Officially out of fuck to give
Yeah, this is where I'm putting my commentary about the Osama Bin Laden thing.
Listen, when the World Trade Center, Pentagon, and White House (almost) were attacked by madmen and there was a great loss of life, I was sad. I didn't know anyone who had perished that day, and I really didn't know how to process what I was seeing or experiencing. But what I see now is that people are rejoicing and ecstatic about killing of one individual.
Hey, did you know: Osama Bin Laden didn't fly a plane into buildings causing a massive loss of life. It was madmen followers. And don't try to convince me they weren't mad, or insane, or crazy, or batshit crazy insane. Tell me they were dedicated, they were hateful, they were bigoted, they were not tolerant, yeah. Tell me all over those things, but I will never be convinced that they weren't fucking lunatic crazy motherfuckers. You can't convince me that they weren't crazy because they believed in a supernatural power that provide them with 70 something dark haired virgins after they died because they killed people who just didn't believe what they did, and tolerated others who didn't believe what they did.
That's right, we are all infidels for being tolerant. Well, some of us are. Some of us are so fucking intolerant that we have to form groups that protest the actions of another group and spew diarrhea streams of hate out of our mouthhole because we fundamentally believe that is the right thing to do.
Well, shit. Isn't that just it. Some kills us for being tolerant, but I can't fucking see it anymore. I just don't.
I can't tell you that I'm right in all this. I keep a close circle of people and friends that help me in the decisions that I make, are tolerant of other views and religions, and are versed in many fields of academia. But what I can tell you, is that my give a fuck, is completely broken:
I'm tired of arguing my opinion of music because I think you don't get it. Not the music that I choose, the reason I chose it. It fundamentally makes sense to me, but it just doesn't resonate with ANYONE else. So, fuck it, explaining it is absolutely moot.
Do I complain about the economy? Yes. Is there anything I can do about it? Fuck no. Do I even know how to fix it? Fucking hell no. What's the point of complaining then you ask? I can't help it. It's my fundamental reaction to things I can't fix. Would I try to fix it if I knew how to fix it? Yeah, perhaps, in a well written letter to the internet and all involved parties in the associated fix. But that's it.
Do I wish people would stop beheading other people because they are infidels for being tolerant of other races, religions and beliefs? Yeah, I mean. That would be cool. To have other people stop killing other people for just allowing other people to live. I mean. What a big fucking deal is that. "Man, that guy sure does look smug in his ability to look past race and religion to be friends with that Mexican drug lord. Better work on that beheading thing." Do I know how to fix this problem? FUCK no. But it would be cool if went away. Is there anything I can do about it even if I knew how to solve the problem? No, not even a little bit. So I don't give a fuck.
Actually, middle east, I don't give a fuck about you. I give a fuck about your people and how you and the rest of the world treats them, but I don't care that you practice whatever the fuck religion you want. I do give a flying fuck that you are defending your religion and oil so violently. Seriously, fuck off, and put the guns and the opium down.
Fuck you politics. I am out of fucks to give about you. You know why? Of course not. I just had someone tell me a reason to not vote for Obama in 2012. Here's how it went down:
I was watching the news on the tv with a co worker at lunch, I jokingly said, "Thank god Obama killed Bin Laden, that dude is such a badass." Apparently my sarcasm is getting a bit, or sleep dep was slipping in, because my coworker didn't get the joke, "No he was just the president when he told the CIA to kill the dude." I looked at him with a blank look for a moment, and said, "You realize Bush would have been praised like a prince if he had managed to get Bin Laden killed when Bush was president don't you?" He shrugged off the question.
So, I wanted to know why he didn't like Obama. His arguments, "He hasn't closed guantanamo," "He waffled on gay marriage," "He messed up on gays in the military."
And I was done. I am out of fuck to give. You know why? Because a Republican president wouldn't have even touched those issues. As much as Obama wanted to change these things, he couldn't. Thanks largely to a Red congress, and some questionable policy decisions. But you know what. I would still vote for him because the dude doesn't want to stop dudes from getting married to dudes. He just believes it's not the right of the federal government to make that decision. AND IT FUCKING ISN'T!
Listen, don't tell me that we have a shitty president that you elected because he's made decisions YOU wanted him to make for you. Yeah, he hasn't done a lot of things, but he has tried where a Republican president wouldn't have done SHIT.
So politics, I'm done giving a fuck about you. Because it doesn't matter what I say, someone else will tell me I'm wrong, and giving a fuck about you means that I'm raising the importance of each lie you tell me and the american people.
Fuck you greedy pigfucks on wall street. Fuck you for stealing money from the government, and the people. I can't give a fuck about you because I need my money, and I need my government to have money to provide shit like, law enforcement, decent roads, firemen, fire trucks, a place where my children can get a free education, where they are guaranteed by the constitution that regardless of volume, their voice is equal to that of yours. Their voice will remain the same and constant. As will mine.
So, I'm done. I'm out of fucks to give. I can't keep this going anymore. Caring makes me tired. Tired of all of this shit. Tired of being tired. Just hate everything right now. everything.
Listen, when the World Trade Center, Pentagon, and White House (almost) were attacked by madmen and there was a great loss of life, I was sad. I didn't know anyone who had perished that day, and I really didn't know how to process what I was seeing or experiencing. But what I see now is that people are rejoicing and ecstatic about killing of one individual.
Hey, did you know: Osama Bin Laden didn't fly a plane into buildings causing a massive loss of life. It was madmen followers. And don't try to convince me they weren't mad, or insane, or crazy, or batshit crazy insane. Tell me they were dedicated, they were hateful, they were bigoted, they were not tolerant, yeah. Tell me all over those things, but I will never be convinced that they weren't fucking lunatic crazy motherfuckers. You can't convince me that they weren't crazy because they believed in a supernatural power that provide them with 70 something dark haired virgins after they died because they killed people who just didn't believe what they did, and tolerated others who didn't believe what they did.
That's right, we are all infidels for being tolerant. Well, some of us are. Some of us are so fucking intolerant that we have to form groups that protest the actions of another group and spew diarrhea streams of hate out of our mouthhole because we fundamentally believe that is the right thing to do.
Well, shit. Isn't that just it. Some kills us for being tolerant, but I can't fucking see it anymore. I just don't.
I can't tell you that I'm right in all this. I keep a close circle of people and friends that help me in the decisions that I make, are tolerant of other views and religions, and are versed in many fields of academia. But what I can tell you, is that my give a fuck, is completely broken:
I'm tired of arguing my opinion of music because I think you don't get it. Not the music that I choose, the reason I chose it. It fundamentally makes sense to me, but it just doesn't resonate with ANYONE else. So, fuck it, explaining it is absolutely moot.
Do I complain about the economy? Yes. Is there anything I can do about it? Fuck no. Do I even know how to fix it? Fucking hell no. What's the point of complaining then you ask? I can't help it. It's my fundamental reaction to things I can't fix. Would I try to fix it if I knew how to fix it? Yeah, perhaps, in a well written letter to the internet and all involved parties in the associated fix. But that's it.
Do I wish people would stop beheading other people because they are infidels for being tolerant of other races, religions and beliefs? Yeah, I mean. That would be cool. To have other people stop killing other people for just allowing other people to live. I mean. What a big fucking deal is that. "Man, that guy sure does look smug in his ability to look past race and religion to be friends with that Mexican drug lord. Better work on that beheading thing." Do I know how to fix this problem? FUCK no. But it would be cool if went away. Is there anything I can do about it even if I knew how to solve the problem? No, not even a little bit. So I don't give a fuck.
Actually, middle east, I don't give a fuck about you. I give a fuck about your people and how you and the rest of the world treats them, but I don't care that you practice whatever the fuck religion you want. I do give a flying fuck that you are defending your religion and oil so violently. Seriously, fuck off, and put the guns and the opium down.
Fuck you politics. I am out of fucks to give about you. You know why? Of course not. I just had someone tell me a reason to not vote for Obama in 2012. Here's how it went down:
I was watching the news on the tv with a co worker at lunch, I jokingly said, "Thank god Obama killed Bin Laden, that dude is such a badass." Apparently my sarcasm is getting a bit, or sleep dep was slipping in, because my coworker didn't get the joke, "No he was just the president when he told the CIA to kill the dude." I looked at him with a blank look for a moment, and said, "You realize Bush would have been praised like a prince if he had managed to get Bin Laden killed when Bush was president don't you?" He shrugged off the question.
So, I wanted to know why he didn't like Obama. His arguments, "He hasn't closed guantanamo," "He waffled on gay marriage," "He messed up on gays in the military."
And I was done. I am out of fuck to give. You know why? Because a Republican president wouldn't have even touched those issues. As much as Obama wanted to change these things, he couldn't. Thanks largely to a Red congress, and some questionable policy decisions. But you know what. I would still vote for him because the dude doesn't want to stop dudes from getting married to dudes. He just believes it's not the right of the federal government to make that decision. AND IT FUCKING ISN'T!
Listen, don't tell me that we have a shitty president that you elected because he's made decisions YOU wanted him to make for you. Yeah, he hasn't done a lot of things, but he has tried where a Republican president wouldn't have done SHIT.
So politics, I'm done giving a fuck about you. Because it doesn't matter what I say, someone else will tell me I'm wrong, and giving a fuck about you means that I'm raising the importance of each lie you tell me and the american people.
Fuck you greedy pigfucks on wall street. Fuck you for stealing money from the government, and the people. I can't give a fuck about you because I need my money, and I need my government to have money to provide shit like, law enforcement, decent roads, firemen, fire trucks, a place where my children can get a free education, where they are guaranteed by the constitution that regardless of volume, their voice is equal to that of yours. Their voice will remain the same and constant. As will mine.
So, I'm done. I'm out of fucks to give. I can't keep this going anymore. Caring makes me tired. Tired of all of this shit. Tired of being tired. Just hate everything right now. everything.