn Beck is a blithering idiot with a severe case of verbal diahrrea.
Olbermann tears Beck a new one
Americans need to stop and think for a moment. Not just about this, in general. Get your fingers out of the fucking bag of cheetos, go to a library and pick up a fucking book, learn why Glenn Beck’s latest crusade is the most vile and hateful distortion of truth your country has seen in 30 years. If you are a republican, read up on your own idols, what Reagan and Nixon actually advocated in terms of policy, and realize that they’d be (and are) ashamed to be associated with what their old party stands for today. Just try it, just for a little bit, to learn the facts for yourself instead of having it filtered through the ignominious hopeless skulls of inferior minds like the talking heads on CNN and FOX and MSNBC for that matter. Truth matters enough that it necessitates SOME fucking effort on your part. You can’t just sit this one out and trust these people, you just can’t.
You’re being lied to by everyone. Everybody lies. Get angry about that, and seek to correct them.
You've got to get mad.
This is where I get dull and personal for a while. Fuck you, it’s my site.
I’ve been trying to find some sustainable and self-repleneshing form of entertainment while I wait for school to really start back up again, because I’m a student again now, and this site is one such form of outlet, most notably picked up again by me because all other forms have pretty much failed to keep me busy for very long.
World of Warcraft takes up a small chunk of my life, but I only play maybe 8 hours a week of that now. I tried Starcraft 2, which was fun to begin with, but it really gets pretty repetitive after a while, just building the same order pretty much every time in order to force your opponent to do X because you did Y etc. I tried downloading some single player games, like Singularity, which was kinda crap, Toy Story 3 which was kinda infantile (well I guess I should have seen that one coming), and Sniper: Ghost Warrior which I’ll get to later.
I tried keeping up with current affairs in the US, which are making me both laugh and cry as I watch Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Bill Maher and David Cross rip the conservative retards a new one all over their respective acts.
HOW DARE YOU!
And you just don’t know what to do about it all, so I retreat and just try to digest it all for a while before I resort to escapism like we all do. And I started to play this Sniper game. And it actually made me angrier than all the debates raging about any subject so far.
This is a game by a polish company called City Interactive. Many, I’m sure, were thrilled when they heard that someone was making a game dedicated to hiding in the bushes and fucking making skulls blow up from miles and miles away as the lonely sniper. When I hear the word “sniper”, I kind of get images in my head of a misanthropic cunt who chainsmokes and grins like a motherfucker every time he sees a cranium shatter in the scope of his rifle, and that appeals to me on a very personal level for some reason.
Unfortunately, it becomes very clear the moment you enter the game in “Ultra” setting that you’re dealing with something from behind the iron curtain, although rather uncharacteristically for something from the old Soviet, it’s so riddled with compromise it’s literally seeping from every pore. You don’t so much play a sniper as you play John Rambo’s retarded cousin. It’s basically the same circumstance, with a lot of enemies, and FAR less range than you’d really prefer as a sniper, and a gun that fires 1 round at a time. I somehow suspect that if this game did give you any range or proper sniper cover, you’d be armed with a sawed off shotgun just to completely convince you how ass backwards the game is.
I was pretty upset at the graphics engine, obviously. It’s just bad. Crysis came out in 2007, and this came out now. This game looks like a relic from at least 2004, it’s just horrible. And the landscapes try to borrow heavily from Crysis or Just Cause 2 type scenery, but this really makes sniping an issue, because some foliage fetishist basically blocked every enemy from view and the minute you right click to scope with your rifle, you’re greeted with a blob of green where ever you turn.
I fucking hated this game, don’t buy it, don’t even download it illegally, it’s the most horrible shit I’ve played in a long long time.
By the way, you should all check out David Cross’ show “Bigger and Blackerer”, and Bill Maher’s “But I’m not wrong”, as seen here on torrent sites:
David Cross: Bigger and Blacker(er)
19
Jul
So explain this to me.
AWWWWWWWW
How is this beautiful? Reality check:
EWWWWWWWaaaait a minute
Notice how not beautiful a huge ass gut is in this picture for apparently completely arbitrary reasons.
Next person who comes up to me saying how pregnant women are beautiful is getting fucking stabbed in the eye.
15
Sep
Norway held an election, and I almost didn’t notice it. I don’t watch TV, I don’t really move outside too much, I hate watching politicians trying, straining to string together sentences that might make sense in their own dimension or using their particular brand of lunar-logic. The only reason I noticed, and this is a true story, is because on Monday morning (yesterday), at 10am, normally you can buy beer. And that’s what I was out to do because I wanted to get drunk and go to sleep right then.
On election day, it turns out, you can’t buy beer. Apparently Norwegians before used to get good and wasted and vote for Fred Flintstone or something as a joke.
This annoyed me enough to go vote. I had nothing else to do for the rest of the day, so I might as well, I thought. This was my first time voting ever.
Now, between the Norwegian NSDAP (the ironically named “progress party”, who wants us to regress to Germany ca. 1939) and the Trotskyist loons (who wants us to regress to Russia ca. 1917, but at least don’t have a stupid contradictory name), there really isn’t any good filler material. There’s just a lot of very shitty compromises. It’s still better than a 2-party system, and still not really good enough.
Nevertheless, I voted for the lesser of something like 13-14 evils. And it felt pretty good. And right now, knowing that today is NOT election day, the clock ticking ever closer to 10am and stores that sell beer teeming with cold alcoholic beverages, I feel even better, and safe in assuming that regardless what I had done it would not have made any difference on how the country is run at all.
I will have to remember to save some beer for the next election. Maybe I’ll vote for The Autobots.
12
Sep
So I can’t even tell you I’ve had other more important shit to do right now, I just kind of forgot and got lazy. Again. It takes a pretty good deal of effort to keep this shit going you know. Anyway, I might be moving some where else soon, to the south. I’m looking at getting a new job, and my family (parts of which I didn’t even know I had) are involved. So I am hopefully moving out of this stagnant fucking shithole and moving on up. Or down, geographically speaking.
Meanwhile since I am a lazy fucktard, here’s just some shit I downloaded from rapidshare’s and found exciting/funny/erotic. Porn vids go first:
And here are some weird adult comics (no not hentai you wapanese faggot):
16
Aug
You know idiots have mastered the art of copy/paste when you start seeing addons like this lying around on the internet. I don’t know what kind of sad, depraved, cretinous louts would actually use this addon, but it makes me sad just knowing they exist.
The general mundanity of my life as of late has been slightly balanced by my work on this site. It’s like the place I go to when I need to do something out of the ordinary, or see something out of the ordinary, because by providing something out of the ordinary for everyone else, it naturally filters through my eyes first. In that way, I guess I’m both kind of lucky and really unfortunate, since I get to see a lot more “out of the ordinary” than you do on this site.
What has become more and more ordinary though, in my quest for the exceptional, the weird, the alien, are pictures of fat homos sitting with 9 of their equally fat bare-chested friends, with a beer can balanced on their ninth belly, roaring advice at the best athletes in the world. They laugh together, they cry together, they dry-hump each other when their team scores, and sob on each other’s shoulders when their team loses. It’s a stunning display of obese ersatz homosexual relations.
fat cubs fan
All the same, while they are busy being naked with other men and dry-humping them, seeing this might make it easier to forget that these are fat fucking whales claiming to possess some authority on sportive tricks, while obviously not maintaining any propensity to participate in them. So, what’s that all about? Is the need for physical prowess being met vicariously, or are they just fat homos who like to watch really fit guys in shorts while they scarf down sleeve after sleeve of Pringles and Oreo’s. Actually Oreo’s may come in a box. I don’t really know. You know why I don’t know? Because I’m not a fat homo who watches televised sports.
Another dumb looking wobble-bottom
It’s quite obvious that these huge wobbly blubber-mounds are sports-fans because their desire for a successful career within sports was sadly taken from them at an early age by the company that makes Twinkies or something, but the deeper issue is still something that confounds me. What can explain the strange compulsion to cheer for a team with which you have no relations, apart from maybe a geographical one? And sometimes even that is not the case. And the base irony of an army of fucking fatties celebrating the physical prowess of fellow humans, does it not strike them at all? Would that it did, it would fucking strike them down like the fist of an angry deity, and we’d have less space-wasters on the fucking planet.
Britfat
To use Bill Maher’s take on an intimidatingly stupid phenomena: New rule, if you weigh more than a small village in the Ukraine, you’re not allowed to say you know shit about sports. You fucking clearly don’t.
So, how many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb?
You can send as many feminists as you like, they never achieve anything.
This is of course especially true when said feminists are stone cold fucking nuts, and stupid to boot. I ran across this hilarious activism site that claims that not only the hardcore magazines are degrading, but that the top models getting paid retarded amounts of money to pose in them, are being exploited and turned into objects.
She then goes on to blog about how depressed she is about being powerless over her own life. Maybe if she tried to take control of her own life, instead of mindlessly meddling with everyone else’s, she wouldn’t have this problem, at least that’s what a sane person would conclude. She even posted an article about anarchists being white male dominated, and that they should hear her plea for equality.
Maybe the stupid-virus has permeated her brain too thoroughly to understand why the anarchist movement is hardly likely to listen to a bunch of uggo lesbian retards with hairy pits, but I still think it’s pretty funny how any one can even remotely believe that equality in the anarchist movement would even be a good idea to promote the cause.
Honestly though, putting post-it’s on FHM and harassing people who buy them?
Why the fuck would anyone read magazines if they want porn anyway?
Maybe I’m just upset she’s meddling with my main demographic, people who like to look at naked women. I just don’t understand the way they’re all coming off like this is a bunch of women that were shipped from the Gulag to the Porn-valley of California, stripped naked and made to dance on camera for our amusement, these are grown women, fully capable of making their own lot in life, which this vapid cunt is apparently not capable of doing, as evidenced by her incessant whining on the blog she maintains. Maybe she’s more upset that she looks like a yeti that’s been put in a dress and then strategically shaved to fit in more (too bad they always seem to forget to do the armpits), and is lashing out against the women in these magazines that are actually pretty. I’ve yet to confirm this though, she seems to not embrace the idea of showing her face online for some hitherto unknown reason, but it seems to be a recurring theme in feminism that all of them are fucking ugly.
You can have my porn when you pry it from my cold dead left hand, you fucking fascist cunt. Here’s something anon made:
23
Jun
I don’t know what to think about this whole media uproar and Perez Hilton’s butthurt videoblog retardedness (by the way, watching it is a good game of “you rage you lose” for you and your friends, try it some time), I just know that I don’t even really know who Perez Hilton is except that he’s a faggot who bruises (and apparently scars, lol) easily, and has a very incessant way of telling people his view on things matters. The little I’ve seen of him definitely merits a good thrashing, possibly a knife to the eye, but it’s not something I’ve spent a whole lot of time thinking about, since I don’t give a shit about scene gays blogging on the internet, but I mean, look at this douche:
I definitely know I fucking hate the Black Eyed Peas though. Their lyrics are possibly the most inane drivel ever put on paper since Gwen Stefani apparently started outsourcing her songwriting to some Hindi’s in Mumbai, and the music combined with this fucking random-word-generator nonsense is like flossing your head with a rusty splintered wire that has dentist appointments and Ctrl+Alt+Delete comics tied to it.
What I’m trying to say here is, next time anyone knows that these two clowns are in the same building together, try to place firearms or explosives at strategic locations you know they’re bound to be close at the time of encounter. Maybe we’ll kill two turdbirds with one stone. At least, hope springs eternal.
With the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade 2009 just under a week away now, the time once again for me to question the way gays solicit the idea of equality from us. This has been an ongoing struggle for me, both with myself, and with others. Some of my gay friends think the pride parade is a travesty, and a really good way to undermine the goal of gay rights activism.
“Ask one of the participants if they would give a damn if a bunch of straight people put on gaudy neon-colored latex, and marched down mainstreet for father’s day, or any other benign cause”.
They wouldn’t. But they would probably go “Jesus christ, those guys look pretty stupid”.
They’re of course welcome to their parade, but they’re fooling themselves if they think people come to watch for reasons beyond the spectacle of men and women making a conscious effort to dress and look as retarded as humanly possible. This isn’t calling attention to the plight of homosexuals, it’s just calling attention. Some have said “it creates awareness”. Awareness of what? Gay people dress like people in German bondage movies?
This doesn’t create awareness of anything. And “it creates awareness” has become possibly the emptiest phrase in the English language. Everyone knows homosexuals exist, absolutely everyone. Everyone knows they have problems. I’m extremely sure that putting on a stupid costume and sitting on a float shaped like a giant papier-mâché penis is not going to do anything to solve those problems. If this is putting a face on the issue, and making gay people look more like people, I’d suggest a bunch of different faces, and a close re-examination of what other people look like. Most of them aren’t wearing bright pink leather vests, and if they are, they’re shunned by everyone, regardless of them being straight or not.
I’m just getting so fucking tired of the “have your cake and eat it too, then have another cake because of the suffering” shit all of them seem to pull, and the fact that they are just as tunnel-visioned and self-centered as anyone else who thinks that because life is not a Disney movie, that means they are being fucking oppressed by someone. Life sucks, life is a series of unrelenting crushing disappointments, life is a spiritless and heartless endeavor.
“Oh but that’s not what gay pride parade is about, it’s just about being gay and proud!”
Fine, that I can live with. Just don’t go acting like it’s something you need, or something that is necessary to further your cause, because it will not, and does not, make one iota of difference.
Everybody loves to see a clown wear rainbow colored baggy pants and get a pie in his face, but that only means that when a crowd starts to gather, they’re there to see this clown dress awkwardly and get pelted with pies. It doesn’t detract from his success as a clown, but see how many people stay if he starts holding a speech about his difficult childhood.
20
Jun
I’ve been struck with a rather saddening realization lately, one that has deepened my sense of despair, if possible, even further than I previously imagined possible. And that realization is, that this current revitalization of my site has encompassed, mainly, the posting of pornography and pictures containing cheap laughs, and none of my trademark wit that so many have come to grow fond of, that is if you disregard my half-assed attempt to make fun of a gaudy pop band that makes earwax made of razors seem like a pretty pleasant natural occurrence.
I posted the cheap laughs and pornography because I knew it would attract a huge number of people looking for cheap laughs and pornography. Maybe 1 or 2 semi-intelligent people would saunter in as well, semi-intelligent people not being immune to cheap laughs and pornography just by virtue of having a brain. I mean, come on, we’re all still people.
So I thought, is this what it feels like to be an attention whore? Because I’ve just been soliciting the visits of the scum of the earth, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, they would take the time to listen to the stupid shit I have to say about how much I hate them. It’s not an easy sell, asking people to set some time aside so you can berate them for no specific reason.
I guess that’s why I some times sneak some kind of thought-provoking images into my galleries of weirdness, because I know if there’s too many letters people will be easily deterred and start flailing towards the “Stumble!” button, or just going for a fresh google search to find a site that can just give them videos of girls with tits bigger than a basketball, without ads, and without telling them what sad sacks of shit they are, preferably this fucking minute. Well, usually I’m too lazy to do anything else, but come on, I am doing this for myself really, I’m not making any money off of it, no ads, nothing. I just do this to vent about what a dark and shitty fucked up place the world is right now, though glancing at my picture galleries and the average internet browsing cunt this is probably a point well and truly soaring above your fucking heads like the Hindenburg, and right now I’m the guy with the hand-held acetylene torch.
So, while I patronize you craven cunts and wallow in self-pity over the fact that my ego seriously doesn’t get enough satisfaction from just pumping out gore and pornography, I want you not to worry. I may have strayed from the path earlier, and given up completely for a little while, but I’ll stick by it for a little while longer. I’ll just make sure to, at appropriate intervals, call you all unappreciative fuckers, and keep punishing you by sneaking in pictures of cats being burned alive, or posting Taylor Swift music videos. Then we’ll see who cries themselves to sleep, you fucking bastards. Then we’ll see.
Do not worry! Some other fat fucking american idiot is here to help you!
Voice acting can decide whether or not a fantasy game-universe can be made believable to the incredulous kind of person who is not so inclined to dive face first into a japanese color-orgy filled to the brim with over-exaggerated dialogue and gay retards with stupid hair. For example, Blood Omen: Legacy of Kain has a great story, we all know it does. But the game play can be pretty frustratingly bad at times, and I some times felt like I was aching my self through a never-ending series of slaughters, just to see some progression in the storyline. But every so often, Kain would give me a smart remark, an item description of an exceptionally vivid nature, or a comment on the foul stench that surrounded him in every city. Had this not been delivered in a good way, I would probably not have immersed myself as much in the story and potentially not realized how fucking awesome it was.
Then you get games like Baten Kaitos, which for the 15 minutes I played it, was like drilling a hole in my ears and then putting it next to a sandblaster, and then having Alanis Morisette do any of her songs on SUNN O)))’s stage sound gear. It was fucking horrendous. I don’t know how else to describe the voices, but they were really. fucking. bad.
There’s also the entire Resident Evil series, suspending that everything about it screams “you’re either a 12 year old girl or a fucking retard if you like this”, and also the fact that I love Yahtzee Croshaw, I was very disappointed by the fact that he never once mentioned how fucking bad the voice acting is in those games. Except maybe with the Villain-With-Throat-Cancer bit. I some times wake up in a cold sweat, the sounds still ringing in my ears, the flat and monotonous “cry” for help: “Leon!” It might as well have been performed by text-to-speech software from the late 90′s.
“Zombies.” She said, as if she was ordering them from a fucking drive through. And I’ve heard more convincing grunts of agony on 8mm amateur pornographic movies. That were fake.
Though I’m pretty sure everything will still suck about Resident Evil, they could at least make the actors sound like they didn’t have to pay to have their names billed on the fucking thing.
Voice acting can mean everything for a cynical realist bastard like me, because I don’t care about flashy swords that much, or the camera angle swooping in to catch a close-up of a particularly sneaky or bloody murder, or the way the bodies drop to the ground after running penis first into hail of birdshot. And I especially don’t give a shit about the fake tension between
teenage-protagonist-with-gay-hair #1 and
teenage-protagonist-named-after-a-German-Nazi-Philosopher-to-better-feign-pseudo-intellectualism-
but-ultimately-just-look-infantile-and-fucking-retarded.
I really don’t care about anything other than PLOT, CHARACTERS AND THEIR DEVELOPMENT, NARRATIVE AND DIALOGUE, unless the game is Crysis or COD4, in which case it might be worth catching that the first looks better than real life and the latter is written by a cynical bastard like myself, and in any case both Crysis and COD4 look great, and have redeeming features beyond eye-candy. And because the narrative and the dialogue should really make up a pretty big bulk of any modern video-game, it’s all the more important that it’s not done by flatulent egos and failed porn actresses who couldn’t make ends meet (harr) just being a fluffer.
Basically what I’m trying to say is, unless Capcom has found a way to perform a miracle, I’ll still hate the Resident Evil Franchise (can anyone say EA strategy) after 5 is released. Even if the voice acting has improved, which I doubt it will have.
Haha, april fools.
You’re all fuckers.
1
Jan
It started off as a very promising premise, but the year ended not with a bang, but more of an anti-climactic and hollow thump. And now, my head feels like there’s a Mexican living in it, and on top of everything he’s starting a fucking marching band.
I’m never gonna drink again.
I’ve, yet again, maybe to the fault of my own mainly, managed to become infuriated by the myths and remedial anecdotes that non-smokers are willing and some how able to perpetuate. I am, on a nearly daily basis in real life, forced to deal with people who can claim empirical anecdotal evidence that points to the evil of secondary smoking. I have stopped arguing this, at least at any length and I simply state to them that this is the same stance as that of the faithful. To some people, if they believe God exists, then to them God will exist. It does not prove anything to me, or to anyone else though.
There is a country-wide ban on smoking in indoor public areas (restaurants and bars and etc), and I’m fine with that. I won’t be bothered with it, I’ll go some where else, where I am allowed to smoke indoors so as to not freeze my ass off every time I have to smoke. Now, this is coming under attack from the baffling non-smoker. I told this point to a friend of mine, that I’m fine with the smoke ban now, I’ll just not come out to bars until I am out of drink at the party. Usually this is around 1am, and is indeed now the time that usually any one will emerge from their parties and venture to bars and clubs.
He actually managed to say this: “Yes, that’s how selfish the smokers are, that they will delay the fun for everyone else like that and stay at a party, so that there’s no life at all in the clubs or in bars.”
I’m sorry, I said to him, but you mean to tell me that the smokers still should cater to the non-smoker, after having been thrown out of the bars and clubs, we should come back without our filthy habits, give that up I should say, just so that the non-smoker will suffer no discomfort, not the slightest inconvenience or loss of luxury, but it is we, the smokers, who are selfish? The fact that he could say that to me, showed a degree of solipsism, egocentricity and lack of introspection that is revolting, disgusting, absolutely fucking sickening. Not only had he not done his homework in general when it came to secondary smoke, as it has been proven time and time again that the only people concerned about the facts, are those who are made to suffer for them. Those who profit from speculation made the general consensus, will never endeavor to research it. And he still had the fucking balls to claim the moral highground.
I can not still fully believe that all non-smokers are like this, but more and more it seems like they are. Dispensing, conveniently enough, with the need for evidence, and saying that because others do not consider their best interest, they are the selfish ones. Yes, consider at ALL TIMES the desires of US or you will RIGHTFULLY be called selfish. How can they even bring themselves to this contradiction? It is so base, so crude, and so fucking stupid, I can’t believe they are able to do it. But they are, and trump evidence with personal experience, which a lot of smokers some how accept.
Do not attempt to present anecdotal evidence to support your claim, it will not work. “I know it’s true because I kind of feel like my throat kind of dry up”. I can prove God this way, I can prove even the moral soundness of child rape, the superiority of tomato soup over a fine steak dinner, and the stone age mentality required to make such fucking claims. I can say to you that Jesus came to me in a dream and told me to kill a bunch of people, and that Clearly, Jesus is to be judged here. You are free to believe that, of course, but I will still call you a fucking retard if you start talking loudly about it, and point out the idiocy of it.
And by the way, fuck you all.
15
Dec
Lately I’ve endeavored to rid my self of trite and tawdry female acquaintances. I don’t know especially why, I guess I just felt the time had come where they answer for their foolishness. So, I conjured the suspiciously terse and to the point slogan on this Norwegian equivalent of MySpace: “You can have your International Woman Day, because the rest of the year is ours”.
Needless to say this endeavor did not quickly become opulent with members, though I did not either receive the amount of hate mail I had hoped for, not even an admonition of the imminent flood of female militias for touching on the politically incorrect notion that women are somehow less worth than men.
Of course the politically correct thing nowadays is to point out how women are superior, as if that is some how more endorsing of equality, when it only stands as an obelisk to show how feeble-minded some women truly are, and is not a laudable fucking utterance or even worthy of my contemplation.
Any way, with the fickle nature of female emotions being as they are, some have started to act very strange on me. I decided to return in favor by acting severely emotionally crippled, and taking any statement that could contain a negative duality, blowing it completely out of proportion and pretend a furious riot, blocking them from my MSN for a small amount of time.
Well this all went above their heads, so I’ll not attempt it again. How ever, I think it’s a fair assumption that they’ll at least keep their distance from me now, and keep their ridiculous emotionally overloaded antics all to themselves.
Some times, I really fucking hate you cunts. I really do.