Posts Tagged ‘asshole’

I admit it.

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

I'm guilty. I did it. I killed the Rev. Jerry Falwell. (Does "Rev." stand for "Revolting"?) For those of you who are oblivious, Jerry Falwell was found dead in his office. It's assumed that he had a coronary episode. However, the truth is that I snuck into his office with my ninja skills and dispatched him using a poison that has potassium chloride in it, which simulated the conditions of a myocardial infarction. Once his Holy Fuckness was dead, I saw his soul for an instant, hovering above his body, before it was sucked down in a red flash, where hopefully he'll be anally raped for all eternity by a series of gay Muslim men wearing Teletubby masks. As is my typical custom, I celebrated Falwell's death by doing a little happy dance – it's what I usually do when despicable people shuffle off the mortal coil. And since I was the one who killed him, I was especially happy! Don't believe me? Just look below for proof of my ninjosity (Click for a larger version):

Ninja Avitable


In other news, when I got my mail today, I received an awesome postcard from the one and only Mr. Fabulous. He finally took me up on my advice to try necrophilia:

Postcards from the Edge

Thanks to Crystal for the idea for today's post.

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Mother's Day – what's the point?

Monday, May 14th, 2007

The idea of Mother's Day is to thank the woman who sacrificed so much and raised you, right? So, one day a year, that woman is supposed to get a free ride. The husband helps the kids make her breakfast in bed, they give her flowers and handmade cards and gifts, she gets to eat Bon Bons and watch TV and maybe go out to a nice dinner. And the household will be run smoothly by the husband and the children. This is, of course, how it's supposed to be. And for my family, that's how it was (for the most part) when we were kids. Mom would sleep in late even though she's usually up by 5:30-6:00 AM, we'd bring her eggs and toast and coffee, and pretty much try to stay out of her way and let her relax and do whatever she wanted to do. It was nice, and she appreciated it, and it somehow made the pain and suffering of having children seem worthwhile, at least for a day.

But let's look at now. I haven't lived at home since my summers during college almost 10 years ago. I buy them gifts that are of equal value of what they buy us. I don't involve them in my finances, and any loans are being paid back with interest. My mother hasn't had to sacrifice anything for me since the summer of 1998 when I packed up and moved everything I owned out of the house and went to law school. She and my father live their lives, separate from mine, except on holidays.

And while I love and respect them both very much and think they did a great job with me – since I'm so awesome, you know – I have to wonder what the point is of celebrating Mother's Day and Father's Day now. Isn't it just saying "Hey, thanks for doing a good job way back then. I know we celebrated it during that year, too, but now we're just revisiting it for some reason"? What exactly are we celebrating?

This doesn't mean I'm going to stop celebrating or start some rebellion and be an asshole to my parents. I'm just reminded of a time when I was a child and asked when Adam Day was, in reference to a discussion of Mother's Day. My mother said, "Every day is Adam Day." Well, now I'm just wondering if, for a mother with no kids in her household, isn't every day "Mother's Day"?

Foaming at the mouth

Friday, May 11th, 2007

My mood ebbs and flows. Today, I feel like talking about just a few types of people that I hate. If you see yourself in here, it doesn't mean I'm thinking of you. It just means that maybe you should take a look at yourself – you might suck!

I hate . . .

1. The White Trash Whore – Do you wear thick blue mascara around both your eyes and wear clothes so tight that you look like a fat, ugly version of Daisy Duke? Are you on the government's dime with a really poor excuse why you can't work a real job? Do you do nothing but whine and bitch about things not being easy for you? Do you watch Oprah or Dr. Phil and agree with absolutely everything they have to say? Are your kids not even yours but you say you love them until they're obnoxious little shits and then you make it clear they're not yours? Do you live in a trailer but dream of living in a big mansion and lay on the pull-out couch talking about it with your worthless boyfriend, and do your plans of making it to that big mansion involve buying lottery tickets instead of working hard? Have you ever thought that one of Jeff Foxworthy's redneck jokes hit too close to home? Have you ever turned the oven on and left it open to heat your house? I fucking hate you.

2. The Confused Political Theorist – Do you think you're a liberal but want to censor and punish everyone who doesn't agree with you? Do you support freedom of speech unless it doesn't suit your needs? Do you think you're a conservative but you espouse sexist and racist views? Do you want corporations to have power and a powerful veil of privacy, but you want to regulate what citizens do in the privacy of their own home? Are you a drunk who thinks marijuana is harmful? Do you agree with Rush Limbaugh, Bill O'Reilly, Al Franken, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, Ann Coulter, or Michael Moore? Do you think Don Imus should have been fired, really? Do you think Bill Clinton should have been impeached, really? Do you blindly support W or, conversely, celebrate dead soldiers? I fucking hate you.

3. The Brainless – Do you make decisions based on one side of an argument, without even considering facts not in evidence or that one side's motivation? Do you hear something from an unknown third party and treat it like gospel? Do you forward email warnings about dangers that are clearly urban legends? Do you think Target is a French company that hates America? Do you think that flashing your brights will get you run off the road? Do you know that there's a site called Snopes that you can use to check emails before forwarding them but you can't be bothered? Do you accept all authority unflinchingly and without doubt? Do you still have a problem with "your", "you're", "their", "they're", "there", "it's", and "its", even though it's been drilled into your head a million times? Do you assume that someone speaking with a foreign accent is stupid? Do you say "What?" with a stupid look on your face when people try to talk to you? Have you ever believed anything that a morning DJ said? I fucking hate you.

I know, it's only three groups of people, but it's good enough for tonight. If you read this, and you apply to all three groups, please go see how many lit M-80s you can eat before they explode. Please go do a personal tire inflation check on every car going down the busiest interstate in your town. Please go lay down behind the local drunk's truck at your local dive bar. Please go see if the guns at the range are loaded by looking down the barrel. Please go roll in honey and hang out where bears play. Please go receive anal sex from an angry horse. I fucking hate you.

A is for asshole

Friday, May 4th, 2007

I am NOT a nice person. Some of you think you may know me, and that while I seem all crotchety and shit, I'm actually friendly and kind and other stupid attributes. Well, it's not true. I am an asshole. The things you'll read here might finally make you realize this.

Wednesday, after going to my barber's for my weekly trim and shave, was when I reached the realization that I am indeed an asshole. I walked into the barber's and immediately noticed that my usual barber, Raul, wasn't there. I asked the owner where he is, and she says, "Oh. Well, he's in the hospital right now. They found out that he might have lymphoma."

"That's horrible," I said. "Who's going to cut my hair and shave me?"

She gave me a slightly strange look. "Natalia is going to do it today. So, about Raul. Would you like his phone number? Some of his regulars are checking in on him and sending flowers or something."

On the inside, I'm thinking furiously. What the fuck can I say to that other than "Okay"? I don't want his fucking phone number – I'm not going to call my barber who might have cancer and make small talk! Maybe I'd send him something at the hospital, if he wasn't just my fucking barber! But there was no real answer I could give that would get me off the hook, so I shrugged and said "Sure. Maybe I can send him something."

Two days later, and I still haven't sent him something. If he doesn't die and actually comes back to work, I'll ask him if he got the nice arrangement that I had sent up, and when he says, "No," I'll blame the hospital and the old lady volunteers working the gift shop. But, in the end, and this is the REALLY asshole thing, I'm almost hoping that he doesn't come back so I don't have to worry about it.

So that got me thinking about some of the other things I've done in my life that qualify me for A+ Asshole status:

  • Dumped gasoline into a koi pond, killing all of the fish.
  • Walked past a homeless man, and when he said, "Spare change?", answered "No thanks, I don't need any" and kept walking.
  • Broke up with a girl right after prom because she wouldn't give me a blowjob.
  • Rang up $400 in 900-number calls at my friend's heavily religious grandparents' cabin, and then blamed my friend.
  • Videotaped several nights worth of the senior class's tradition of streaking the Colonnade during my senior year of college.
  • Gave the homeless guy who was selling merchandise in the middle of the road in Saint Louis $1.00 for a huge stuffed animal and promised him I'd come back in an hour with the other $9 he wanted. Avoided that intersection for the next three years of law school.
  • Spread rumors that a professor was a pedophile because I didn't like his attitude that he was smarter than me.
  • Seduced my younger sister's friends when they would come over to have sleepovers with her.
  • Pretended to put change in a tip jar.
  • Saw two kids lighting and throwing firecrackers out their car window as they drove in a residential neighborhood. Followed them, pulled them over as a citizen, and got them arrested by the actual police because they were really, really ugly.
  • Ruined the ending of a movie for someone who really, really was excited about it. It was the Sixth Sense.
  • Told a child that there was no Santa Claus.

Still like me now? Didn't think so.