Fuck Christmas

I don't like Christmas.

It doesn't hold any special meaning for me.

Just saying it makes me sound like some fucking cranky old man who's about to start a long rant about Millennial entitlement.

Truth is I fucking hate this holiday.

I hate the commercialism, the bullshit and the despair.

Donald Trump is the fucking president, what the fuck do we have to be merry about?

As for having kindness and generosity, it's better to have that bullshit all year round than to restrict it to a single winter month.

Be kind, be empathetic and caring all year round.

Because seriously, fuck Christmas. 

Triggered

Do you ever see someone on the internet who uses the term "triggered" like a dirty word?

Do you ever encounter shit posters who use "ironic" racism in their posts?

Do you ever see an online art gallery full of colorful cartoon animals and then a page later they're using those cute cartoon animals to try and "trigger" people and shame them and so forth?

yeah I really want to kill people like that.

Now I don't have any PTSD or anything approaching a diagnosed mental illness.

Just something about that kind of small minded pettiness makes me puke in my mouth and sours my drink like someone took a piss in it.

These fucking inbred stupid motherfuckers would probably laugh and say that I'm triggered but I have it really easy compared to people who do get triggered.

It's like when you talk to avowed racism, awash with privilege; a true golden child who's born with a silver spoon up their ass and has never experienced any hardship or sacrifice in their miserable fucking lives. You're talking to a festering heap of shit in human form and if you met them you'd drive their fucking teeth into the back of the throat before gouging their eyes out.

I love the internet, I really do. The only thing wrong with the internet is that there are people on it.

And you're lying to yourself if you think that having original thoughts is a bad idea only on the internet; as if people in real life are just balls of sunshine and tolerance.

The internet is full of people and that's what sucks the most about it. And many of those people form clusters of racism, hatred, bigotry; the kind that only people who live in their mother's basement and lecture others that they need to suck up about racism and they're only being ironic HH 88.

Every time I run into these fucking people I get short of breath. And really they can't do as much to me as they might to some other people but fuck them all right up the pooper with a wire brush.

Just fuck them all and their fucking dank (read moldering, disgusting, dirty) memes.

You ignorant, child molesting, lazy, cruel, stupid, dull mother fuckers. 

Politics

I realize that for a long time I've withdrawn from politics other than getting myself worked up over American elections.

I read a joke once in a science fiction politics comes from poly meaning many, and ticks meaning the bloodsucking insects. I think whoever said that was a fucking inbred that was lucky to pass third grade.

As dirty as politics is perceived, it`s also how we decide resource distribution and try to get to things like human rights. Politics since the enlightenment is that government power comes from the governed as opposed to the power of god or some other mystical bullshit.

Lately in the news the government has approved an oil pipeline near some sensitive ecological areas. The Standing Rock tribe are dying and fighting over similar bullshit down in the south.

So I`m working to resist the pipeline any way I can. Because in a modern democracy, resisting is your right as a citizen. And I don`t mean resist in the fucking stupid second amendment way that American fascists like to masturbate over when they`re not shitting themselves at the sight of black people who aren`t in jail.

So get involved in government. Volunteer for a local election, vote for county dog catcher and the most meager boring post you can think of. Just don`t get involved every four fucking years and then die off like a coma victim after a car crash.

Get the fuck off your ass and show that you have a say in life and prove you`re not one of those worthless pieces of crap who bitch and moan how their lives don`t matter.

Action matters, fuck your good intentions. If you want to have a say in your future you can, but you can`t do that by being pure or being lazy.

Fuck that. 

Undercover Boss is dead

My wife has an abusive boss.

more than I care to admit I think about killing that boss of their or intimidating them Sopranos style.

We've all had a bad boss. They're somebody who has a very undemanding job and acts like their shit doesn't stink. Then when work is over they'll wine to anybody who'll listen how they don't have any friends and nobody likes them.

These people are parasites, leaches and they make the lives of everyone around them worse.

My brother studies finance and he tells me that we should be teaching elementary and high school students the difference between bonds, stocks and commodities. Just so that our future leaders and voters can be financially literate and demand real change from our leaders. Or use that knowledge to take control of their lives and not let other people rip them off financially.

He wants people to protect themselves from bad stock brokers and people who hurt others for profit.

I think the same applies to abusers .

I want kids in elementary school to learn what an abuser is and how to avoid being one.

It's not enough just to be nice to people. You have to really teach them what it looks like when they encounter a failed human being who's going to suck them dry like a giant mosquito.

And being an abuser isn't something that should be glorified. Being loud, shouting someone down, making someone feel small isn't something to be proud of. You should be fucking ashamed because you're ruining someone else's fucking life.

But it's hard to be there when someone comes from work every day drained, hurt and recovering from being bullied  and you have to try and rebuild them before they're torn out for the next day.

I just want to take my boss's wife and pull their fucking heart out. 

Cynicism and cysts

So I know a guy who sees the worst in people.

He's also a Donald Trump voter so I guess he must have a burning hatred of decency and humanity.

Looking at this guy, I realize that I myself see the worst in people and the worst in human behavior and actions.

That said, I'm not a fucking idiot and I really don't see myself as a cynic.

Originally a cynic was someone who tried to see the truth for what it really was. Today it usually means someone who pisses and moans without ever doing anything and whose only response in life to is to see how far they can shove their head up their ass.

The thing is, you can't be optimistic without knowing what the worst people can do. If you're optimistic without knowing you're not an optimist, you're a fucking imbecile.

You can't hope for the best without knowing what's wrong.

I'm optimistic because I have my head on my shoulders instead of up my ass. I can see the best in people because I also know what's their fucking worst.

You can't ever really love someone without seeing them at their shittiest. God knows my wife doesn't look anything like she does with makeup and clothes on.

so wake up, pull your head out of your ass and wipe the shit out of your eyes.

contrary to belief ignorance is not bliss and stupid people are some of the most fucking miserable sacks of crap you'll ever have the displeasure of knowing. 

Writing a book

When you're writing a book, you can't succeed unless you can recognize when you're shit.

If you have no self confidence and can't show your work to anybody then you'll never go anywhere and your fucking book will be stillborn. The best you can hope for at that point is that a friend will publish your work after you die like Franz Kafka.

No piece of work will ever be perfect. Even the finest novels and stories can be shat on, misunderstood or just found boring by a reader.

This is the age of the internet, we can see our haters in real time.

The thing is, while there's a popular joke that having an opinion on the internet will get you mobbed; the same is no less true for real life.

So back to the previous point. You can't trust the people who praise you and you can't trust the people who hate you. You've got to see for youself what works in the story, what would work in another story or what would be flat out shit in any circumstance and you better fucking feel ashamed for writing bullshit like that.

I had writer's block for about two weeks, I wrote a short paragraph about dwarves on motorcycles. Then I got stuck.

So I deleted it because while the idea was funny, it didn't fucking belong with my story and didn't serve the narrative in any way.

And this is a goddamn story where anything and everything happens, but the dwarves on motorcycles did not serve the story. They weren't funny or enlightening or even good background dressing. In another setting it might have been interesting . . . to at least me.

But I had to cut out a tumor from my precious novel. That little paragraph had to die so that the rest of the story could continue to live and be born.

My book is my baby, and I have to care for it and provide for it at every step of its gestation. I can't eve take a vacation from it, can't take a break from it.

Because even when I distract myself on this blog like a pregnant mother taking medication for morning sickness I always have that novel in the back of my mind if not the front of it.

So what do you love most?

Call of Duty: Infinite Shite

So ripping on the Call of Duty games is like shooting fish in a barrell. Everybody hates the games save for a band of racist fourteen year old's online. Other people drabble a bit in the multiplayer but don't really give a crap about it.

People who play Dark Souls laugh at COD's easy gameplay, linear levels and unmemorable enemies and storylines.

Thing is, I've been watching a playthrough of the newest COD, Infinite. Call of Duty in Space, basically.

I have no beef with that premise. It's kinda cool. And I admit to loving playing COD multiplayer with my rowing friends back in the day so what's the fucking problem.

Thing is, the game starts with an unprovoked, kinda brutal terrorist attack. Alright, fair premise.

Then we get some cardboard villain who almost comically flaunts his disregard for human life. It's a little like unintentional Sam Rami horror.

Then there's the part where I get lost by the game.

We cut to some assholes on earth who want to strike a full millitary invasion against their hated enemies but can't because their hands are explicitly tied by politicians. That's explicitly their problem. That politicians are betraying them and tying their hands and keeping them from winning.

As my migraine starts to build it gets worse. The two handsome looking characters start to lament that War has rules of engagement and that those rules are really a waste of time.

My head continues to hurt as I've heard a lot of this shit before and not in fiction.

Then these two lovingly rendered motherfuckers go on saying that and I quote, "Warriors aren't in charge until there's a war."

And then I throw something against a wall.

I know that Call of Duty is basically propaganda for the US army and that it's supposed to make you horny at the thought of killing brown people. I get that.

But this bullshit hits a little too close to Germany's Stab in the back myth, circa post WW1.

And there's also the fact that in most places that aren't military dictatorships, the army isn't in charge. In the US, in Canada, in Australia and the UK and many other places that aren't banana Republics; the military always answers to a civilian government.

Traditionally the merging of government with military command is a feature of fascist strongmen.

And this festering heap of shit disguised as a game is trying to make that seem like a good thing. Like we're supposed to be sad that there are international laws of war and we're not all waterboarding each other and killing the families of suspected terrorists (thank you President Fucking Trump) and that we should be using less diplomacy and bombing the crap out of people like good Imperialist fucking drones.

Kinda choking on my rage because I see this fucking bullshit come from right wing camps. You know them, people who say "take care of our own first" "all lives matter" and who spend their time masturbating over dead Syrian orphans.

So yeah, as someone whose grandfather was eight when the Nazis invaded his home country, I'm a little less than enamored by fascism and the need to reflexively murder strangers like the fucking Wermacht psyching its troops up to deport undesirables and build a new Arayan Empire.

Fuck ya'll fascists anywhere, any time. Fuck you all with a wire brush sideways you fucking worthless pieces of shit.

Peace out.