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Ain’t no rest for the wicked…

23 Feb

Ain’t no rest for the wicked…

Odd the phrases that stick in your head when you sit down to write.

I have come to treasure them.

They pop up when my mind has something to say, but is a little iffy about bringing it out.

And if there ain’t no rest for the wicked, its a wonder I get any sleep at all.

I ran into someone the other day who was a big fan of the blog and decided to confide in me.

“Your poor girlfriend must be a saint to put up with you.”

And she said this smiling.

Oh, that makes it all better, doesn’t it?

Well, if I wondered what people thought about me and this blog, I guess I know now.

Makes me wonder why I bother.

And then it hits me.

Because there are some of you that get it, and me.

And in return for that loyalty, I would follow you magnificent bastards into hell.

I mean, at the end of the day, this is a crude little humor blog, nothing more.

And occasionally, I scribble something that sticks in your head.

Its bizarre what some people pick up and hang onto these days.

We can be so inundated with crap from work, family, TV, and now, add not only the internet, but Facebook and Twitter into the mix and you have total crap overload, 24/7.

Here is a perfect example.

I made a rude comment on Facebook, just to see who was paying attention.

“Everyone wants to save the dogs from being killed in the shelters, but with thousands of humans on death row, nobody says a word. You hypocrites! “

If you know me you know that I favor the death penalty and love dogs, so the whole phrase is a spin around.

Several blog devotees commented that I am playing with everyone and they are allowing it.

Of course.

It turned into this debate on the instinctive morality of man, social economics, the Occupy movement (Talk about worthless shit!) and somehow, about why the freakiest porn comes from Japan.

So, 175 comments into it, I made the following statement.

“How do we know that these dogs that are supposed to die were not pedophiles in their previous life and this is their punishment. We could be letting them go free.”

Only two responses to it showed up on the page.

One friend told me that line messed with her head for a week.

At the time, I got half a dozen private messages.

4 of them were more or less, “You’ve crossed the line” type comments.

I love the people that send me those, they are such innocent creatures, like big eyed retarded puppys with voting rights.

1 of them claimed that I was anti semitic.

I am still baffled by that one.

And the final one was a private note from someone who wanted me to know that they were praying for me and that Jesus loves me.

Good to know.

Manipulating people for the sole purpose of personal amusement is rude to start with, but when it becomes your hobby, it takes on a whole new dimension.

I spent an evening on FB awhile back making the following comment to any mention of someones male child, no matter the age.

“The kid sounds like trouble.”

The responses were varied and covered a lot of ground.

One mother and I began to private message about parenting.

I consider myself a phenomenal parent and have much to say.

Turns out she already has the right attitude and was just stressing.

Kids will do that to you.

Another parent went on a rant about pharmaceutical companies and the evils of Ritalin.

Her kid sounds like a beast and drugs are probably the right move there.

Finally, one parent took the right perspective and gave me the answer I was looking for.

“Piss off, my kid is awesome.”

Sounds like a great parent to me.

 

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