i just read an article on this supposedly inhumane drug treatment center in Russia, where the patients are just literally locked into a room until they're over it. well, physically at least. anyway, according to this article, human rights groups are all up in arms, and some dutchman or the other is quoted as being quite peeved with this barbarism. of course the fucking Dutch are furious. free flowing Afghan heroine coupled with miserable rates of unemployment, poverty and alcoholism that even AA couldn't handle seems like something you'd need an international tribunal for in the Netherlands.
my neighbor told me that when she grabbed her son by the arm the other day, he told her he'd call the cops, or even worse, tell his teachers, so now she certainly doesn't send him to bed without dessert, let alone dinner, and the little mother fucker is ELEVEN. i am just so sick of this pansywansy bullshit that we've let ourselves sink to. if i as much as asked my mother a second time for a Hershey bar at the checkout line in the grocery store, i would have gotten a quick slap across the face to remind me to shut the hell up already. what the hell is wrong with us? why can't we get over ourselves, stop babying our fat asses into complete and full-fledged loser human race status and grow some balls already? it's one thing when you can barely own up to your own misery, let alone your own happiness, Idiots.
it's rainy and gray today, which just happens to be the real shit to me. i don't know why but i wish i could wrap this weather around me. i drove through the Catskills earlier and nearly threw up at the waste that Hurricane Irene made of it....i've never seen such things with my own eyes. during the hurricane, these two swans just roughed it out somewhere out on Long Island. the wind was whipping every which way and the water was rising and they just bobbed right along, right there. i don't even know how it's possible, which seems to be the theme of the day.
my neighbor told me that when she grabbed her son by the arm the other day, he told her he'd call the cops, or even worse, tell his teachers, so now she certainly doesn't send him to bed without dessert, let alone dinner, and the little mother fucker is ELEVEN. i am just so sick of this pansywansy bullshit that we've let ourselves sink to. if i as much as asked my mother a second time for a Hershey bar at the checkout line in the grocery store, i would have gotten a quick slap across the face to remind me to shut the hell up already. what the hell is wrong with us? why can't we get over ourselves, stop babying our fat asses into complete and full-fledged loser human race status and grow some balls already? it's one thing when you can barely own up to your own misery, let alone your own happiness, Idiots.
it's rainy and gray today, which just happens to be the real shit to me. i don't know why but i wish i could wrap this weather around me. i drove through the Catskills earlier and nearly threw up at the waste that Hurricane Irene made of it....i've never seen such things with my own eyes. during the hurricane, these two swans just roughed it out somewhere out on Long Island. the wind was whipping every which way and the water was rising and they just bobbed right along, right there. i don't even know how it's possible, which seems to be the theme of the day.
