I just noticed that I had finally reached 999 posts. So I figured my 1000th post needed to be a rambling rant. The problem is that I can't really think of one. A couple of days ago, however, I wrote one while I was on some serious pain medication (for my tooth) and pissed at the world. The pain eased and the pain meds wore off and I decided not to post it. Since it's my 1000th post I thought what the hell and dug it up. I had saved it for some reason. So here it is. The pain and pain med influenced rant that was supposed to be about how the democratics killed my cats.
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Forget about the BFEE. It's the BASTARDs that you have to worry about. Don't know what BFEE means? It stands for Bush Family Evil Empire. Wonder what BASTARD means? It means Belligerant, Anti-American, Scum-sucking, Tax-loving, Abhorrent, Repugnant Democratics.
We've all read all the horrible things the BFEE has done. From sinking Atlantis to destroying things with their hurricane and tsunami machine. But I've never had a problem with the BFEE. I had a good life during the BFEE's reign. Hell, every decent person that I know had a good life during the BFEE's time. Then in 2007 the BASTARDs took control. The BASTARDs ruined everything.
It would be funny if it wasn't so sad. As soon as the BFEE took control all I could hear from the news media and the DUmpster known as looney toon island was how terrible the economy was. Every day I'd hear how bad the economy was and every day I'd put more money in the bank. By the time 2007 rolled around I was going on a cruise a year (though I never saw Pam), had money in two savings accounts and two checking accounts, no balance on credit cards, and the only bills I had were utilities, a mortgage payment, and two vehicle payments.
When the BASTARDs took over in 2007 the sucking started. Jobs sucked away. Money sucked away. There was more sucking than you'd find on a late Saturday night in a dark alley as a looney primitive worked toward enough money to buy its next hit. And through all the sucking the news media talks about how things are on the upswing. Yesterday I heard one report that there was an increase in unemployment from the last report but the economy was still slowly and steadily improving. So I suppose that means that things are worse but things are better. And 2 + 2 = potato.
Now it's 2011 and here it sit. I've got a truck in the shop that I've spend $400 on and the tally is still going up. I just spent $135 on the air conditioner in my house and they've told me that soon I'll need to pony up another $850 to replace the evaporator coils or some such. I had an abscessed tooth pulled that cost about $200. I just paid my yearly business insurance and my state taxes. Now I've got to send off my BASTARD support check…I mean my other taxes. When I do that I'll be tapped out. Kaput. Both saving accounts and both checking accounts will equal zero. I'd much rather them equal "potato". But on the bright side at least all my credit cards are almost maxed out. Oh. Wait. That's not really a bright side, is it?
I haven't lived week to week (paycheck wise) since I was 19 years old. The BASTARDs now have me pretty much living day to day. At the rate they're going I'll be shacked up in a BUICK before too long. But not THAT Buick.
To top it all the BASTARDs killed two of my cats. Their names were Wolverine and Tigger. Wolverine was a orange colored long-hair with a white chest. He was a laid-back guy. He didn't have an aggressive bone in his body. If children came around they could pull his tail, drag him around, do anything and he would take it all in stride. Tigger was a bit different. He was a gray short-hair. Sort of tabby like. He would sit with me in the recliner. Always on the right hand side. He'd lay partially on the arm of the chair and partially on my leg. The funny thing was that you wouldn't know where he was if I wasn't in the chair. He would be no where to found, but as soon as I sat down he would appear like he had access to a Star Trek teleporter. Both were good cats. Neither deserved to be killed by the BASTARDs.
I know you're probably wondering how the BASTARDs were able to kill them. It was all a part of the BASTARD's destruction of the economy. They got sick and I simply couldn't afford to take them to the vet.
So I guess you can say that at this time the BASTARDs have destroyed one economy, two cats, the livelihood of a countless number of people and are working toward destroying an entire country.
I have a message to the BASTARDs at the island. You are lying leeches and I despise you.
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So there you have it. Complete as it was originally written. By the way, I'm not really tapped out, but it did seem like it at the time. But I am still pissed off about my cats. Murdering BASTARDs.
