I dont like writing these kinds of posts.......

I really don't..but I've got to much on my mind.

Comic Con was two weeks ago.. and its left a void in the inner workings of my soul. Comic Con is usually my get away, my bit o heaven..but now..now I'm like that Indian on the side of the road with all the trash, and the single tear coming out of his eye. Except that Road is Comic Con.. the Trash are the ass fucks that now attend it, and As I stated, I'm the Indian with the single tear. To watch Comic Con degrade to the level it has..just tears me apart. The place holds personal, joyous memories.. now..its a shell of its former self, even with all the people attending.



Going in was a bit of a headache. The money I managed to save ended up going to various family members before Con, so I took half a pay check and stretched the hell out of it. It was fine though.. I got a few cool things, I'm happy with those.

Though.. the fallout of Con has left me bitter, yet thinking.

First off, being broke for almost a week and a half got my grandfathers attention. While he knew that I would spend a decent amount at con, he called into question why I don't have anything in savings.. since I'm living with my grandparents RENT FREE.. It turned into a somber..disappointment, then bitter conversation for about a half hour. Theres nothing worse than just having someone who's opinion you hold high beat you down. But the reality of it though. He was Right. I don't save like I should, I'm suppose to be paying off my credit cards, but I'm barley doing that, and I'm out and about fucking around and dropping cash like its going out of style. Discipline, basically, he thinks I lack. And it sucks, because unlike my brother, who's living in Michigan on a while, I'm the big disappointment in the family next to my jailed cousin. Out of the 4 core grandchildren, I'm the only one who never attended any sort of collage, I've talked big, but never lived up to it, and the perception within the family is that I'm a bit of a failure.. or what they think of my dad.

It's a slap in the face, but its one I telegraphed unknowingly. I'm 25, living at home..if you will. No cash in the bank, but with a steady job, whats my problem. Basically, I'm lazy, I procrastinate, I lack focus, and buying shit quells any depression that sets in so that I'm not eating anymore. The weight is also a problem, one that I've promised time and time again to fix, but I'm just so fucking lazy to do it.

So now, I'm trying to prove everyone wrong. I'm trying to change my game, keep some cash in the bank every month, and I've been hitting the gym a little more. We'll see were I'm at in 6 Months.

The OTHER problem that I didn't see coming was a big blow up between me and "my friend" My friend is a girl, and we've known each other damn close to 10 years. She joined me at Con on preview night, got separated and was left with two of my other friends at con while I went to dinner with another female friend. She didn't take too kindly to that.. at least that's what she said her problem was.. Turns out..basic girl Jealousy. Shocking me to no end. She wasn't found of me spending time with a girl she didn't know. It brought up a conversation that was text for hours that I'd rather not go into, but lets just say, things were said that cant be unsaid (not in the name calling way either) She changes the conversation after certain things were spoken, and me, a guy who's been walked on by women his whole life, stopped responding.

So now a week later, I'm still not talking to her. Mostly due to me. She wont cop to cert in things, and until she dose properly.. I'll await her to call me.

This has been the nail in the back of my head all week. I've really taken a look at myself. I've been a NICE guy my whole life. I cant be a real asshole if need be. I'm 25, still pure as the driven snow, with no prospects in sight. The shit spoken last week just drummed more crap back up, and I've been in a realization/rutt about my lack of a love life. I know its part me. I know my weight and looks dint give me much, and I'm a loud, outspoken guy that spouts off random shit, but even when I'm at my most..properly made up, I'm still ignored largely by women. I've only had 3 women in my life that have shown real interest in me. 2 I couldn't reciprocate, and one is dead. Anything I usually pursue (which isn't much now.. I've learned my lessons) never seems me in any other light than the friendly fat guy.

But what if you lose the weight.. I hear some of you saying. I remind you of this. IN High school, 6 years ago, I was almost 90lbs lighter, still a big guy, but in far better condition. Again.. never got any attention from the ladies. And anyone I pursued, politely let me down. At least I got that much. Perhaps I'm socially cursed? Cant be that bad, I have a nice pool of friend. Maybe I'm just one of those guys who got dealt this kind of hand by the universe. For not everyone can have everything. Perhaps I was met to wander alone, and no intimate companion to escort me.

I don't know. I think I'm just rambling again. I hate sounding bitchy, but I always do. Its just this whole situation frustrates the hell out of me. Its that I know more, but I cant do much about it. And I have to sleep with that.

Eaton Curse probably, second things look like they re getting good, the pendulum swings the other way, and leaves me in a pile of shit.

Forever Faccid

There are some things in life that just shut you down. This day, for many, it was the untimely death of pop legend MICHEAL JACKSON. (which by the way, I'm going to be the first and call it: SUICIDE!) For others, its tragic news of other sorts, or witnessing something horrifying or unreal. 9/11 anyone?

Well, yesterday, I had one of those moments.

I had just gotten home from work. It was a long day, I was running off of 2 hours of sleep due to my 4 am bed time thanks to watching Transformers. After taking a shower and getting about 10 pounds of sweat and motor oil off of me, I freshened up to go out for the evening. I descended down stairs to find my grandparents talking with my uncle. So I decided to join them.

My uncle had just gotten back from Texas, and was regaling us with his adventures out there. I sat down on the couch next to my grandmother and listened for 20 minutes about my uncle sloshing through stagnate, mosquito ridden water on the ranch he hangs out on with this drinking buddies. After a laugh or two, my grandmother brought up their upcoming trip up to wine country the next day. That's when she brought up how "painful" of a ride its going to be.

Joking about taking a seat doughnut, my uncle asked her about going to the doctors.

Now at this point, I thought they were talking about Hemorrhoids. Its not uncommon for older folk to get them, and I know of some YOUNGER folk that get them due to poor diets.

Well, not exactly. My grandmother brought up surgery, and my grandfather, in his own magical way that this man can, bemoans that "you've beaten it 3 times already, whats a 4th time" Well, I became a little concerned. Cancer again?

My grandmother in the last 50 years has had breast cancer 3 times! She's beaten it every time, but from pieces of the puzzle I was getting, this wasn't breast cancer.

It was here that I now wish I had left for the night.

Not breast cancer, but something else. Trying to be coy about it, my grandmother mentions getting an "exam" at the doctors that was painful as "CHILDBIRTH".. Ok.. I thought.. Where is this going. My grandmother looks over at me, and in her own mind decided, eh..fuck it. Her words at this point were as followed. "Eh, you're old enough, I've been getting orgasms at night and I didn't know why, but apparently threes a growth on my clitoris and they're going to have to remove it"

I looked over at my grandfather, who seemed grumpy as normal, then to my uncle, who was a little off putting, but kept it inside. I on the other hand, kept a straight face, but on the inside, MY DICK WAS SCREAMING!

Mentally, I was throwing up and committing suicide at the same time. I couldn't leave just yet, for it would have been..well, rude. After all, she was, in her own head, medically sound about the whole thing.

My grandfather broker the uneasily silence saying that she's going to be right at home with them Ethiopian girls that get that done, and dose she want a disc for her lip. My uncle laughed, I chuckled physically as inside I was aiming 3 kinds of guns at my temple, pulling the trigger, but nothing was happening.

Finally, my buddy Mike called my and I excused myself. I talked to him for a minute then left quietly. With this knowledge inside my head, the possibilities of getting erect were done. I figured that I'm going to end up like one of them eccentric billionaires that needs to kill a hobo with a fork to get an erection from now on.

I went to my moms place to watch a horrible video online to maybe kill the images in my head. My brother and his friend walked through the door and looked at me as if they had something to say. I sighed, and told them that I may never be aroused again. They stared at me and asked why. I told them this "Nana told me she was getting orgasms and is now going to have her clitoris removed" My brother instantly went into dry heaves and convulsions, his friend, who we regularly joke about sick shit, like rape and baby punting, screamed in terror and ran into the other room with his hands over his ears. My brother was hacking at this point and looked at me and asked "WHAT THE RUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I simply told him, that I'm now dead on the inside and that I had to share it with someone. His friend came back into the room proclaiming that that's the worst thing he's ever heard, even more than the phrase "LITTLE BOY PEE PEE" My brother continued to flip around like he had just gotten kicked in the nuts, ran into the bathroom and latterly spit up a little bit.

I then started laughing. I laughed and laughed, then made dolphin noises over this scene. It brought back a little bit of my soul that had been lost! My brother returned to the room, and his friend stated bringing it up, until my brother simply yelled "SHUT THE FUCK UP! BOTH OF YOU, YOU"RE GOING TO HELL! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE"

I still think that if I had any shot at getting laid, it has now been made more difficult, as this will forever be burned into the back of my skull till I'm cold and in the ground. For some things, cannot be unheard.

Fatty Fatty 2x4

Well, its no trade secret.. I'm fat.

Yes, fat, and not the JOLLY kinda of fat like John Goodman,



the kinda that carries it self well, and cant be imagine thin. No, I'm medically termed, MORBIDLY OBESE.

It wasn't all ways like this.. I was thin at one point in my life, roughly 7 years ago:

Here's proof!



The irony of this pic is that I know look like Del Toro, and he's lost a ton of weight!

So why am I stating the obvious?

Well, its because I fooled myself into thinking I was doing well. I thought, "Eh, I'm not that bad, I've been worse.."

No, no I haven't.

I came to this conclusion after my trip to Arizona a week ago, and got the pictures back.

This picture,



is possibly, the SECOND worst picture of me ever taken, and I don't care if the ferret makes it cuter!

I think that my problem is that I've put back on all the wight I shed last summer and that my mind has been too lax and in a fog to realize that I've been a lazy fuck when I'm anywhere but work. Oh, and even when I'm at work, I nap during lunch time, and chug mountain dew amps constantly to stay awake.

The other problem is, I see myself in a very MATRIX like fashion. When I look in the mirror, I don't see the KINGPIN esq figure looking back, no, like Neo after being plugged into the matrix for the first time since waking up bald, I see myself as I think I am, fat, but not bad.

Is it insanity? Or just denial? I think I'm going with the latter.

But that's the beauty of cameras, they don't lie!

So I've made a bold proclamation: Cut 30lbs in 6 weeks. That's right around the time of comic con. I know its an odd thing to want to get thinner for, but I don't want to be just another fat loser there, but instead, a husky go getter!

So sans tonight as I write this, I'm hitting the gym in the morning before work, hopefully to get the adrenaline going for the job and not need an energy drink in the morning, No more soda for a while, and Gym for 2 hours every night!

I've shed almost 15 pound in less than a day, I think I can do 30 in a healthy fashion in 6 weeks.

Hell, I might finally snag a girl.............

bah who am I kidding, I still have literal TONS to go before that could ever happen.

Grandparents vs Modern Technology

Its been a lovely week in the house hold that I currently call home base. This is the week that the BIG digital conversion happens in tv, meaning that the analog signal goes bye bye and we usher in a new age of DIGITAL!..

So my grandparents,




both in their early 80's, like many people their age, Don't have cable or satellite TV. My grandmother records TV shows on basic TV like a crack head needing a fix. There are literally 200 recordable VHS tapes sitting in 4 different piles in their massive home. Since they don't "WORK" anymore, they'll watch one show when it airs, and then, go back and watch a show on tape that they recorded roughly 5 months prior!

This has been their routine since I was just a wee lad still in my feety pajamas and they were real heavy into shows like LA LAW and HUNTER!

So, with this new DIGITAL conversion happening, a stereotype like a black loving Grape Soda, they're old, and had to buy the digital converter boxes. And guess who gets to help hook them up!

This guy.



...aka me!

Now, to get an idea of the last 2 days of getting these things set up properly, (which is as easy as plugging a hair dryer into the wall outlet) consider this:

My grandparents have been married for 59 years. My grandfather reminds me of Clint Eastwood's character from Grand Torino, and my grandmother is a hybrid of Ethel Murtz and Lucy Ricardo! Constantly looking for some sort of entertaining stimulation with Ethel's looks! Combined that, and woo! Just a cornucopia of colorful language!

We finally get the damn boxes up and running, and with things like these, it takes my grandfather a day or so to get use to it. Grandmother, it'll be another 4 years before she figures out what channel the things need to be on just to watch TV.

Now, for the big kicker. With these digital boxes, its like a cable box. There's a separate remote and the box changes the channel, not the TV or VCR. Which means... that the Timer Recorder on the VCR is now rendered USELESS! It took them 5 months to properly grasp the concept of DVDs when my aunt bought them a DVD player for Christmas 3 years ago. But they didn't understand it when I told them that VHS was basically dead, and, at the time, in a few years that they're tape collection will be useless. Well, that day came yesterday.

They went in to full on denial mode like a army general when he finds out his first born son is a flaming homosexual!

My grandfather insist that the company that produced these boxes wouldn't make them that you couldn't TIMER RECORD off your TV. I told them that they can still "RECORD" but it has to be what they're currently watching, and if you set a channel on the VCR that's not the channel set to the Converter box, they're just going to record fuzz. My grandmother insist that she's successfully recorded a bunch of shows in the last 2 days. In review, nothing but fuzz.

This has led to the resumed talk of getting cable finally. I've been pushing the idea since I've moved in for several reasons.

A) DVR: With our satellite service, my mom's place gets free DVR and 100 hours of recording. No more tapes. I tell them that they would be like kids in a candy store, hopped up on crank! It would make life so much easier!
B) I would have cable at their place, and I would be able to stop hanging out at my moms place and dealing with her shit every day.
C) I buy most of the stuff that comes on the Discovery Channel. They love Deadliest Catch. I tell them that they would be able to watch this stuff WHEN IT AIRS! Not only that but cable TV has so many superior shows than regular TV that they wouldn't know where to start!

This has enticed my grandmother, who lives vicariously through everyone else in the family, thus driving them nuts, and give her something to do during the day! She's real Gun ho for it. My grandfather, not so much. He's always been big on not paying for TV. He's very adamant about not spending $80 a month

So for now, at least the time being, I come home to the ramblings of two people in a loving, hate filled marriage over TV. I then go upstairs, grab some films (that haven't been pillaged by them or my brother) and go to my moms place, where I can at least talk back when I'm getting bitched at.

I'm currently recruiting the rest of the family to get behind my call to arms to get my grandparents to break down and finally get cable TV.. Life would be so much easier then.. just for once!

Dead Man's Party

Before I begin, let me make one statement.

FUCK ARIZONA!

It'll be a cold day in hell and the devils piss will freeze mid stream before I go back there again.

I spent this weekend out in Lake Havasu. Not a place that I had a lot of motivation to visit, but this was an extreme circumstance. I'm not going to go deep into it, but my friends mom had suddenly passed away, and the funeral was in Havasu. Again, it would take something of that importance to get me to go out there.

So, after driving 4 hours across the god forsaken desert, my travel companions and I arrive in Havasu, only to get lost from the shit poor street structuring and giant looping design of the place. There were no less than 6 different Lake Havasu streets: Lake Havasu st, Lake Havasu dr, Lake Havasu cir ect. ALL RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!!!! It was maddening to the point that I wanted to go to the grave of the man who founded the town, dig up his bones and urinate in his skull!

We finally find my buddies place, plop down after some food, and I get a few hours of sleep and we head off to the funeral home.

I like to claim that a lot of things don't get to me. I've watched my fair share of perverted acts of sexual debauchery and seen people get maimed and killed online. Graveyards are kinda fascinating to me in a weird way, but not in that Goth-y, lets fuck on a persons grave while we recite Danzig lyrics. But there are two major places in which I can't explain my self in. 1) Hospitals. Something about the sanitized smell of death puts me on edge like cat who's fur is being petted the wrong way. 2) Funerals.

I've been to 3 so far in my life time, and I know that there will be more, but there is something in the atmosphere that makes me uneasy and paranoid. And it's not the fact that there's some one DEAD in a box across from where I'm sitting. I don't know, something just unnerves me.

The service goes off, and its sad, like funerals are. But at the end of the service, after everyone has said their peace, the Reverend gave us a couple psalms, and everyone had some what held it together, they play a video. What a bad idea.

Personally, I think that home video is the greatest BOON to the death industry. This was prime example. See the funeral started out with a touching song that was played over the PA system. It got every one's water works going. But the video, a montage of my friend's mother (who I knew very well, and was a wonderful woman) was just a gut punch after a terrible beating had just went down. The photos and stock footage of the things she loved played to a sad song had just about everyone in the place a massive heap. I thought to myself at this moment "WHAT DIRTY RAT BASTARD THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA AT THIS MOMENT!"

It was at this point that I started thinking, as I normally do.

I started thinking about my Funeral. Morbid I know. But let me elaborate..

It was a HELLBLAZER issue,


in which John Constantine was dying of cancer (much like in the movie) and he had just left the doctors office and was having an ALAN MOORE monologue to himself. He put it "A lot of people don't think about dying, but its something that the should" (I'm butchering the quote, as I don't have the issue handy at the moment) but it's something that's always stuck with me.

I'm constantly up in my own head, going over scenarios and other things, that's why I write on here. My own demise is one of the things that I'm constantly obsessed about. I joke about it from time to time, and its part of the reason I don't go to the beach at night. (I had a recurring dream that I would buy it in a massive tidal wave at the beach at night.. never seeing the thing coming till it was too late) but its something that I can't get out of my head. No, its not emo ish thoughts of suicide either, its the opposite. Where I get paranoid some times about doing things that I think might end it all. I've gotten over a lot of it in the last few years after doing some soul searching, but there are still little things that put me back in that mind set.

But, my funeral is something that I rarely think about. At this moment though, it was something that I starting going over in my head.

I decided on several things.

A) No cremation. Unless I pop off in a chemical fire, or I'm ravaged by a new contagious disease, I want my body in tact. My perfect situation would to be like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, and freeze myself till science can revive me. Preferably as s cyborg, but I'll take ravenous bio beast too! If that cant be done, I would like to be Entombed, like the mighty Pharaohs or fallen hero's of history. And if that's the way it has to be, I want some taxidermy done on me like Lenin did.





B) No sad music. I don't want fucking Green Day's Time of your life, the fucking song from the Breakfast club, any thing by fucking Coldplay or anything with a down beat! What I want is something WAY over the line and inappropriate. I want the service to start with me in the casket, propped up against the wall, not lying down! I want to adorn in armour with a battle ax in one hand and a sycle in the other, and WHITE AND NERDY by Weird Al to kick things off. Then when it seems like things are going to settle down after the initial shock of Weird Al playing, I want a few words spoken, and for the usher to play DEAD MAN'S PARTY by Oingo Boingo if tears start rolling. If a video is to be played, I want a montage of the WORST PICTURES OF ME THAT ANYONE CAN FIND with Dennis Leary's I"M AN ASSHOLE played over it, but that's only if there MUST BE a video played. Finally, after the last respects are played, I want to be hauled out to Akira Ikafube's Godzila's Theme. If not, I will come back as a ghost and poltergeist the fuck out of everyone.

C) There must be the following figures around my coffin: A bandai Godzilla, preferably the late 90s one. A dicast Voltron, an Iron Hide from Transformers, A Pumpkinhead figure, a large T-Rex, don't care from what, He-Man and Skeletor, a Delorian from Back to the Future 2 and a Proton pack!

D)I want two women dressed as Japanese Gothic Lolita girls to hand out the little pamphlet that gives a person the stats of the dead's funeral. And I want something along the lines of Royal Tennenbam's DIED HEROICALLY SAVING HIS FAMILY FROM A SINKING SHIP as the reason for my demise. Just a blatant lie! Maybe died saving a school bus of children from a pack of ravenous Kodiak bears in the Alaskan wilderness! And, there must be a midget dressed as Toad from Super Mario Brothers to greet everyone coming in.

E) I want a picture of Hunter S Thompson hung behind me, and a poster of Billy D Williams whoring Colt 45 beside me.

F) Finally, I want a Frank Frazetta esq painting of me, slaying a two headed dragon with a broken sword on top a pile of bones as 5 nude and chained women look on in sexual terror!

Basically, what Jim Henson had for his funeral.

Much like UP did for me last week, this weekend just got me thinking more about what I'm doing with my life. I've always been one to push that you could pop off at any time, so don't waste the time that you have, but I've been hard to take my own medicine sometimes. As long as I don't kill over, David Carridean style, I think that things will be fine.

OH, and still, FUCK ARIZONA!

FUCK YOU TMZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't consider myself a violent person. Angry, maybe. Cynical, definitely. Violent? Only in the mind..

But there are a small laundry list of things that make me want to just go full on Death Star on an Orphanage!

One of these things.. TMZ

TMZ is a gossip rag that AOL/TIME WARNER puts out that popped up in popularity overnight, and has a fucking TV show. How do I know this? Well, it comes on after Simpson reruns during the weekday.

Now I have watched precisely, 3 full episodes in its entire run.

The first time I watched it, my soul felt like it was being eaten away by cancer!

The second time, I was too lazy to change the channel, and after watching it, I felt the need for a rape shower.

Then, last week, I spied it again, and I couldn't take it anymore!

First off, where the fuck dose this show get off! They have these jack ass camera fucks standing around, dick in hands, waiting in celeb spots to ask retarded fucking questions for a fucking reaction to show on the show.

It would be if I waited out side all day for a dog to walk by, see a spot of grass and start taking a shit. I would then run up to the dog, ask him what has he been doing today, and how is that shit he's taking? Once the deuce is dropped, what are this thoughts about the crap as it walks off to lick its asshole! I would then present my footage to the public to lap up like a bunch of drunken, meth addicted zombies for a reaction.

THIS IS WHAT THESE ASSFUCKS DO! The kicker, they get fucking c or D grade celebs at best! The episode I watched, some duchebag with a camera found KEVIN SORBO, mother fuckin Hercules himself, in the Glendale Galleria, shopping. KEVIN SORBO!!!! This ass hole then follows KEVIN SORBO (mind you, doing that duchebag backwards walk as Kevin is just trying to do his thing and shop at Macy's!) and ask him " HEY KEVIN, WHAT ARE YOU SHOPPING FOR" Kevin foolishly replies "I bought a Wii game for my kid" Trap set, and the duchebag eggs on Masturbation innuendos that Kevin isn't picking up on, and clearly making him look like a fucking retard.

PEOPLE NEED TO FUCKING KNOW THIS SHIT?? WHO THE FUCK CARES WHAT KEVIN SORBO IS FUCKING SHOPPING FOR!

Second thing! These assholes seem to just hang around airports a lot. HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY ABLE TO DO THIS! We've made a huge deal about AIRPORT Security, and we all have to take off our shoes and cant bring an eye dropper of hand lotion on board, and if you park more than 5.9 seconds in the unloading zone, SWAT storms your car and asks at gun point what you're doing. YET these airports allow people to run around with Camera's who are just loitering around all day waiting for someone to board a flight?????? WHAT THE FUCK! I thought we had laws for this sort of thing! Why cant some one pull a little police brutality on these clowns and tell them to take a hike with their fucking camera's!

Lastly.. THE STAFF! NEVER have I seen a bigger collection of High school journalism dropouts in one room in my whole life! These people look like they've O.D. on pot brownies and Miller Light. They make big deals about Kate Hudson getting a hair in her fucking pasta in some restaurant outside of St Louis MO. FUCK YOU GET A REAL JOB! Apparently you weren't good enough for REAL journalism because all you do is take the video that the duchebag drones that are hanging outside of LAX for the day get and pass it off as you're own shit!

Then there's the ring leader, HARVEY LEVIN.



This guy use to be a Lawyer in the late 70's to early 80's then went to work on such classics as the Peoples Court and Celebrity Justice. He was also a reporter for CBS in LA and caused a stir during the OJ trial after he released a video of Marcia Clark going through OJ's house before a warrant was issued. NOW he runs this web site and show and acts like hes doing the world a fucking favor by following Celebrities around 24 hours a day! He also hosts the TV show and dose this thing that irritates me. He basically stands behind a cubical with this fucking sippy cup and listens and comments on what "NEWS" his fucking duchey minions have for the day.

I just want.. everyone involved with this show to get crabs that are full of Napalm! Just little fiery explosions that are painful all over their body so that they may suffer for what they're doing.

Oh, and the people who support this shit by watching and reading. FUCK YOU TOO! You're the fucking enabler of this shit, like the buddy of a drunk that keeps insisting that one more isn't going to hurt. THE PEOPLE THAT WATCH THIS SHOW REGULARLY.. HAVE NO SOUL! They will not get into the Nirvana of the afterlife and will suffer a thousand horrible fates and the hands of Hades.

Why, WHY as a civilized society do we do this.

I'm going to go lay down now.

Oh Irony!

So recently, the California state supreme court held up PROP 8, which ban's gay marriage. People were pissed, and blood and possibly semen filled the streets.

Blah blah.

The fact that Gay marriage is banned in what is possibly the most liberal state in the union is not what I find hilarious, its the people that helped pass the prop in the first place.

See, back in November, when this whole thing was going on, there was a shit load of YES on Prop 8 ads that were on par with German propagandize films. The two main themes that they struck home were that A) THE SCHOOLS ARE GOING TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN ABOUT GAY MARRIAGE!!!! Meaning that their fragile little minds will be blown by the idea of a woman kissing another woman or a dude blowing another dude!



2) That the evil gays will FORCE THE CHURCHES TO MARRY THEM!!!!!!! OH MY GOD NO!!!!!!!!

Now, anyone with 2 fucking brain cells that rub together like dolphins in an orgy, knows that neither of this shit was true.

Truns out, you can sell bull shit to just about anyone in this state.

And who exactly bought in to this bull shit...






oh, and retarded white people like this...




I know what you're thinking.. Chris you racist bastard.

And I say to that.. FUCK YOU!

Check out this exit poll data!

What astounds me and makes me laugh is this:

Two major "minorities" The Blacks and the Hispanics (The Mexicans.. I am talking about California in the majority) These two groups have been bitching and fucking whining about how the white man and the establishment has been keeping them down for years. YEARS!

As a white male, I have lived with this stereotype.. being the WHITE DEVIL! I have to watch my word structuring in every day life lest I be labeled a full on racist. If I jump out in a crowded room, and say "THE JIG IS UP" and there's a black guy there, WELL, guess who's the fucking racist!

Well, now it seems that see-saw of injustice tilts both ways!

See, the election for Prop 8 also happened to be the same election that the "NATION" (I.E. the Electoral Collage) elected our current, BLACK president, Barack Obama!

To make something clear, I'm a full on Obama supporter. The man has a brain, and clearly showed that he can think clearly!

But who turned out in record numbers to "vote" for Obama? The Blacks.. and shockingly, the Mexicans!

And what did they cast as their vote when it came to the rights of the GAYS, a fellow minority...

A stern YES on 8! A nice Fuck you to the gays!

When given the chance, they put their collective foot down and stomped on the hopes and dreams of a group of people that were just asking for one little thing..

I find it fucking hilarious!

A nation voted a black man in office, but the black/Hispanics couldn't give it up for some people that just wanted a fucking title!

Why? Because they wanted to stick it to some one? Possibly. I personally blame 2 things. The stout religious following of both groups, and the fact that most of them are poorly educated and believed the hype that the Pro 8 ads spewed.

How do I know this?

Well, from just a personal stand point, I work with a large collection of Hispanics (I don't think we have anyone that's black at my work...) and Asians.. but a lot of Hispanics. So the day after the election, I was having a conversation with the cashier at my work. She happens to be of Hispanic decent. I thought at this point that, sans some of her pro feminist bull, that she was reasonably smart. WRONG.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: So who did you vote for?

Cashier: Obama

Me: And did what did you vote on 8?

Cashier: I voted yes..

Me: Um.. can I ask why?

Cashier: Well, I have nothing wrong with gay people, I just don't want the churches to get sued.

Me: I dont mean to be brash, but you're fucking retarded.

Cashier: How

Me: Gays can't sue any church to get married in a church. Theres a law stating separation of Church and state.

Cashier: But they said that it would happen if they were allowed to get married.

Me: First off, they were already allowed to get married, for like 6 months! Did you hear about any churches getting sued???

Cashier: No.. but prop 8 is to keep them from getting married.

Me: No! The courts said that they could get married back in June. You just voted to take those rights away.

Cashier: But they would force churches to marry them.

Me: No they wouldn't. Churches can pick and choose who ever the fuck they want to marry. If you're not Catholic, you cant get married in a Catholic Church.. same with any other church that decides so.

Cashier: Well, that's fine. Marriage is a sacred thing anyway. If they want "marriage" just call it a Civil Union

Me: First off, Marriage hasn't sacred in about 30 years. The divorce rate is at like %52 percent. Being married for over 10 years now a days is a rare triumph! So to say that Marriage is a sacred fuck thing is as retarded as Corky from Life Goes On

Cashier: Who?

Me: Never mind. Second, to call it a Civil Union is the problem because it's Separate but equal, and that's unconstitutional. Did you not pay attention to 12th grade government! Its the reason why there aren't separate water fountains anymore!

Cashier: Ok, but marriage is still a religious ceremony. Its a holy act.

Me: (now yelling) ARE YOU HIGH! No it isn't. With that thinking, then Atheist, or Asians couldn't get married. In order to get married anywhere in the united states, you have to get a state issued license. Thats what this whole thing is about. Why do you think most of these gay marriages that you had no idea were going on were all at City Halls around the state? BECAUSE ITS IN THE EYES OF THE FUCKING STATE!!!! NOT GOD!!!! Any one with the IQ of a plant that pays any attention to the world around them knows this! Just because you get married in a church, dosent mean the state will recognize it. The state needs to issue you a license so that they can take the taxes that they need from you as a couple and you can get the breaks you need from them. Hell, in the shit ball economy we're in, we need these people to get married so that we as a state can get some extra cash out of them..

Breathing..

The conversation went on from there for a few more minutes before my boss walked in and i had to make it look like I was busy.

But that wasn't the end of it. I was blown away by the back counter guy who voted Yes because he didn't want his kids learning about gay marriage in school. When I asked him how old his kids were. Answer 11 and 13

I was dumbfounded. I told him that his kids probably already knew what a rim job was.

I didn't get an answer.

After all of that, my head still hurts. After yesterday's ruling, the PRO MARRIAGE groups coming out just make me want to hit myself with a bat.

Personally, I could give less of a shit if some dude wants to smoke some poll in his house, or if some chick wants to mow grass on another chick in their apartment. If they want to be married, then so be it. I come from a broken home, I've seen first hand how people treat the 'sanctity of marriage', and believe me, its a dying breed.

My quarrel is that people are fucking stupid about stuff like this. If they stopped listening to their mob groups and gave a little shit about other people, we wouldn't have this problem. But no, these people, and I do believe that they think this, feel that GAY is going to spread like the bubonic plague and before you know it, its just going to be a rainbow covered orgy of cock sucking!

So when I find it funny that for once, the whites gave a group of people a shot, yet other minorities told them to go fuck themselves is funny.

But in this Post High School Musical generation, its only a matter of time before everyone stops giving a shit, and everyone kinda gets along..