The Adsense terms of service specifically prohibit posting "offensive" material. That rule severly limits some of what my brain vomits out. So, I will be spewing my Blue material here for those who dare to read.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Look. I personally feel that most politicians currently in office or running for office are a bunch of assclowns who are in it for their own personal gain.
I would like to hear from people who genuinely like either presidential ticket. I'd like to know what specific policy offerings from either candidate people believe will serve them in their personal lives.
I tried this on Facebook and got no takers. This leads me to believe that most people are voting against one or the other candidate.
So...here is your platform. Make your case.
Tell me...and the world...why you want your candidate to be president.
Fuck your opinion...your bloated, self-righteousbullshit. You cannot "save" me. You cannot sway me. I will not bend to you.
I am fucking drunk. So...Present to me your fact-based argument and I will consider it. Back it up and cite your sources. Please note that if your source is the "Bible", I will reject it. The Bible is not valid fact.
I have a Blogpatrol account that counts page hits and takes a bunch of other statistics for my blogs.
A while back, I posted about a strange Google keyword search referal. Well...another strange one has come up: "my pony's for sale"
Once again, I have no idea how my blog would come up with that kind of search term. I have not used those words in any of my blogs. I don't own a pony. I've never owned a pony. I don't have a pony for sale. Pfft.
This award is to recognize people with exceptional fucktardiness (yes I just made that word up, 'cuz Imafucktard.)
I am humbled and honored by this recognition. I must thank my guide and mentor, Bo Jack Russo, a supreme fucktard himself from whom I've learned everything I know about fucktardism. (Yet another word I just made up, cuzImafucktard.)
As I have stated in a previous post, I love the word Fucktard. So, in addition to the great honor of this distinction, I get the pleasure of writing a blog post in which I get to use the word, fucktard, as many times as possible. Plus, because I am a fucktard, I even get to make up new fucktardish words like: fucktardish, fucktardiness and fucktardism.
Once again: Thank you BojackBomoFucktard supreme, and your little faerie friend too!
So I'm fuckin' forty years old (as of 7 days ago). As expected, I don't feel much different. I know now, as I think I should have known all along, that I am who I am and I will continue to be so.
I'm still rebellious. I still don't give a shit what anyone thinks of me. I'm still not a Boy Scout even though I played the part of Assistant Cub Master for a brief time. I still cuss and talk nasty. I still have a problem with teachers and principals. I still love heavy metal and I still like to jump in the pit and mosh.
So. Check in with me in 10 years and see if 50 mellows me out.
What about me? I was born in 1970 in small-town Wisconsin. I've lived in Wisconsin my whole life. I have a wife and four Children. I like all kinds of music. I sing in a metal band. I love to read. I like to write. I'm just a regular guy like anyone else. I just want to try and get our voices heard.