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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Bits...

“I don’t have clues... I have instincts. Far more terrifying than any clue. Clues left behind from a simple mind that I have no clue as to what I may feel... My instincts tell me more... As they always will. I live in wonder.. As I live in wander.”

"You don't have tell me twice... OK, OK... Maybe a dozen times before I get the point."
“I know that I'm safer with warning labels on the most obvious hazards. (It reduces billing hours from the legal department.) Warning labels stop the common sense challenged people from having any excuse. It holds the maroons accountable for their willful ignorance.”


"Some call it impatient...I call it motivated to get stuff done."
CJH



 

Family Values...

"If" somebody came to me and described new neighbors as an "unfortunate circumstance" I would happily advise the whiners to move... I'll help them load up a truck.

A couple moving into a community that has caused no harm is hardly an "unfortunate circumstance." Unless of course the existing residents have no tolerance for the world around them. Now that is an “unfortunate circumstance” indeed.

Indeed, what to do to protect some good old fashioned values, such as acceptance, the golden rule, love thy neighbor etc. etc.

As for people smoking weed, well I'll tell ya' what... I would rather new neighbors smoked weed as opposed to being belligerent drunken loud a-holes. I've had enough of those neighbors. If the neighbors happen to be pot smoking homosexuals I don't have any problem with that.

Well then because I disagree with others I suppose that makes me a bigot, jerk, prude, commie, right-wing, left-wing nut-job, neo-con, or whatever other colorful name others can come up with. An "unfortunate circumstance" as a description of new neighbors while waving the "Family Values" banner is not something I agree with. I don't accept it.

I don't accept judgmental hatred either. If that makes me a hater so be it. I’m sick to death of the "Family Values" battle cry. Sick of it. It’s mostly B.S. used to prop up dysfunctional screwed up a-holes that are anything but.

They spew the term to give the impression that they are upstanding pillars in a community. Heaven for bid that diversity be introduced that’s when the yammering about good old fashioned "Family Values" comes out, whatever that is supposed to mean. One family’s set of values does not make it so for another. I know, I know I outed myself already as a hater. As I pointed out I don’t agree with others so it makes a... Whatever other colorful name needed, _______.

Step up, or shut up.

“If one can’t own their mistakes how can they possibly own their success?

I’ve found a common denominator in a type of person that drives me bonkers... (Well at least until I show them the door.)

They want to be in charge/ control of others and have zero ability to take accountable for their own actions. They take no responsibility for their behavior. When they make a mistake or worse, if failure happens... They cry, “I’m a victim, it’s not my fault, I didn’t do it, blah, blah etc. etc.” You know the type are you one those pathetic people?

They expect everything handed to them with no effort at all. Fortunately I have gotten much better at seeing thru this facade over the years. They have no guts, yet want all the glory. I dare say the only worse characteristic they exhibit is their ability to ride coat tails.

If one can’t own their mistakes how can they possibly own their success? Take some fricken pride in thinking, doing and being yourself. It‘s far, far more attractive.”

CJH

Stay Wretched...

"Skullduggery is the best thing to use. The ignorant wretches don't know anything else. Communicate to them at their level much like any parent worth his or her weight in salt would do. If they choose to stay wretched, well it's their soul adrift in the gutter... Let them be washed out to sea. Bottom feeders need to eat just like anybody else."

CJH

DING!!! Next please.”

Thoughts as the voice droned on and on: ‘OK, OK, sometimes when you realize that you just don't give a fuck. You take some time, back up and even then you say eff it.’

I tend to question what it is exactly I’m saying eff it to. Then it hit...

All I heard was what the problem was, no solutions, or possible solutions, not a remote idea for any solution, just the yammering of the obvious, a repetitive yammering of what the problem is. Then it hit...

Response to the caller: “It's not that I don't give a fuck about the problem. I just don't care anymore to hear what the problem is. I am only interested in hearing about possible solutions. So it's not that I don't give a rats arse or whatever... I’m just done listening to people who have the regurgitation function down to a dismal boring science. DING!!! Next please.”

A pleasant exchange of farewell within in milliseconds so beautifully followed.

A phone call that was almost as good as... Ooo la, la it was divine. Mmmm must smoke now. /;->
CJH

Whiners Suck.

"I've grown tired of hearing people say 'Getting old sucks.' Why? Well lets think about it for second or two or three if you're younger.

From the moment you're born guess what... You are getting older. Now that being said one could conclude that your entire lifetime sucks. (Talk about buzz kill.)

Here is another way to think about it. I would like to know exactly (or somewhere close to the neighborhood) what is getting old being compared to? Is there an alternative?

When I hear... 'Getting old sucks.' I have often wondered if those who died very young would agree with the whining of the older whiners who have lost appreciation for the privilege of continuing to get older?

No getting old doesn't suck. Bitching about getting old to others now that just blows. If you're not getting older you are dead. I'm currently of the mindset that dead sucks.

Getting old is a privilege stop complaining about it. Or... Get off my lawn."

CJH