Blathering Behemoth!

Normally i would take this time to tell you all how fucked you are or perhaps to express my anger towards a mundane/pointless activity that disgusts me. But alas, it is not so today. Today i start my new theme for this blog. Yes you heard me right, a new theme! I'm not sure what it is yet, but i will come up with it by the end of this blog. Until then i shall mystify you with my ability to misdirect and confound your minds. Ooooooo...aaaaaaaaaah.

You may tell yourself, you can't do that to me...well if you've made it this far...i have. Speaking of "have", any of you guys heard of the guy who doesn't have his shoes anymore cause he threw them at ol' GW. Watch and be mega amused!



While these events unfolded before my eyes the dread of what i have always feared coming true came....well true. Bush is actually a member of an ancient and deadly Ninja clan bent on throwing the world into chaos so merc ninjas will be useful again! I knew it from the start, but they called me a crackpot. Ha! Who's laughing now?! That reminds me, everyone should watch a few episodes of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia". Why? Cause it's fucking rad, 'nuff said.

I want to be a transformer. Preferably not as pussy as Bumblebee, kinda bad ass like Optimus Prime but not a semi truck. Not a sports car either. To turn into a gun like the OG Megatron would be fucking ace! Did you know that guns don't kill people, people do. The NRA told me that and any organization that had a spokesperson like Charleton Heston has got my support. Come on seriously, the man escaped the planet of the damn dirty apes...have you ever done that. Thought not. I still haven't thought of a good theme yet and i don't want to disappoint you so i gotta keep blathering. Listen to Tom Waits, the man is a musical genius. I smoke too much...but i like it, so i'm not gonna stop.

"i wanna walk away and start over again..."

5 reason why it would be ace to be Megaman:

1) You'd have a gun for an arm.

2)Your job is to kill shit, not humans, just machines.

3)To learn new skills in life all you have to do is kill the boss of the area.

4)Chicks dig robot cocks...multiple speed piston action and vibrating action.

5)You get sick of a stage, just push reset. Presto! Do it all over.

Fuck man i'm outta bullshit to feed you. Fine you beat me. Sorry, i know i sorta promised you a theme. Fuck off and go outside to get some sun or maybe some actual human interaction.

Fuck off...

With the world spiraling into a ghastly version of itself we consistently have to rearrange our belief systems to accommodate. I put to the table a simple way to deal with it all.

Fuck off.

When relationships are as dull as jerking off in the shower to some random bartender you saw a few days ago cause you and the other are too fucking busy to have sex(load of bullshit i tell ya!). Fuck off!

When your job becomes as redundant and painful as getting your teeth pulled out by rusty pliers in the bowels of your own private hell for all eternity. Fuck off!

Parents become useless foremen in a destroyed construction site where the worker quit and pissed in the bosses coffee. Fuck off!

Fucking upper management up your ass about dumb shit that has no real effect on the world as a whole(especially dealing with whiny little customers declaring between sobs of patheticness that they are "always right). Fuck off!

Fuck off i tell ya. You gotta declare your "get the shit out of my face you fucking prick" attitude. So many shit eating grin fucking chiefs and not enough scalpers to go around. The only truth in this world is the relative ideas we use to categorize and divide the douche bags, the pricks, the fake mask wearing wanna kick them in their teeth shit grinners, and the semi cool i can deal with you at least for a few moments before i get tired of that story you fucking tell all the time.

Tired of all the bullshit. Scream it to the heavens with a voice rivaling the podium of religion...Fuck off!

There is no universal rule in this short life span that dictates that you must entertain these fools. Send them on their way to bother some other sucker that will deal with their vomiting of putrid socially inept mindless crap they spew from the shit abyss they love to call the mouth cavity. Get the fuck away from me you simple minded insolent moron. Fuck off!

Start a revolution of the mind, a new train of thought that declares your independence from having to suffer these gobs of evolutionary rejects doomed to die of either obesity or darwinistic lethal trauma. Fuck off!

gah!

OK...this one is not a commentary on society or any such nonsense. It's a simple straight forward pissed off rant.

As some of you already know i work for an unnamed EMS service(yes i drive the ambulance). This job entails many things; putting up with the shit of dumbass, waste of space, scumbag, fuck face, piece of shit, stupid faces was never ever included into the EMT job description. We in the EMS field don't do it for the money(plenty of other lucrative careers where you don't have to deal with vomit and people spitting on you), we do it because we feel we can help. Sometimes i kringe when think about the people i have to save(or simply just give a bullshit taxi ride to the hospital), but i do it. Why? Because, i fucking love even the scumbags, the pigs, and the thugs.

I'm here to help...so shut the fuck up, sit down, buckle up, and lets hit the fucking road.

dire times...

In every moment of everyday our lives are altered and changed. Sometimes for the better, some for the worse, some just altered. Discoveries of the mind shape our perspectives of the world around us. Enlightening moments can brighten or dim the light of our spirit. Our bodies slowly adapting to the situations around us change habits of metabolism, breathing, hear rate, and waste production.

And all this time we ask ourselves "why?". Why do we insist on existing in a world which consistently batters us? We ponder even as our minds our reeling from the roller coaster ride of life. Nausea and dizziness become to much so we vomit upon the earth and the people around us our troubles. Loving then lashing out. All the time seeking solace in an abstract thought of a "god" or some other saving grace which makes this life worth living. It is said by some to look to the skies for answers. Others say it is within ourselves. Some have forsaken any search of knowledge of the self. While some have found a far too concrete "answer" and wish to convert others to it by all means necessary.

Humans are naturally disposed to confuse themselves with contradicting theories. Perhaps we think too much, maybe too little. While we run in circles chasing our proverbial "tails" we never seek the most simple solution. The simplest solution and one that we can all fix within our own minds. We as solo beings may not be able to solve the seemingly massive problems that are in abundance during these modern times, but we can fix ourselves. If each of us were to take the time to ponder upon why we feel the way we do, the world in which we find no optimism may change before our eyes. Why does one feel blind hate towards others? How can jealousy be overcome? What if we were to take responsibility for our actions that directly or indirectly affect others?

In the end all we have is each other. We, as humans, are part of the world on which we live. Is coexistence such a hard trait to foster. Must we always run this vicious circle which has cost us so many lives and so many hearts. I do not ask for anyone to change their whole lives. Only to look in the mirror and critique yourself the way you critique the world around you.

If questions are not formed...

then answers will never exist.

Do not do this for me, nor the government, nor the one you love. Do it for yourself.