The ignorant aren’t even aware that there is bullshit present, they just know at a certain level that something stinks.
Some people try to ignore it, convince themselves it isn’t there and hope nobody else notices it.
Others try to hide it by saturating the air with perfume and placing a bouquet of flowers in front of the pile.
Then there are those who say, “Mmmmmm. There is a steaming pile of bullshit in here and isn’t it lovely!? I hope you are enjoying the delicious fragrance filling your nostrils. And aren’t your new pet flies fun?” Usually, they are the ones responsible for the bullshit being there.
As a consequence, some broken souls are aware of the bullshit but have been trained to fool themselves into thinking it is a good thing.
I prefer to simply say, “There is bullshit in here and it needs to be cleared out.” Then, go get a shovel, scoop it up, dispose of it, scrub the floor and prevent piles from being deposited in the future.
It is no longer P.C. to refer to gay people as “gay”. Not everyone who is gay is actually gay. Some gay people are unhappy. And, some happy people are ungay. To refer to gay people as “gay” is gaycist, so wipe that smile off your face. Continue reading Politely Correct→
Something wild, majestic, mystical and awe-inspiring:
I would rather watch that 1000, make that 10000, times in a row rather than any of the programming spewing out of the thousands of channels of television network broadcasting. Compare to, for example:
Are you kidding me? MSNBC interrupts a discussion regarding ending the NSA for breaking news about a Justin Bieber DUI arrest? “Lean forward” my ass! TV has become almost 24/7 crap, shoved down the throat with some commercial intermissions to break up the raucous monotonous menagerie with more heinous loudly subliminal programming. May it all drown in Gullfoss.
As a man, you are either an asshole or you are gay. It is common knowledge that men are assholes, and nobody likes an asshole (except for gay men). Actually, some women like assholes because they think they can fix them. But that rarely works out.
You know who you are. Senders of spam. Email spammers. Comment spam hammers. When I find you I will crush you. Cornered quivering. Pain delivering. You contribute nothing. Impersonal quest of money gathering. Unsolicited panhandling. I bring megahurtz to your endeavors. Close up shop and quit quick. Piece of shit. Die.