There has always been a big stink about illegal immigrants in this country, should we let them stay or should we kick them out. I say let them stay and apply for legal status. I am a first generation immigrant, my parents came to the US when I was 4 and we came here legally. We struggled hard in the beginning and it was tough but our family succeeded.
People in the US are always pissing and moaning because they say illegal immigrants take jobs away from US citizens. I say FUCK YOU! Most of the jobs they take are jobs that nobody in the US are willing to do. They pick fruits and vegetables, they wash our cars, take care of our children and all kinds of other jobs. If we set up a guest worker system, and did background checks etc. It would be easier to keep track of these people and make sure they pay their taxes. It should also be a requirement to ensure they learn to speak English.
This doesn't mean I like illegal immigrants though.
Earlier this week the big news was the student walk outs around the country. Fuck them, the stupid little pieces of shit. Most of them couldn't tell you why they were walking out, they just thought it would be a good way to get out of school for the day. All the news channels were saying that now congress would have to wake up and start listening to the Hispanic population, and the students. BULLSHIT! Most of the students were under 18 so they can't vote and if their parents are illegal then they can't vote either. So who fucking cares? Those stupid Mexican kids should have stayed in class and actually learned something rather than playing in the fucking pool at city hall. The drop out rate for Hispanics in Texas is over 50% and they consistently score lower on standardized tests.
Why you ask? Because they have grown up in America land of the fat and lazy. Where it's not good enough for you to go out and work for a living you have to have everything handed to you. Where the only thing that matters is the bottom line.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Rant 2
So I was in my favorite store the other day and I had to take a shit. I hate going number 2 in a public restroom its just wrong. So I walk in squeezing my ass cheeks together and all of the stalls are being used, even the handicapped one. The only thing handicapped about the jack ass in there was his flatulence. A stall cleared and I made my way over to it. I was not about to sit on a toilet seat that had just been occupied by some old geezer so I was relieved to see that they had the toilet seat covers. I am fully aware that it is just the tiniest slip of paper separating my ass from the seat but it is the illusion that I am not sitting on the seat that counts.
I pull out a cover and carefully detach the center ring, and place it gingerly on the toilet seat. I turned around and started to pull down my pants when I heard this whoosh! When I looked at the toilet the cover was gone. I placed another on the seat turned around and whoosh, a second was gone. Now I was getting mad. Mother fucking toilet stealing my covers? I placed a third and, you guessed it whoosh. It was only then that I realized that it was one of those self flushing toilets. I ended up squatting like a fucking dog, cause there was no way my ass was going to touch the still warm toilet seat.
This just goes to show you what a lazy good for nothing society we live in. Its ok to have a urinal be auto flush because unless your some kind of contortionist you can't get your foot that high, but a regular toilet any one can reach. Its a sad statement that you have to install auto-flushers, because most people are too goddamn lazy to flush the toilet themselves.
Here's another problem with the auto-flusher. What if you want to inspect your movement? You might have lost some internal organ, or passed something that a guy named Pedro needs delivered. You can't do that if the second your ass is off the seat, the toilet flushes. Do you think Pedro will like that excuse if he doesn't get his shipment? What if you needed to know the last time you ate corn?
I pull out a cover and carefully detach the center ring, and place it gingerly on the toilet seat. I turned around and started to pull down my pants when I heard this whoosh! When I looked at the toilet the cover was gone. I placed another on the seat turned around and whoosh, a second was gone. Now I was getting mad. Mother fucking toilet stealing my covers? I placed a third and, you guessed it whoosh. It was only then that I realized that it was one of those self flushing toilets. I ended up squatting like a fucking dog, cause there was no way my ass was going to touch the still warm toilet seat.
This just goes to show you what a lazy good for nothing society we live in. Its ok to have a urinal be auto flush because unless your some kind of contortionist you can't get your foot that high, but a regular toilet any one can reach. Its a sad statement that you have to install auto-flushers, because most people are too goddamn lazy to flush the toilet themselves.
Here's another problem with the auto-flusher. What if you want to inspect your movement? You might have lost some internal organ, or passed something that a guy named Pedro needs delivered. You can't do that if the second your ass is off the seat, the toilet flushes. Do you think Pedro will like that excuse if he doesn't get his shipment? What if you needed to know the last time you ate corn?
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Rant 1
I am so tired of working with these customers that like to think that they know what they are talking about because they have a video camera and a computer. Most of them are so far way from reality in that aspect that it sickens me.
Take these morons today. They spent several thousand dollars renting a camera and shooting the precious daughter of one of them, but it all looked like shit and sounded like shit. Half the time it was the "blair witch project" half the time it was just the fucking floor "OOOOOHHH look at how pretty Brenda is. OOO listen to how good she sounds." Yeah like an elephant giving birth.
And then this other guy who spent thousands of dollars of company money on equipment to "produce quality videos" and then shoots it all outside on a noisy fucking street and then comes to me and begs me to help him fix it. Sure I can fix it give me the fucking camera and you lock yourself in a closet, tool.
It's great that there are these advancements because it, in most cases, makes my job easier but then you get these people, and suddenly you are an ass because you want to charge them money for something they think they can do at home. "Well I have a DVD burner at home can't I just edit there?" Yes fuck nuts but it will look and sound like shit, but who fucking cares cause Aunt Mille will be so impressed that she'll just lay down and spread 'em for you. Fuck you.
I am also tired of every yokel that walks in the door and wants their shitty home videos done for less than other people want to pay for them. And then there is the ever popular question,"Now I can just put this DVD in my computer and edit it right?" If you could do that you dildo then why the fuck are you asking me. "Yes Ma'am if you have the right software and half a mother fucking brain."
Take these morons today. They spent several thousand dollars renting a camera and shooting the precious daughter of one of them, but it all looked like shit and sounded like shit. Half the time it was the "blair witch project" half the time it was just the fucking floor "OOOOOHHH look at how pretty Brenda is. OOO listen to how good she sounds." Yeah like an elephant giving birth.
And then this other guy who spent thousands of dollars of company money on equipment to "produce quality videos" and then shoots it all outside on a noisy fucking street and then comes to me and begs me to help him fix it. Sure I can fix it give me the fucking camera and you lock yourself in a closet, tool.
It's great that there are these advancements because it, in most cases, makes my job easier but then you get these people, and suddenly you are an ass because you want to charge them money for something they think they can do at home. "Well I have a DVD burner at home can't I just edit there?" Yes fuck nuts but it will look and sound like shit, but who fucking cares cause Aunt Mille will be so impressed that she'll just lay down and spread 'em for you. Fuck you.
I am also tired of every yokel that walks in the door and wants their shitty home videos done for less than other people want to pay for them. And then there is the ever popular question,"Now I can just put this DVD in my computer and edit it right?" If you could do that you dildo then why the fuck are you asking me. "Yes Ma'am if you have the right software and half a mother fucking brain."
Who likes hippies anyway?
Ok, here is the deal. I actually have a life and Al, well Al is Al lets just leave it at that. I am not sitting in my big ass fancy house driving my new mercedes around a town where half the population are poor starving hippies, mexicans and indians. Ok we'll leave the hippies out of the equation because who likes hippies anyway. Nor am I on the golf course supporting the turf and fertilizer industry, who are well known polluters of our streams, lakes and rivers. For that matter I have a lush green lawn where I am SUPPOSED to have one, not in the FUCKING DESERT. What kind of slack jawed yokle has a water sucking lawn in a desert. You do fucker. You know who I am talking about.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Fishing is Life
I've been in a little bit of a funk lately. Yes Diane Sawyer had a little to do with it but I think there is a deeper reason. It has taken me a little while to figure out but I've fianlly got my finger on it. Fishing, I miss fishing. It has been a little too cold to go out in the kayak, so I have been cooped up in the house getting all of my gear ready for the first nice warm day. Sure there have been some warm days, but they all seem to fall during the week. When Staurday and Sunday come around its too cool and windy. The fishing I miss the most is trout fishing. I miss being on a high mountain stream in New Mexico casting to those beautiful sparkling fish. The cast the drift the swirl the fish on the fly, tight line. John Gierach once wrote, "After all the one place you almost always want to be is on a trout stream with a fly rod. Once you're actually there, it seems unreasonable to impose further conditions."
What more can be said?
What more can be said?
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Screw you Diane Sawyer
So I woke up the other morning to that sick smiling face of Diane Sawyer on Good Morning America, and I hear her say through the foggy haze of sleep, that January 24 is the most depressing day of the year. Screw you! Thats my birthday! How dare she say something like that on National TV! It set the tone for the rest of the day. It was one disaster after another. An interview went poorly, I fought with my wife, I got shitty news from a friend, and I turned one year older. This just goes to show the complete irresponsibility of the media today.
Is it sensational? Is it complete and utter schlock? Is it trashy gossip about some beautiful movie star? Then by god its news! It would have been tolerable had she said it once, but no she repeats it again, and again, and again. Thanks a lot you washed up Ms. America weather girl has been. You have yourself a nice day.
Is it sensational? Is it complete and utter schlock? Is it trashy gossip about some beautiful movie star? Then by god its news! It would have been tolerable had she said it once, but no she repeats it again, and again, and again. Thanks a lot you washed up Ms. America weather girl has been. You have yourself a nice day.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
For Terry's amusement
www.ebaumsworld.com
I am sure you will like all the videos where a guy gets hit in the nuts.
I am sure you will like all the videos where a guy gets hit in the nuts.
What if Jesus Came back? Post your comments
If Jesus Came Back
Setting:
Modern day United States, Bible belt.
“Son” The Preacher said, “we can help you release those demons in your head!”
“Demons, what demons? I am Jesus Christ the only son of God,” said Jesus the Son of God.
“Blasphemer! How dare you say that about our sacred Lord God! Jesus Christ himself will strike you down and you will be lost to hell if you don’t recant!”
“ Sweet, misguided sir, you don’t seem to understand, I am the son of God, returned to earth to bring peace and good will to all mankind. You have been killing, and hating one another for far too long and it is time for reckoning.”
“Okay ‘Heysoos’, you Mexicans think you can come to our country and take our jobs and our God? You are sorely mistaken. The one thing that is giving you away ‘Heysoos’ is not your words of love and peace but its that dark oily skin and black hair. Come on it is well known that our Lord Jesus was fair skinned”
“Brother,” said Jesus “ I was born in what you now call the Middle East, my appearance is what it should be, for one of such a land.”
At this point The Preacher’s bloated face, turned crimson with anger. He grabbed his perfectly quaffed hair and began to shake violently. “I feel the power of the Lord coming into me!” he spat. Flecks of spittle flew through the air and landed all over Jesus’ face. Jesus sat calmly while the portly preacher, contorted and twisted his features into a mask of contempt.
“So that’s it!” He screamed full into the face of the man before him, “You, you heathen, you ungodly dirty Arab! How dare you posture yourself as the champion and founder of Christianity! I have preached against the likes of you for years! You people are doing Satan’s bidding, killing peaceful women and children with your suicide bombs, and insurgent attacks, all the while praying to the false God, Allah. I know your tricks Satan, I have been tempted one too many times!”
“Sir’, said Jesus in a calm peaceful tone of voice cutting off The Preacher’s tirade, “I know of all the times you have been tempted. I was there when you took the money and spent it on that fancy car, saying that you needed it to do the Lords work. I was there when you took that young girl into the storeroom and said that Jesus would be proud, and that you were doing the Lords work, all the while she cried. She has spoken to me and told me of her feelings of shame and regret. I have also heard you speak out against Jews, and Buddhists, Hindus, and Muslims, and many other religions. I have come today to set the record straight. It is not I you should be worshipping, it is the way I lived my life. It is how I spoke to people, not what I said that matters. It is the deeds I performed for others, not for myself. That is what you missed. In all your years of preaching and spreading the “Word” you refused to follow in my footsteps. In your blindness, your one-sidedness, your contempt and hatred for the beliefs of others, you missed the common thread, which could have solved the world’s problems. Ponder it for a while and see if you can tell me what it is.
Can you?
Setting:
Modern day United States, Bible belt.
“Son” The Preacher said, “we can help you release those demons in your head!”
“Demons, what demons? I am Jesus Christ the only son of God,” said Jesus the Son of God.
“Blasphemer! How dare you say that about our sacred Lord God! Jesus Christ himself will strike you down and you will be lost to hell if you don’t recant!”
“ Sweet, misguided sir, you don’t seem to understand, I am the son of God, returned to earth to bring peace and good will to all mankind. You have been killing, and hating one another for far too long and it is time for reckoning.”
“Okay ‘Heysoos’, you Mexicans think you can come to our country and take our jobs and our God? You are sorely mistaken. The one thing that is giving you away ‘Heysoos’ is not your words of love and peace but its that dark oily skin and black hair. Come on it is well known that our Lord Jesus was fair skinned”
“Brother,” said Jesus “ I was born in what you now call the Middle East, my appearance is what it should be, for one of such a land.”
At this point The Preacher’s bloated face, turned crimson with anger. He grabbed his perfectly quaffed hair and began to shake violently. “I feel the power of the Lord coming into me!” he spat. Flecks of spittle flew through the air and landed all over Jesus’ face. Jesus sat calmly while the portly preacher, contorted and twisted his features into a mask of contempt.
“So that’s it!” He screamed full into the face of the man before him, “You, you heathen, you ungodly dirty Arab! How dare you posture yourself as the champion and founder of Christianity! I have preached against the likes of you for years! You people are doing Satan’s bidding, killing peaceful women and children with your suicide bombs, and insurgent attacks, all the while praying to the false God, Allah. I know your tricks Satan, I have been tempted one too many times!”
“Sir’, said Jesus in a calm peaceful tone of voice cutting off The Preacher’s tirade, “I know of all the times you have been tempted. I was there when you took the money and spent it on that fancy car, saying that you needed it to do the Lords work. I was there when you took that young girl into the storeroom and said that Jesus would be proud, and that you were doing the Lords work, all the while she cried. She has spoken to me and told me of her feelings of shame and regret. I have also heard you speak out against Jews, and Buddhists, Hindus, and Muslims, and many other religions. I have come today to set the record straight. It is not I you should be worshipping, it is the way I lived my life. It is how I spoke to people, not what I said that matters. It is the deeds I performed for others, not for myself. That is what you missed. In all your years of preaching and spreading the “Word” you refused to follow in my footsteps. In your blindness, your one-sidedness, your contempt and hatred for the beliefs of others, you missed the common thread, which could have solved the world’s problems. Ponder it for a while and see if you can tell me what it is.
Can you?
Friday, January 13, 2006
F You Terry
So now that I am all relaxed it's time to say a hearty Fuck you Terry.
I am lambasted constantly by your inane comments. Yes sometimes it takes me a long time to post an update, but some things are better left unsaid. I am attempting to be a little sesquipedalian, but it is not working out like I would like.
So NO POST FOR YOU!
You said it man, nobody fucks with the Grantis.
I am lambasted constantly by your inane comments. Yes sometimes it takes me a long time to post an update, but some things are better left unsaid. I am attempting to be a little sesquipedalian, but it is not working out like I would like.
So NO POST FOR YOU!
You said it man, nobody fucks with the Grantis.
Relaxation Therapy
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I feel better now.
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I feel better now.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Surprise Surprise
You scored as Biology. You should be a Biology major! You are passionate about the sciences, and you enjoy studying cell growth and evolutionary concepts which enable living organisms to survive. Pursue that!
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006
The Picto-Personality Test When alone, you like to spend your time doing something that will better yourself. You are romantic, and when you are with your partner you like to woo them with your imagination. In the future you will be happy and live richly. |
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Bah Humbug
So I was at the grocery store the other night and there was a lady from the Salvation Army ringing her bell. I have given money to the SA a few times this year, but I always feel guilty when walking past and not donating any money. I'm tired of this. Shaming people into giving money is just wrong. What made matters worse is that she kept singing "Jingle Bells", but not the whole song, just "Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way." Then she'd stop and start all over again. She was also walking all over the parking lot collecting stray grocery carts, how about you man your collection pot you crazy old bag!
Here is something else that bugs me...Our local weather man runs a Santa's Helpers program, where he collects toys for the needy. I beleive in giving to your fellow man, just don't bitch about the fact that your not getting enough toys for all the kids. There are a bunch of different groups that collect toys for kids, why? Why not have one big drive to collect toys from just one group? Is that too much to ask for?
And while we are on the subject...I heard this lady bragging to another lady, that she gave her kids $100.00 each to buy toys for the needy. Meanwhile she was still going to by hundreds of dollars worth of toys for her kids. Does that teach them the meaning of giving? Does that teach them compassion? I am not sure it does? Wouldn't a better lesson be to spend hundreds of dollars on other kids and only allow her kids a a few toys, or no toys at all.
Here is something else that bugs me...Our local weather man runs a Santa's Helpers program, where he collects toys for the needy. I beleive in giving to your fellow man, just don't bitch about the fact that your not getting enough toys for all the kids. There are a bunch of different groups that collect toys for kids, why? Why not have one big drive to collect toys from just one group? Is that too much to ask for?
And while we are on the subject...I heard this lady bragging to another lady, that she gave her kids $100.00 each to buy toys for the needy. Meanwhile she was still going to by hundreds of dollars worth of toys for her kids. Does that teach them the meaning of giving? Does that teach them compassion? I am not sure it does? Wouldn't a better lesson be to spend hundreds of dollars on other kids and only allow her kids a a few toys, or no toys at all.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Big Al In Cow Town
So my buddy Big Al was in town over the weekend and I am always amazed (I don't know why) that everywhere he goes he stands out. We went to breakfast and he was wearing this crazy Fargo/Seasons Greetings/Christmas hat, and everyone in the place wants to know where he got it. I am assuming that he will say some cool thrift store in Houston or some small town clothing center, but no. He got it at Wallgreens! That consumer bastard! And after he says where he purchased the hat he spouts proudly that it was only $4.99 (4.98 at wal mart). I was saddend to say the least. I expected some remarkable story of how the hat came to be in his posession. Something involving children or drunken behavior, but no he got it at Wallgreens! Why don't you tell all the nice people where you got that leopard print belt Big Al?
I'll admit it I'm lazy sometimes
| Greed: | Medium | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Low | |
| Sloth: | High | |
| Envy: | Medium | |
| Lust: | Medium | |
| Pride: | Low |
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Friday, December 16, 2005
The Boy Who's Skin Fell Off
So I watched this show last night on TLC. What a terrible story for this poor guy. He lived for 36 years with this horrible disease where his skin would bruise and fall off if he bumped it or scratched it. He had lost the use of his hands and feet because of the scarring, he had to be swathed in bandages to help protect his fragile skin. The amazing thing about this show was his outlook on life. He always had a joke at the ready, knew he was going to die and accepted it with grace and humility. Jonny Kennedy was a quality person.
'Death is freedom, life is a lesson'
Jonny Kennedy
'Death is freedom, life is a lesson'
Jonny Kennedy
Thursday, December 15, 2005
The French
I wrote this a long time ago. I still think its funny and relevant
To all patriotic Americans:
With the recent anti-French sentiment in the US, I have come up with an anti-French plan to rival those already in place. In case you haven't heard of those plans, some of them include boycotting French restaurants, re-naming "French Fries" to "Freedom Fries", and "French Toast" to "Freedom Toast", both of which are in place in our nations capital. My plan involves a great icon of the United States that was a gift from the French. Thats right, the Statue of Liberty. What better way to show those frogs we really hate them than to GIVE them back a gift they gave to us. We should re-gift the Statue of Liberty. Or better yet Lady Liberty is made of copper right? We should melt her down and use the copper to make full metal jackets for our bullets, and then use them to shoot the French when we invade their country.
Justification? You say you want justification for the invasion of France? Ok. They sold or were complicit in selling material that could be used for biological and chemical weapons to Iraq in the early 80's, wait a second... so was the United States. Scratch that. How about the fact that they refuse to help us in Iraq? Yes thats more like it. Because France has decided not to support the United States in the "Campaign to disarm the Iraqi regime, and free the Iraqi people" They are guilty of harboring and aiding terrorists. Sons of bitches! We can't let those frogs, or any one else for that matter, have a free thought or action. If they aren't going to tow the line them lets take them out. American citizens included!
Désirent ardemment de phase les Etats-Unis et la mort à d'autres!
Long live the United states and death to others!
To all patriotic Americans:
With the recent anti-French sentiment in the US, I have come up with an anti-French plan to rival those already in place. In case you haven't heard of those plans, some of them include boycotting French restaurants, re-naming "French Fries" to "Freedom Fries", and "French Toast" to "Freedom Toast", both of which are in place in our nations capital. My plan involves a great icon of the United States that was a gift from the French. Thats right, the Statue of Liberty. What better way to show those frogs we really hate them than to GIVE them back a gift they gave to us. We should re-gift the Statue of Liberty. Or better yet Lady Liberty is made of copper right? We should melt her down and use the copper to make full metal jackets for our bullets, and then use them to shoot the French when we invade their country.
Justification? You say you want justification for the invasion of France? Ok. They sold or were complicit in selling material that could be used for biological and chemical weapons to Iraq in the early 80's, wait a second... so was the United States. Scratch that. How about the fact that they refuse to help us in Iraq? Yes thats more like it. Because France has decided not to support the United States in the "Campaign to disarm the Iraqi regime, and free the Iraqi people" They are guilty of harboring and aiding terrorists. Sons of bitches! We can't let those frogs, or any one else for that matter, have a free thought or action. If they aren't going to tow the line them lets take them out. American citizens included!
Désirent ardemment de phase les Etats-Unis et la mort à d'autres!
Long live the United states and death to others!
What have you done today?
So here is the list of things I have done today at work.
9 am Checked my e-mail
9:30 Started some VHS-C to DVD copies
9:45 Checked my e-mail and read the Drudge Report
10 Gazed out the window
10:30 continued to gaze out the window
10:45 Drove to Grand Prairie
12:45 pm Sat in my truck in the parking lot gazing out the window
1:15 posted to my blog and checked my e-mail
1:45 refilled the paperclip dispenser
2-5pm Looking as busy as I can while gazing out the window
9 am Checked my e-mail
9:30 Started some VHS-C to DVD copies
9:45 Checked my e-mail and read the Drudge Report
10 Gazed out the window
10:30 continued to gaze out the window
10:45 Drove to Grand Prairie
12:45 pm Sat in my truck in the parking lot gazing out the window
1:15 posted to my blog and checked my e-mail
1:45 refilled the paperclip dispenser
2-5pm Looking as busy as I can while gazing out the window
Sometimes hurting people is funny.
I remeber in the not too distant past...Me and some friends of mine played a joke on a group of people that we worked with. I made out to be a shy and soft spoken person, who was then bullied by another person (my friend), while trying to tell the work group how I felt. My friends and I were the only ones who found the joke funny and it hurt a lot of peoples feelings. Well you know what? It was still really funny! I laugh my ass off every time I think about it. Fuck them if they can't take a joke. We were hated for some time after that. I love the kind of humor that maybe one or two people find funny.
"I never told a joke in my life."
Andy Kaufman
"I never told a joke in my life."
Andy Kaufman
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