Thoughts to ponder
Well Hello….It’s been a while. It’s been hard to get motivated and find the time to give any fucks lately for anything. Lets just consider this me being lazy for a while. I transformed into a wee kitty cat and have just been working on being a badass (thus the laziness). Plus a lot of new exciting things were going on that meant, well, sorry, you guys took a back seat to everyone around me having babies. And lets face it. Even though they look like mini alien people, they are cute. and loud.
So it’s come to my attention lately that there have been lots of names and things thrown around in the patriot community. It’s really kind of funny at this point, like reading a very trashy tabloid, which is also funny, because I tend to avoid those in real life (because who really needs to continue seeing Kim Kardashian’s ass). Everyone is so concerned with getting up in everyone else’s shit that they aren’t focusing on their own and how their tiny little paper town is burning to the ground. Guess what. Honestly? No one could give two shits who it is you decide to vote for. Honestly, they all suck. I have a friend who loves Hillary. I personally, think she’s terrible. But you know what? I listen to her reasons as to why she wants to vote for her. Because I’m not an asshole. I may disagree with her, but i don’t jump all over her, stick my finger in her face and tell her that she’s wrong. Everyone has their own reasons. You don’t have to shove yours down everyone’s throats. This is not porn….
These things can be discussed without turning into freaking hyenas attacking a dead antelope. And all the name calling? That shows that you have ABSOLUTELY no grounds to stand on what so ever, and really, no class at all (you know who you are. for SHAME) Especially going after one’s family for grounds of going after your original target. That’s like getting in an argument with someone about waffles or pancakes:
Person 1: Oh, I really like pancakes, I think they are great, so fluffy.
Person2: Oh? I prefer waffles, but pancakes are cool.
Person 1: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. YOU LIKE WAFFLES OVER PANCAKES? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOUR MOTHER IS A SCALY LIZARD BEAST PROSTITUTE AND YOU ARE A FAT, UGLY, TOAD LICKING KUMQUAT.
Person 2: MY MOM IS A PRETTY LADY.
Seriously. no one cares what your opinion is. (what’s the saying? opinions are like assholes?) So stick that in your “shut the fuck up” cup and move on. I understand that some people LITERALLY have no other reason for living aside from trying to creep under someone’s skin. (ew. skin people….flap flap flap) but life is short. Case in point: We recently had someone messaging my work saying that one form didn’t include transgender as an option for registration. Not that they were transgender, but that if someone else was, they might be offended and that they read a lot about it on the news. Really? you literally had nothing better to do with your day then write to a company and complain about an issue that isn’t even a problem you are having….I wish I had that much spare time in my life to not have to worry about real life problems, and mess with someone who is forced to converse with you. (LET ME LOVE YOU)
So anyway. I figured it was time for a good rant. I guess life has just been too peachy up until this point and it all finally had to spew out in a cloud of word vomit. I’m just sick of it. Everyone bickering back and forth and no one actually working towards the betterment of anything. One side blaming the other for things not working out. I’m sorry, but if this were a relationship, it would lead to a very nasty divorce….kids divided, house burned down, dog thrown out in the cold, gramma having to work the street corner, nasty. So, I’ll just sit over here, surrounded by my future plans, watching these assholes slowly destroy themselves, lose follower after follower, and continue to ask for funds for things that don’t even matter anymore (because it’s everyone else’s responsibility to fund your endeavors right?) Just going to continue to toss these things into the Fuck it Bucket. Really. Grow up.
Vixie is back in session