Saturday, October 30, 2010

When Blondes Attack

Fought off two episodes of absolute albino ass-hattery yesterday.
Not even half awake, I check my messages to find a dumb blond posting on FaceBook about her freaking pets being more important to her than most people. Having encountered many PETA twits in my travels, the majority of them cat-collecting yuppie-somethings of the feminStaazi persuasion, I didn't just blast that comment, I evacuated the base and nuked it from orbit. The great, steaming pile of touchy-feely, empty-headed-emotionalism laden snivelry that floated to the digital toilet water surface in reply was absolutely nauseating as her blonde and Khazakh friends rallied to her defense. The desired effect was achieved though, and her whining, emo-rationalizations led her to delete me from her friends page (dunno how I got there to begin with, frankly).
Galt-in-Da-Box on the job. First room I had to work in that night was overseen by a dumb blonde who spends more time gossiping with others or sexting than keeping up the place or paying attention to the dozen or so 12-year-olds she's meant to oversee. This was deduced from the swill on the floors and tables and the food crammed down the sinks (that have no disposals, that we've had to open atleast six times in the last year).
Ayn Rand never needed Susan B. Anthony. Madame Curie got on fine without universal sufferage. People of talent and ability will always make their mark on the world without the aid of anti-freedom altruists, designer causes and ethical fads, but sufferage and its closet lesbianism driven step-daughter Womens' Lib have unleashed on an unsuspecting America "the horrid 95%" who never thought a day in their lives, and are sentencing the rest of US to perpetual economic slavery for whatever their feeeeeelings whim at the moment to be the "gigantic" dime-sized spider in the kitchen that needs squashed. Tyrannical legislation out of Congress follows directly the curve of pussy-whip-cracking, non-place-knowing dinglebrains and dingbats who take up residence there, and is it any wonder we haven't had a half-way decent President since Clinton with all the emos who voted for so-and-so because "like, he's sooo cute, y'know".
Yes, I'm ranting. Yes, I'm going to vote against the incumbency even if it means voting for a Democrat over a Republican that supported the last two years of handouts to the rich at the expense of the working, but if you TEAbaggers and GOPhers honestly expect me to elect "the Anchorage cat lady" in 2012, you are bedbug crazy!

2 comments:

Master Doh-San said...

Ayn Rand never needed Susan B. Anthony. Madame Curie got on fine without universal suffrage. People of talent and ability will always make their mark on the world without the aid of anti-freedom altruists, designer causes and ethical fads

Wise words indeed.

texlahoma said...

I hope Ron Paul runs in 2012, I can't vote for "the Anchorage cat lady" either. No telling who the dems will put up to run, I think they're crazy if they let Obama be their candidate.