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And needs a bleeding rectum to match the shitstains on his ugly face.

He just now had the gall to let me know that the trash bins are filling up before the end of the week. Okay, what am I supposed to do, not throw my trash and recycling out? As it is (and hello idiot, I know they’re filling up!), I sometimes wait until trash day, after the bins have been emptied, to put some of my trash and recycling out. So, to put it mildly, fuck you.

I’m not sure how or why they’re filling up so quickly, but to my mind, a responsible, common-courtesy-type landlord would, instead of blaming the problem on his tenant, contact waste management to — hold onto your hats, folks — request bigger bins.

Dipshit.

I’m ready to commit myself.

It started with a call after I had fallen asleep. I already knew that George Carlin died today. But this was a long-distance call from an area code back home in Texas. Because a) I was asleep, and b) I didn’t recognize the number, I didn’t take the call. I got a text shortly thereafter about Carlin. I wrote back, “Who is this?” “It’s Jeff.” “K sorry middle of the night for me.”

Anyway, after another text, I was wide-awake. That’s about when the fly/mosquito (I’m still awake battling the fucker, so I’m not sure which it is) started up. A couple of fruitless swats of a magazine later, and I was sleepy. That’s about when a neighbor’s smoke alarm became faulty. Intermittent as all hell.

I haven’t heard the smoke alarm in about fifteen minutes, but I know that bug is waiting for me to turn out the lights.

I’m also waiting for the annoying as piss dogs upstairs to start barking right outside my window. Oh, and just after that, the crazy bitch next door is scheduled to kick off one of her soliloquys.

I was first nodding off around 10:30 p.m. It’s now 3:03 a.m. and I’ve got about 20 minutes cumulative of sleep.

Oh, what a night.

just wanted to say that i finally figured out how to add a page detailing the process by which you can contribute to this site. no need to link here. just look up below the title of the site to the “how to contribute” link.

the most important part of the process is to notify me when you’ve submitted a post.

sweet dreams.

Jesus fucking christ, I’m gonna end up with no hair on my head the next time I have to hear a smug right-winger declare that poor people are a bunch of lazy drug addicts, so why should the government want to help them?

It happened this weekend in an otherwise semi-constructive discussion between me and a Texan. He threw that line out and I lost my breath, saw stars, and nearly left. I did announce that this was no longer a conversation I could have.

That shit’s just patently offensive.

Fucking really? Yes, really. They exist still. I ran into one these incredible douchebags today, unknowningly having a beer with him until the current election began to be discussed.

To give you an idea of the level of ignorance of someone who still supports Bush, he believed that Obama was a Muslim for thirty years and only became Christian for the election, and that this was not only true but also an evil thing to be, and that Obama wanted to do away with the military entirely to please other countries.

It was at this point that I felt something in my head break, a funny tingling movement like throwing your back out of alignment. I no longer wanted to be a polite liberal. I wanted to foam at the mouth and be a ranting crazy godless aborting fag lover.

Instead I semi-cogently explained that what he was saying about Obama was untrue, and he obviously had no information on the subject, but was simply repeating something he had heard someone say.

Then he brought up Bush. Specifically, that people blame him for everything that’s wrong that’s not his fault, like the Iraq war.

He shouldn’t have said that. It made it personal.

And here is how true astoundingly ignorant you have to be to still love George Bush. It was worse than trying to argue with Bill O’Reilly. He couldn’t answer a single question, but instead would make random blanket crazy statements like “The Iraqis want us there.” And then would get really angry and put words in my mouth that I had never said. At one point he honestly said, “I can’t argue you because you refute everything I say with facts,” without any intentional irony.

After a few rounds of rational, information based, reasonable questions and statements, I just got pissed. That’s what someone who still loves George Bush will do to you. They’ll turn you into the only thing they can understand: a loud idiot.

I got so fucking angry. I finally ended up calling him a fucking retard. At least he understood that. He got really quiet and stared at me across the table like he was going to come across it.

I really ruined the post finals party.

Later I thought of a great line to make him swing at me, the kind of line I can only ever think of after the fact: It’s going to be really embarrassing to get your ass kicked by a liberal. Well, I wanted to add “you fucking douchebag,” but that probably makes it less cool.

He made me so pissed, I could blog.

They did it. They gave me my fucking administrative review. And the dumb city of Berkeley wasn’t cool enough to lower the exorbitant fine imposed on me for the horrendous crime of temporarily parking in a bus stop big enough for two full-length buses.

I’m totally writing them a letter informing them of my intent to boycott the city, and to ask my friends to do the same when possible, to deprive them of the same $250 in tax revenue they’re getting from this completely unjust levying of a fine.

It was your choice, Berkeley. This shit is so on.

Her night? FUCK HER and her sad insane racist aging soccer-moms and never left West Virginia fat hate filled fucks. She had damn well better concede tomorrow, or I’ll be truly fucking furious. As much as my hatred for her has grown over this primary season, I still believe that she has 0.000001% humility, grace, and concern for the party. If she does not concede today, I will believe she has absolutely none, and I will be utterly and completely done with her for good in any way. Vice President? Maybe if you had acted ever so slightly less maniacal. Maybe even after every thing else you’ve done. But after the assassination insinuation? Never. Vice President? FUCK YOU. You can be vice president of licking the sweat off my taint. I hope the party burns you for this. I can only hope you’re truly finished. You’re a Republican at heart. You and goddamn Dick Cheney are merely two sides of the same fucking coin.

God dammit. I’m so pissed…I could blog. – Rob

Stop what you’re doing and get a DreamHost account. I don’t care if you don’t have a website. Just get an account.

After some major fucking up by me, I’m proud to say this site is back and better than ever. The amazing support crew restored it for me.

And for all you crying “cognitive dissonance,” yes, this will be the only positive post EVER allowed on the site.

Mwah!

Sorry to get all meta on ya’ll, but my god.

A couple of weeks ago, I don’t remember how, but I did some rootin’ around and fucked this blog up. I contacted DreamHost, who hosts this site, and their amazing support team restored the site for me.

But, lo and freakin’ behold, I managed to botch it again.

Thing is, now, the site is only down intermittently. On the same computer, same browser, sometimes it works, other times, not so much.

Still awaiting a response from DreamHost as to why that is happening. But if you’re one of the lucky ones who’s seen the site with its Out of Order sign up, sorry. If you have something you’re pissed about, post it, and I’ll be sure to back it up right away, lest something further should happen.

For the record, I haven’t touched a thing in days.

About a month ago, an uppity Berkeley cop gave me a ticket for parking in a bus stop. I needed to run to an ATM in downtown, and so I pulled the car as far forward in the stop (easily big enough for two buses) as possible, put on my hazards, and ran to the ATM. I was there no longer than five minutes, during which time I only saw one bus come and go. It seemingly had no problem with my car.

When I came back to the car, I saw that the cop had pulled up behind the car. He got out as I approached and saw me, asked if it was my car, and, without saying another word or asking for an explanation, he handed me a citation and got back in his car.

So I sent a letter a few days later requesting administrative review, as the fine was exorbitant ($250). But, as it’s now been three weeks since I sent my request, I thought I’d check in with them today.

They had no record of having received my letter. ARGH!?! AND, they claim to have sent me a late notice more than a week ago, which I haven’t received.
Why is that these bureaucratic institutions are always the worst with paperwork, administration, and dealing with the public? I mean, all those things are inherent in the job. You’d think they’d be pros at it by now.