IN MY OPINION

I don't give a fuck about this whole situation, why? Issues like famine, war, and environmental unrest come to mind. People please stop giving the chronically useless so much attention .

BLACK FRIDAY PLANS

So I made my plans for black Friday and that plan is to stay home while people trample one another for cheaper televisions, gaming systems and dvd players. My reason for this is that I actually went shopping on a black Friday and got hit several times, by shopping carts. I think that getting hit by shopping carts is one of the ten worst things that can happen. I don't want to go through that again, I'd rather sit and get hit by the ugly nun in my elementary school years.

I'm certain the beatings will take place early morning and late at night. I think mid day will just be miserable. I fully believe that my plan will keep my from taking some indescribable punishment in retail outlets.

NO ONE WILL EVER REALLY AGREE ON POLITICS, SO WHY FIGHT ABOUT IT?

It doesn't matter if you are democrat or republican, it doesn't matter if you are in the same party. People tend to disagree when it comes to politics. Two democrats may disagree on gay marriage but have the same views on the death penalty. Politics are subjective to what you want and believe as an individual. We fight, we disagree, but we are not policy makers. Why in the hell do we have to fight about it?

I have fallen victim to that a couple of times and honestly I don't care for it. We end up in arguments over issues that we can't do a damn thing about. Yes we can disagree but disagreements seem to turn into fights way to quickly.

TO BE AN EXTREMIST IS TO BE AN IDIOT

I don't care for extremists, they really piss me off. I can have a disagreement with a person but I don't have to insult that person as a result of our disagreement. I was called a drone today as a result of an extremist's view being totally opposite of my own. I like to consider myself a moderate individual but if there's anything I hate more than a jackass it's an extremist.

A LOT OF DRAMA LEADS TO LITTLE RESULTS

I'm not a big fan of drama, it seems like whenever the art of drama is involved in real life there is no way to make things move forward. I think we all engage in drama some way or another but when we do say in a manner that defines us, we really end up screwing ourselves, sometimes beyond repair. There are no winners when drama is at the epicenter of any situation. If you take anything from this blog, take the understanding that drama under any other context is simply bullshit in disguise.

THE SMALL MINDEDNESS OF ARROGANT PEOPLE

Some people really surprise me, mainly because the narrow scope of their mind doesn't allow them to see their own glaring imperfections. I see that as a manner of arrogance and I just abhor it. People will lift their chin up and act like such assholes some time. It's sad to think that some individuals don't have it in them to be normal, not necessarily humble, just normal.

I know a few people like that, people whose idea of success is plain, stupid arrogance. The funny thing about arrogance is that it's also a blinding agent. When you become arrogant you become tunneled by your own stupidity you tend to lose sigh of what's around you, both good and bad.

My simple advice to people like that is " Keep your eyes open." When something special comes around you may miss it and when your foundation crumbles beneath you, you will not be able to repair it.

SOME PEOPLE ARE REAL SHIT

I detest nosy people, I think because they are extremely unhappy. I have never been a nosy individual because I respect others. I think nosiness is a sign of a deeper problem. Nosy people tend to also be controlling and incredibly mercurial. I have known a few nosy fuckers in my life and honestly, my hated for them knows no bounds. I don't know why I feel like I do, maybe it's because I live and let live. Live and let live people, live and let live.

WHY AM I STILL UP?

It's late and I am still up writing, I really have to question my sanity. I have a meeting in the morning and need to be sharp but I am so interested in other things at the moment. I wonder if night brings about hubris and makes people feel invincible. I am tired, I am thirsty, I know what my day will bring tomorrow but I just don't feel like letting that get to me. I am thinking of so many things and so many things I am thinking of make such little sense, even to me.

An hour ago I was thinking of what it must have been like to be David Sarnoff back when he was delivering flowers to the may mistresses of Marconi out in New York. Then I think back to previous hours and how thrilled I was with the latest installment of the HBO drama Newsroom and how cool it is that Jeff Daniels will likely have an iconic role to define his outstanding career. Here I am, it's late as fuck and I am still writing, and yet I don't know why.

This blog is such a medium for expression, often times I express raw emotion without any real attention to accuracy and I wonder how many mistakes I have made in the process of creating volume. I don't give a shit about what people think of my mistakes because this is my forum and yet I want reactions, I want to push buttons and get people talking. Yes I know what I'm saying because I read and read carefully but often times I write recklessly because I am fully invested. I look forward to numbers, ideas, reactions and I love when I have the opportunity to prove assholes wrong.

I am not really into political correctness, in fact I challenge that ridiculous and hypocritical norm which we enforce because honestly it's nothing more than fear, a blanket for the cowardly. It's late and I am opening up to perfect strangers because I am secure in my own feelings and opinions, I will agree, disagree, and stand up when it's necessary. I will attack people not for the sake of the attack but simply because I live in reality. It's late, I'm tired and open, and I will say whatever the hell I want to say.

THE STORY OF THE BIG FAT CAT

There was once a big fat cat that started life as a little kitten. The kitten was quiet, often afraid and alone in the world. As the kitten grew he became angry and chose to become a user of other cats. As he embraced cat manhood he started to put together a business, the business was Casa de Los Gatos. The cat married and had little kittens, but he did not know real love.

While his wife was dedicating herself to him, he trapped her in the golden liter box and forced her to witness his lust for female kitty cats. He often paid cat mothers to sell their virgin daughters to him. The cat sex was often to intense since he had a cat penis implant. This fat cat was not a good cat, his suffering as a kitten did not teach him a lesson. Ultimately the fat cat's wife died and while he continued to spray his disgusting cat sperm everywhere, his children destroyed the Casa De Los Gatos. 

The cat would live on, unhappy and unable to forget the evil he had spread over the years. This cat had allowed his money to become a vehicle for evil and hatred. One day when he was alone and hallucinating he had a visitor, the visitor was death. The cat and death spoke and the conversation was disturbing.

CAT: Death?

DEATH: Yes.

CAT: Have you come for me?

DEATH: No.

CAT: Why not?

DEATH: You hurt many.

CAT: Who?

DEATH: You know who.

CAT: When will I die?

DEATH: A decision for the cosmos.

CAT: So?

DEATH: You will suffer.

CAT: Why?

DEATH: Time is the worst punishment.

CAT: So?

DEATH: You will live to let your mind make you suffer, until you can suffer no more. I will take my leave.

CAT: Please take me, please.

The cat lived on for may more years and as he continued to remember all the damage he did, he suffered more and more. The cat's children would die as would his beloved business. The cat would grow older and older and die slowly. The lesson here is that no matter what, or who you are in life, you don't have the right to make others suffer.

TWO INSIPID SHITS COLLIDE

So the big chubby lady from the shittiest show ever got married. I am talking about Honey Boo Boo's mom who married her better or less annoying half know as Sugar Bear. The two married in a typical redneck wedding with camouflage colors, barbecue, and I am sure some cousin fucking somewhere in there. I am writing this because the wedding should have been shown in a cross brand episode.

You are likely asking what I mean by that so I will tell you. I think they should have featured it in an episode of My Big Redneck Wedding. Way for the jackass crews over at Pink Sneaker Productions to really drop the ball on their societally irrelevant programming. I can think of how great it would have been to see a cross of two mind numbingly stupid shows. If anything this event would have likely been something close to the wedding of Tiny Tim in a 1969 broadcast of The Tonight Show.

Yes I am being sarcastic because I hate that little annoying shit, Pink Sneakers Productions as a whole, anything having to do with redneck weddings and stupid television that seems to only please the ignorant . If at this point you are waiting for some sort of clarification then by all means keep waiting because I am not going to even attempt to clarify or improve my statement for the sake of political correctness.

My tirade is complete so I want to wish that ugly mound of sex grease and her moron, inbred hick, shit kicking spawn of pig slop the greatest happiness. I would like to also state in categorical fashion that Honey Boo Boo is a little piece of annoying cow feces.

THE WAY TO HANDLE A JACKASS

Have you ever noticed the pseudo intellectual air of people that lob thinly veiled criticism? To me it's a thing of beauty witnessing people attempt to flex the thought muscle. I have been through that so many times, getting that unrequested and unwanted piece of shit advice. I love to just sit back and listen just so that I can pick out the twenty little mistakes in the advice itself. I have lived that and dealt with it since the day I realized I wanted to become a writer. I will never cease to be amazed by people giving their opinions with regards to everything that they know nothing about.

When it comes to people giving unwanted and unrequested advice and criticism I have come up with a ten step plan and the plan goes as follows:

1. Sit
2. Listen
3. Pay close attention
4. Allow yourself to go to a place other than the one you are in mentally
5. Count 25 sheep 
6. Think about your favorite food
7. Think about your favorite show
8. Think about your favorite movie
9. Think about your favorite muppets character 
10. FART!

Nothing clears a room and ends a conversation you don't want to have more effectively than a lethal fart. It doesn't matter the distance because farting is the universal language of discomfort. Yes, thats the way to handle it just fart until you feel a weight has left your body. Maybe this doesn't work for you in principle and perhaps it won't work in practice but it's still worth a shot. 

THE RED CARPET DUMBASS SYNDROME

I love idiots that think they are members of the elite, highly limited true celebrity group. I find it entertaining that said idiots consider themselves players when in all reality they are quite the opposite. In the age of social media they take pictures of themselves with or at the very least near celebrities and refer to them as "my dear friends." Seriously, how pathetic can you be? Some of these morons have day jobs that they want to keep a secret because they don't consider them to be on par with their "celebrity" status.

I guess that by that set of standards I can consider myself a superstar author. I mean I have ghost written a book, self published another and between my blogs and articles for yahoo I have generated somewhere in the neighborhood of 18,000 hits. I guess that makes me a red carpet, no wait it doesn't and neither does the fact that I was a finalist in the Beverly Hills Film Festival Screenwriting Contest.

I don't care for these little pretenders that consider the people they have requested their " lovely dear fans." I have news jackass and those news are that no one knows you, at least not yet so please stop the bullshit. The truth of the matter is that there is only one real red carpet and everything else is a cheap imitation. Don't call yourself a player if you don't know the rules of the game, it's immature and annoying.

Be real and please don't try to flaunt a talent unless you actually have it.

WHY DEALERS ARE SO FUCKING PATHETIC

There is nothing in this world more pathetic to me than a drug dealer. To me a drug dealer is the lowest form of life second only to pedophiles. I write this because I can and I feel like it. It's your choice to stop reading now or continue on. Frankly I hate the "player" wannabe idiots in the drug trade because truthfully their ignorance is beyond reproach.

Let me start with an experience I had in the bathroom of a very nice rooftop club. I was in the bathroom and as I got to the sink to wash my hands I saw this kid who seemed well to do trying to deal a little something to another patron because his tab was more than he could afford. I am glad I was not drunk because I would have likely laughed out loud at the pitiful situation. I left the bathroom quickly and decided to turn a blind eye because frankly I am no one's savior.

To me these little street shit punks that think they are special and tough are a joke. I myself do not come from the street nor do I pretend to have gangster credibility but frankly I don't need it. The truth of the matter is it does not matter who you are or the level you are in you will get caught. Pablo Escobar the glorified errand boy of the Ochoa Family went like a ton of bricks on an incline and he actually declared war on the government of Colombia and built his own prison. The fact is that the gaudy watches and chains mean very little when you are headed nowhere rapidly.

I hate to hear the bullshit about "I had no other choice" when you see how many people come from the worst environments and go on to successful and productive lives.  There is a choice between being practical and a good person and being a total idiot. Unfortunately the glorification of gangster figures in film has not helped the problem as there are millions of Tony Montana wannabes in this country alone.

The fact is that people create and glorify ideals that don't have room in society but nevertheless are jammed in anyway. Yes there are issues like environment, personality, behavior, and psychological profiles but none of that changes the fact that drug dealers and the people around them are simply pathetic.