FROM THE ARCHIVES
HERE'S AN ENTRY I MADE A LONG TIME AGO, BUT NEVER POSTED BECAUSE OF THE RACIAL STUFF IN IT. AT THE TIME, I FELT PEOPLE WOULD TAKE OFFENSE AND MISREAD IT, THINKING I WAS A RACIST OR SOMETHING. BUT TODAY, I'M IN A "WHAT THE FUCK" MOOD, SO HERE IT IS.
BITCHING
Day #7 of my illness and I’m still dragging my ass to work. Why? When did I become such a bitch for my job?
No need to guess, it’s when I had kids. But that’s how they get you, isn’t it? The power brokers who benefit from a system that chews you up until nothing’s left, but annoying gristle that sticks in their teeth. And you don’t see it coming, because you’re too busy stuffing yourself a gingerbread check that comes every two weeks. Next thing you know, you’re too heavy to move and comfortable where you’re at. Televisions, stereos, Ikea furniture and a $20k car are weighing you down, and you’re not working to live, but pay creditors. You fear being too broke to eat Carl’s Jr. or see a movie in a stadium theater. So you keep working to keep your cable, dvd’s and comics, the acceptable drugs of choice that zombify you into another “normal” person, chanting “one of us” repetitively.
The only saving grace I have, coming to this hellhole every day, is Howard Stern, and even he is getting thin. Used to be he was funny, or at least interesting, every day. Now, some mornings he’s just boring. So I hit the “scan” button on my car radio and notice that way over 75% of the stations I’m cruising are Spanish speaking. And I can’t help, but feel like there’s something wrong with that. Then, when I arrive at my job and park, the structure’s overhead speakers are pumping the same Spanish shit over my head.
I have a really big problem with Spanish becoming the primary spoken language in LA, I’m not the only one, and NO it doesn’t make me a racist to feel this way. This has got to be the only place where people from another country can come here and expect you, a born and raised citizen, to speak their language, and get surprised when you don’t. I was doing customer service once, and I woman called in, immediately speaking Spanish. I had to interrupt her to let her know I didn’t speak Spanish and asked if she spoke English. I said, “I’m sorry, no hablo Espaniol.” And she replied, “And why DON’T you speak Spanish?” Yeah – in PERFECT English.
I realized after that, this whole language thing, it’s not an issue of prejudice, but ego and the ethnic self-importance that a lot of minorities have, including my own. A lot of people in this country don’t speak English simply because they don’t want to, and that pisses me off because our government supports it through their inaction and political kowtowing for minority votes. Which is a sign of a bigger problem, that being an American has lost all importance in our own country. People are entering this country with no desire to become a citizen. And why should they, when we place no importance on it either. It’s feels like years since I’ve heard someone refer to themselves as an American. The only person to use the word is the President, and I think he’s using it less and less.
But maybe this is what we deserve for stealing this land in the first place?
We interrupt this rant for another rant –
God, I hate my fucking coworker, the one I mentioned yesterday, the old hag. Okay, we’re both fucking sick, but she’s going on and on about it, milking for fucking attention. It’s driving me insane! She always has to talk, I’ve noticed that about her, no matter what’s she’s doing, she has to talk. Even if you have no interest in her, what’s she’s doing, where she’s going, or anything else even remotely connected to her, she has to tell you anyway. Have you ever met a person, whose need to be heard was so aggressive, that they talk out loud for no reason? No, they’re not talking to themselves, but just out to anyone within earshot. That’s what she does and it kills me every time. You could be talking about rat shit, and she’ll find a way to get in the conversation and steer it to her and how SHE handles rat shit. It’s fucking insane!
We now return to our regularly schedule ranting still in progress –
But what are you gonna do about it? Nothing. People more powerful than you or I have already tried and failed. I always get pissed when someone a Hispanic will use the argument that Americans are too stuck-up to do their work and that’s why we need them. If my race’s only claim to importance was cutting grass and picking fruit, I wouldn’t brag about it. And I know a lot of people that cut their own fucking grass instead of paying someone else to sit around for three hours claiming to do a job that only takes an hour, and still fucking it up. And there are a shit load of people on unemployment who aren’t too proud to cut grass, pick fruit, or clean houses, I’m one of them, and I'd do it gladly if it would get me the fuck away from this annoying old lady.
Satellite radio will probably become the suburbs for anyone who can afford the money, a place away from the increasing Hispanic population. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, I don’t think it’s racist or prejudice to not like the lifestyles of people from other cultures. Or to see your country gravitate it’s powerbase from legal citizens towards illegal aliens. That’s a very important term we don’t stress enough, ILLEGAL. As in “against the fucking law”. The proof is staring you in the face. Those that become citizens respect this country. They can speak English and they’re proud of it. Those that don’t, aren’t, and it shows. Why do we kowtow to them, I’ll never know, and I’ll never know how an illegal alien can have a child here who’s a citizen. How can two illegals make a citizen? Explain that to me, because I thought two wrongs couldn’t make a right.
There she goes again, “Oh, I can’t think. I’m sick, and I want the world to know I’m sick, but I’m still here at work because I’m the fucking Lady of Guadalupe.” God! I’m sick, but do I bitch? Do I complain? Well, yeah, but it’s okay if I do it here. Who’s here? No one. But out there, I keep my mouth shut. I’m a man; I take the hit and keep going. Now that I think about it, my wife does that too, gets sick and bitches about it constantly. It’s real fucking annoying.
Anyway, to wrap this up, if anyone does read this, you’re probably thinking I’m a racist or something like that, another label we like to stick on things nowadays. Well, you’re wrong. I’m not, but there’s no law, nor is there anything wrong with not liking something or someone. We eat a lot of shit in this fucking country. We smile pretty and open wide while some PC group shoves political correct propaganda bullshit down our throats, and it stinks so bad we stop talking to one another. We just smile and nod, like everything is okay, when things are boiling over and it takes twelve nimrods in a fucking courtroom to make us explode. [Robin Quivers said something I very profound, she mentioned that the reason why black people riot and destroy their own neighborhoods id because they don’t own anything. Not the apartments they live in, the stores they shop in, the cars they drive, nothing. And white people don’t riot, but march, because they do own everything and care for their property.] But we don’t have to like everything or everyone. No one and nothing is perfect, you need bad qualities to have good ones. Every race has faults and it’s not prejudice to see them and not want to be around those people because of it. And there’s nothing wrong with letting that out, voicing your views and being heard. That’s what this country is about, funny how that gets lost somewhere in the PC ramble. It’s free speech if you only have something nice to say about someone, God forbid you get real and speak from the heart and not a teleprompter.
I think the beauty of America is an Alabama Porch Monkey and a Louisiana Redneck Honky walking from opposite ends on the same road, meeting face to face and telling each other how much they hate the other. They shake hands, respecting their mutual disdain, and then going their separate ways. Everything’s in the open and honest, they know where the other stands, respects their views and moves on, not letting it hinder their lives in any way. Wouldn’t you prefer that over the alternative, guys in hoods, not knowing who to trust or where you stand before there's a burning cross on your lawn, or a Malakoff cocktail thrown through your window? Maybe race relations in this country would be a lot better if we pushed the slogan, “Hate, but don’t hinder” – you can hate me all you want, but don’t stop me from living my life. I wonder if that would change anything?
Probably not.
JPG.
BITCHING
Day #7 of my illness and I’m still dragging my ass to work. Why? When did I become such a bitch for my job?
No need to guess, it’s when I had kids. But that’s how they get you, isn’t it? The power brokers who benefit from a system that chews you up until nothing’s left, but annoying gristle that sticks in their teeth. And you don’t see it coming, because you’re too busy stuffing yourself a gingerbread check that comes every two weeks. Next thing you know, you’re too heavy to move and comfortable where you’re at. Televisions, stereos, Ikea furniture and a $20k car are weighing you down, and you’re not working to live, but pay creditors. You fear being too broke to eat Carl’s Jr. or see a movie in a stadium theater. So you keep working to keep your cable, dvd’s and comics, the acceptable drugs of choice that zombify you into another “normal” person, chanting “one of us” repetitively.
The only saving grace I have, coming to this hellhole every day, is Howard Stern, and even he is getting thin. Used to be he was funny, or at least interesting, every day. Now, some mornings he’s just boring. So I hit the “scan” button on my car radio and notice that way over 75% of the stations I’m cruising are Spanish speaking. And I can’t help, but feel like there’s something wrong with that. Then, when I arrive at my job and park, the structure’s overhead speakers are pumping the same Spanish shit over my head.
I have a really big problem with Spanish becoming the primary spoken language in LA, I’m not the only one, and NO it doesn’t make me a racist to feel this way. This has got to be the only place where people from another country can come here and expect you, a born and raised citizen, to speak their language, and get surprised when you don’t. I was doing customer service once, and I woman called in, immediately speaking Spanish. I had to interrupt her to let her know I didn’t speak Spanish and asked if she spoke English. I said, “I’m sorry, no hablo Espaniol.” And she replied, “And why DON’T you speak Spanish?” Yeah – in PERFECT English.
I realized after that, this whole language thing, it’s not an issue of prejudice, but ego and the ethnic self-importance that a lot of minorities have, including my own. A lot of people in this country don’t speak English simply because they don’t want to, and that pisses me off because our government supports it through their inaction and political kowtowing for minority votes. Which is a sign of a bigger problem, that being an American has lost all importance in our own country. People are entering this country with no desire to become a citizen. And why should they, when we place no importance on it either. It’s feels like years since I’ve heard someone refer to themselves as an American. The only person to use the word is the President, and I think he’s using it less and less.
But maybe this is what we deserve for stealing this land in the first place?
We interrupt this rant for another rant –
God, I hate my fucking coworker, the one I mentioned yesterday, the old hag. Okay, we’re both fucking sick, but she’s going on and on about it, milking for fucking attention. It’s driving me insane! She always has to talk, I’ve noticed that about her, no matter what’s she’s doing, she has to talk. Even if you have no interest in her, what’s she’s doing, where she’s going, or anything else even remotely connected to her, she has to tell you anyway. Have you ever met a person, whose need to be heard was so aggressive, that they talk out loud for no reason? No, they’re not talking to themselves, but just out to anyone within earshot. That’s what she does and it kills me every time. You could be talking about rat shit, and she’ll find a way to get in the conversation and steer it to her and how SHE handles rat shit. It’s fucking insane!
We now return to our regularly schedule ranting still in progress –
But what are you gonna do about it? Nothing. People more powerful than you or I have already tried and failed. I always get pissed when someone a Hispanic will use the argument that Americans are too stuck-up to do their work and that’s why we need them. If my race’s only claim to importance was cutting grass and picking fruit, I wouldn’t brag about it. And I know a lot of people that cut their own fucking grass instead of paying someone else to sit around for three hours claiming to do a job that only takes an hour, and still fucking it up. And there are a shit load of people on unemployment who aren’t too proud to cut grass, pick fruit, or clean houses, I’m one of them, and I'd do it gladly if it would get me the fuck away from this annoying old lady.
Satellite radio will probably become the suburbs for anyone who can afford the money, a place away from the increasing Hispanic population. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, I don’t think it’s racist or prejudice to not like the lifestyles of people from other cultures. Or to see your country gravitate it’s powerbase from legal citizens towards illegal aliens. That’s a very important term we don’t stress enough, ILLEGAL. As in “against the fucking law”. The proof is staring you in the face. Those that become citizens respect this country. They can speak English and they’re proud of it. Those that don’t, aren’t, and it shows. Why do we kowtow to them, I’ll never know, and I’ll never know how an illegal alien can have a child here who’s a citizen. How can two illegals make a citizen? Explain that to me, because I thought two wrongs couldn’t make a right.
There she goes again, “Oh, I can’t think. I’m sick, and I want the world to know I’m sick, but I’m still here at work because I’m the fucking Lady of Guadalupe.” God! I’m sick, but do I bitch? Do I complain? Well, yeah, but it’s okay if I do it here. Who’s here? No one. But out there, I keep my mouth shut. I’m a man; I take the hit and keep going. Now that I think about it, my wife does that too, gets sick and bitches about it constantly. It’s real fucking annoying.
Anyway, to wrap this up, if anyone does read this, you’re probably thinking I’m a racist or something like that, another label we like to stick on things nowadays. Well, you’re wrong. I’m not, but there’s no law, nor is there anything wrong with not liking something or someone. We eat a lot of shit in this fucking country. We smile pretty and open wide while some PC group shoves political correct propaganda bullshit down our throats, and it stinks so bad we stop talking to one another. We just smile and nod, like everything is okay, when things are boiling over and it takes twelve nimrods in a fucking courtroom to make us explode. [Robin Quivers said something I very profound, she mentioned that the reason why black people riot and destroy their own neighborhoods id because they don’t own anything. Not the apartments they live in, the stores they shop in, the cars they drive, nothing. And white people don’t riot, but march, because they do own everything and care for their property.] But we don’t have to like everything or everyone. No one and nothing is perfect, you need bad qualities to have good ones. Every race has faults and it’s not prejudice to see them and not want to be around those people because of it. And there’s nothing wrong with letting that out, voicing your views and being heard. That’s what this country is about, funny how that gets lost somewhere in the PC ramble. It’s free speech if you only have something nice to say about someone, God forbid you get real and speak from the heart and not a teleprompter.
I think the beauty of America is an Alabama Porch Monkey and a Louisiana Redneck Honky walking from opposite ends on the same road, meeting face to face and telling each other how much they hate the other. They shake hands, respecting their mutual disdain, and then going their separate ways. Everything’s in the open and honest, they know where the other stands, respects their views and moves on, not letting it hinder their lives in any way. Wouldn’t you prefer that over the alternative, guys in hoods, not knowing who to trust or where you stand before there's a burning cross on your lawn, or a Malakoff cocktail thrown through your window? Maybe race relations in this country would be a lot better if we pushed the slogan, “Hate, but don’t hinder” – you can hate me all you want, but don’t stop me from living my life. I wonder if that would change anything?
Probably not.
JPG.
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