My buddy Kevin keeps suggesting to me that I need to stop getting involved in political debate because people are stupid. While I agree with him about the ignorance of people, and that not getting involved is the best idea, I just can’t help being drawn into a political argument.
Look, I didn’t like Trump or Clinton. I don’t even know if I would have voted for Sanders (although I thought he was a splendid candidate). If he had run, Biden would have been my choice, but since he didn’t, I went with Gary Johnson. And to those who say my vote for Johnson took away a vote for your candidate, I say good. (Even though you’re wrong.)
Anyway, I tend to get involved in political arguments because OH MY GOD CLINTON SUPPORTERS WILL NOT STOP CRYING. Jesus Christ. I get it. Trump is a horrible human being. But guess what? So is Clinton. I mean, I know that it’s impossible for you to admit that because she’s your choice, but many of you were Sanders supporters before he dropped out, and you knew she was a piece of shit then because you were vocal about what a piece of shit she was. You know who you are. So to suddenly act like she’s not a lying working-for-Wall-Street not-giving-a-shit-about-the-working-class grade-a cunt, you are only fooling yourself.
And Trump? I’m not on his team, either. Let’s not pretend he gives a shit about the working class, because he doesn’t. But the hypocrisy of Clinton supporters saying shit like “They’ll just have to accept the loss!” before the election was even over to what they themselves acted (and are still acting like) is fucking laughable.
Anyway, what bothers me is the goddamn weakness of Democrats. It’s bad enough to have to put up with the continual pissing and moaning on Facebook and Twitter, but what’s worse is how accepting they are to their situation. Let’s face it, at the end of the day, no one was to blame for Clinton’s loss except Clinton herself. She is an unlikable, untrustworthy ass. It wasn’t Russia, it wasn’t “fake news” (whatever the fuck that is), it wasn’t any of the thousand of other weak ass excuses coming from the DNC. It was Clinton. Period.
To add, none of these people filling up my Facebook and Twitter feeds with their tears are actually doing anything of substance except for…you know…typing a status update. Because actually doing something of substance, like going outside maybe and protesting, is hard.
I would hope that Trump winning would kick the Democrats in the ass and have them change up so they stopped losing ALL THE TIME, but when the time to actually do the first thing that would show a willingness to change, they re-elected Pelosi as their leader. Are you fucking kidding me? You have been getting your ass stomped consistently in the elections, and you just got fucking RAPED in this past election, and what do you do? THE SAME GODDAMN THING. Makes sense.
The bottom line is the DNC doesn’t give a shit about their base, and their base is too compliant and too pussy to actually demand a change. Instead, they lay down with their mouth open, ready for the DNC to squat and shit in it, and after they swallow one load, they’ll beg for another.
I was asked last night during a debate what my plan was. What I was going to do to get Trump out of office. It was an easy answer. Nothing. I’m fucking tired of watching a bunch of weak ass bitches complaining about how unfair it is that Trump is president, but 100% unwilling to do anything about it other than signing a (fucking useless) online petition at most. I’m done. I’ll just watch the dumpster fire with my bag of marshmallows because fuck it.
Congrats Democrats, your ineptitude, weakness, and complete inability to do anything…hard will guarantee 8 years of Trump in a Republican controlled house and senate. Seriously, fuck you. This is on you. Assholes.
As one can imagine, the Trump-as-President-Elect shock still hasn’t worn off, and folks are looking for any loophole possible in an effort to make sure this clown doesn’t lead our first world nation into the depths of hell. One such thing I’ve seen going around is calling upon the electors at the Electoral College “vote their conscience” and not elect Trump, instead going with Hillary. Huff post has an article about it here. I have a huge problem with this, and I typed a diatribe in response to my buddy’s support of this. From my Facebook reply:
Do you see the irony in this? You know I think he’s a monster, but he won based on the rules. Clinton became the pick by cheating Bernie Sanders out of it with well-placed people and called in favors.
So she basically cheated and lost, and he won by the rules in place. Now people are petitioning to give the Presidency to the person who DIDN’T play by the rules? That’s jacked.
Now, if the Electoral College gave it to someone worthy (Sanders, Johnson, Green even though I hate her VP pick), I’m enough of a hypocrite to be down for that.
But as much as I hate Trump, this will be a big mound of bullshit if it’s given to someone who tried to rig the system from the beginning. And TBH, it will make things worse. This very well could lead to a civil war. The hillbilly militia men are praying for this, AND I DON’T OWN A GUN, JEFE.
And if you think Congress didn’t work with Obama, you just wait and see if they’ll work with Clinton.
To be clear, I don’t know what the solution is, but as much as you (we, everyone) hate Trump, he won. That’s a bitter fucking pill to swallow and I wish it was any other way, but to take his fairly won victory (again, by THE RULES IN PLACE) and give it to someone who fucking cheated from the start is bullhockey, I say. This is the exact opposite of our so-called democracy, whether you like it or not. The DNC made its bed, and now we have to lie in that shit and mud.
Although I do agree with the sentiment behind it, and hopefully this electoral college bullshit nonsense will go away once and for all.
The more I think about this article, the more pissed off I get. YES! It would be wonderful if Trump didn’t get to be the leader of the free world, but you know what? We have to eat it now, and we deserve every shit sandwich shoved in our fat mouths. All these people complaining about the Electoral College now? WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU WHEN BUSH AND DIDN’T GET THE POPULAR VOTE? This is what I fucking hate about Democrats, you’re a bunch of pussies (and this is from someone who’s only registered in two parties since I first registered to vote: democrat and independent). The opening to the amazing HBO show, The Newsroom, is one of the best in the history of the openings. Because it’s so spot on:
“You know why people don’t like liberals? Because they lose.”
And we lost big time this time around. Because of the goddamn DNC and liberals.
Thing is? I expect zero change. You’re going to see people cry, piss and moan on Facebook and Twitter for the next few weeks, then you’ll see them do the same for a few weeks after January 1st, then they’ll go back to sucking off whatever Democrat the DNC puts in front of them because they cannot fucking grasp that it was the DNC’s fault we were put in this position. Christ.
I really am surprised that people are surprised. It was inevitable.
Like the rest of America and the world last night, I watched in awe as Trump took his train all the way across the country, demolishing Clinton in the electoral vote. And while neither Trump nor Clinton were my pick, I have to admit shock and surprise as he figuratively destroyed her. Nobody expected this. I don’t think even Trump expected such an ass-handing victory for his presidency. (Although Clinton may take some solace in that she got the popular vote.)
What is no surprise, however, is the social media fallout. Many posts of tears and anger are populating my Twitter and Facebook feeds today, and that is to be expected. There are a lot of disappointed folks out there. As well as ones that are proclaiming to be ashamed to be an American.
Here’s what I don’t get, however; why the shock?
The same people I see screaming about how unjust the world is are the ones, when Bernie Sanders was running, screaming how corrupt Hillary is. And now, just because they threw support behind her as political lemmings do she’s not a corrupt asshole working for Wall Street?
Trump is a dick. For sure. This is something anyone with a brain stem can agree about. He’s a misogynistic, racist, xenophobic, bullying asshole. There are easily more words I can put on him if I thought about it.
Clinton is a dick. Liar, cheater, war monger, possible murderer (I don’t believe all of those 117 — or whatever that ridiculous number is – are her doing, but I’m thinking there are some in there), and not-giving-a-fuck-about-anyone-but-her-rich-friends asshole. And, like, Trump, there are easily more words I can put on her if I thought about it.
One thing I’m seeing a lot of is how America choose Trump because America hates women. Have you people been asleep? People HATE her. Not because she has a vagina, but because she’s a piece of shit. Nothing has changed since Bernie dropped out of the race. I promise you, if Elizabeth Warren, or any other competent female who wasn’t a conniving, lying piece of shit, ran against Trump, they would have won.
The majority of Americans didn’t vote for Trump. The majority voted for Clinton. But because we insist on using a fucked up and retarded plan since the 1800s, majority vote doesn’t mean shit.
The majority of Trump voters aren’t racist xenophobes like he is. They just hate Clinton more. I know people who voted for Obama that voted for Trump.
The bottom line is, America had two pieces of shit at the forefront running for President, and the majority of Americans in key states decided they would rather have a piece of shit who hates anyone who isn’t white rather than a piece of shit who was likely going to get us in a war with Russia. There’s nothing more to it than they both suck.
The irony of all of this? There were two great people running third party: Gary Johnson (Libertarian) and Jill Stein (Green). But since this country is filled with pussies who would much rather pick a piece of shit than a qualified candidate, neither of those two had a chance.
I slept well last night. I’m not a lemming. I don’t vote for “the lesser of two evils”, instead using my choice to vote for “the best qualified candidate.”
Oh, and if you’re looking to blame someone for Trump, guys, blame the DNC. This rests squarely on its shoulders.
This past Tuesday, three Blu-rays came out that I had to have; fortunately their MSRP was set at a very reasonable price. So reasonable, in fact, that FYE of all places had them going for $9.99 a piece…cheaper than Amazon, even!
Word on the interwebs was that FYE busted street date on at least on of these films, so on Sunday I drove to the closest one to see what’s what. While they didn’t have the the one I had read about (I’ll get to it, dammit!), they did have another of the three: Cat’s Eye. I immediately purchased it, along with Twilight Zone: The Movie (which was a goddamn STEAL at $5. This damn thing is going for $40 for some ungodly reason.).
I wasn’t upset I struck out on the other two, it was Sunday after all.
On Tuesday night, I headed back to FYE after work to get the remaining Blu-rays. Unfortunately, they only had one, Stephen King’s IT. They had already sold out of the copy of Salem’s Lot. The. Copy. Let’s see, a classic TV mini-series based on a Stephen King novel hits Blu-ray for the first time a month before Hallofuckingween, and you get…one copy. WAY TO PLAN AHEAD, JERKS.
That’s okay, I didn’t sweat it too much. There are other FYEs around. I would hit them up this weekend, and that’s what I did today. The first one I went to, the employee was pretty damn helpful, checking the back and a few different places on the floor because he knew it had come in, but they must have sold it. Jesus, another store that only had one copy. Okay…fine. I had one more shot. I drove up to the final FYE near me. I looked around the store, couldn’t find it, asked the employee, to which he said, “Oh, sorry, I sold my only copy yesterday.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? ONE COPY? Goddammit.
As I was heading out, a stack of CDs caught my eye, with the sign shouting $10 and under!!! Normally I would have kept going because who even buys CDs still, but one caught my eye: Def Leppard’s Hysteria. For $5. Since Spotify doesn’t stream Def Leppard and Hysteria is one of my top three albums of all time, I went ahead and bought it. One, to keep in my car, because I can listen to that ANY TIME, and also to not make the entire trip a bust.
Honestly, though, I don’t understand how FYE stays in business at this point. Their prices are either rape high or losing-a-profit low, with no in between. Plus the way they organize their movies is dog shit. It’s all very haphazard. The employees are friendly, though. At least the three I went to, they seemed genuinely eager to help. But the crap selection and sky high prices are unforgivable.
I also went to Best Buy and Barnes & Noble today. That rant is coming tomorrow. Or rather today since it’s 1:30 in the morning.
I’m not the type to believe in ghosts. I mean, I do believe in ghosts, but I think that 99.99% of sightings or whatever can be explained away scientifically. It’s that .01% that makes you go hmmmmm. Like that time I was traversing near a graveyard.
Many moons ago, like at least 20 years, I was dating this girl who had a friend that lived near an old ass cemetery. Apparently, this was one of those family-type deals, so it wasn’t very big, but it had graves going back to the Civil War. Rumor had it, there were some slaves buried on that land too, but unmarked of course.
So, naturally, me, my lady-at-the-time, her friend and her friend’s boyfriend decided to go check out this graveyard in the middle of the night. Because that’s what you do. Of course we only brought one flashlight (because that’s what you do) and soon after arriving at the cemetery, I gave that up to my girlfriend. Off her and her friend went, exploring and reading the headstones, while Chris (I don’t know if that was his name, but for simplicity’s sake, it is now) and I hung back and chatted and smoked.
Eventually we realized we no longer heard the girls, so we walked out onto the street and saw that they were about 1/2 mile off, already heading home. We shook our heads and started after them.
Now, before I get into this next part, I want to elaborate on two things. First, we weren’t…scared I guess. The thought of any ghosts or anything like that never crossed our mind. We had spent most of the time bullshitting about movies and such, so we weren’t even creeped out about anything. Second, it’s important to describe the layout. Basically, you had woods, cemetery, small strip of woods, then the road that runs parallel. Below is a half-ass diagram of the layout.
LOTS OF WOODS BUT NOT ENOUGH SO YOU CAN’T HERE THE MAIN HIGHWAY
So Chris and I exited where that entrance is. So we had maybe 1/4 of a mile or so to walk until we were passed the cemetery. That strip of woods between the residential road and the cemetery might have been about 10 feet wide, but it wasn’t dense, you could kind of see the graveyard from the road through those “woods”, even at night. But, again, we weren’t scared, freaked out, or creeped out. We were just heading back to the house like it was normal.
Almost immediately after we got on the residential road and started walking back to the house, I heard the crunch, crunch, crunch of someone or something (don don donnnnnnnnnnn) pacing us in that strip of woods on our right. I stopped, and Chris stopped with me. “You hear that too?” he asked.
We both peered into the woods, but saw nothing. Just the graveyard through the brush.
We started walking again.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
We stopped again. Looked at each other, looked at the woods. Saw nothing. Not even an animal.
Walk. Walk. Walk.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Stop. Look. Nothing.
By about the third time we stopped, I’m not even going to lie, I was nervous. I’m the first to admit, it could have been an animal. But we couldn’t see anythign. It definitely wasn’t our girlfriends. We could see them at the end of the street where the light was (NATURALLY). And if it was a person, we definitely would have seen them. The woods weren’t dense.
Walk. Walk. Walk.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
This time we stopped and didn’t look in the woods. We looked at each other and knew what we had to do. RUN!
We ran, the thing (or whatver) crunching along at the same pace as us, stopping when it reached the end of the cemetery line.
We got back to the girls, out of breath and shakey. They asked why we ran, and again we looked at each other. “No reason,” I said. “Just wanted to catch up with you guys,” Chris offered. The girls looked at us weird but left it at that.
Chris and I never talked about it, and I lost track of him after my girlfriend and I broke up.
I don’t know what was pacing us in the woods that night. I know it wasn’t the wind because there wasn’t any. I’m confident it wasn’t a (live) person because we would have definitely seen them, even withot the flashlight. If it were a (small) animal, maybe I’d buy it. But if it were something else…I don’t know. I’d probably believe it. No matter what, though, it was creepy as hell.