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  • YOU get a lawsuit! And YOU get a lawsuit!

    EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THIS STUPIDITY GETS A LAWSUIT!!!

    Too bad they’ll all be thrown out of court after the company pays off the judge…Ya know, it used to be when I’d say things like that, which I knew were always true, that people would say I’m crazy. That businesses can’t just BUY their way out of a lawsuit.

    And now, the corruption is just out there. Everyone can see it now. Which kind of validates me, but also it means that things have gotten so much worse though out there. Now they feel no fear in basically telling the public “We run this shit, not you.”

    Now for the next thing people will think I’m crazy for. Once they have it well established that they have bought and own the government, they’ll begin taking things away. I’m not talking about healthcare, or important things. That’s already started. They’re in the process right now of gutting programs like SNAP, and Medicaid. They began that about a year ago.

    What I’m talking about is, right now you have no reason to believe that you can’t go down to your local ice cream parlor and get an ice cream cone. Nothing wrong with that. No reason to believe you’ll be denied. Give it time. There will come a day where you go to get ice cream, and they’ll tell you no. You’re not part of the in group. You’re not allowed to have ice cream.

    And I’m not saying this about just ice cream. That’s just one example of something that is an affordable luxury, that has zero importance in life but it makes you feel good. It brings you joy.

    Those are the types of things you’ll start being denied as they take more and more for themselves. They’ll want movie theaters to no longer allow the common man. They’ll want public pools closed, and renovated into private pools with private entry. They’ll want everything for them, and for you to beg to get common luxuries.

    For them, it’s not about having vs not having. It’s about power. The ability to lick an ice cream cone, as they watch you go without, and laugh. They want the status of being able to tell you what to do. They want the world for themselves. That’s where this whole epstein’s island comes from. Some of them might actually be attracted to young kids, but really the thrill for them is to be able to take your sons and daughters dignity. They want what society says they can’t have, and is wrong for anyone to have. They want that. They want the taboo. They want the power to say they can have it anytime they want. Regardless of how wrong it is. To them it’s a show of power, and that’s all they’ve ever cared about.

    Call me crazy, but in 20 years, when there’s an entire generation who’s never tasted ice cream in their lives, maybe you’ll remember this post. Probably not, but I will. Just like if I knew where my 1st grade teacher, Mrs Huey was, I’d go tell her the conversation we had 30+ years ago. The one in which she claimed that I’d grow up, and stop playing video games. I told her that on my death bed, I’d be playing video games no matter how old I got. I’m 42 now, and I’d ask her “At what point am I going to grow out of video games? When does the growing up happen? I’m older today, than you were the day you said that.” And she, in turn, I assume would tell me it’s not important, and that it was 30 years ago. Which is frustrating because 30 years ago she wouldn’t believe me, and now, she won’t care. Anything to avoid saying you were wrong I suppose. Which is weird to me. I have no issue when I’m wrong. Happens quite a bit. When I was 8, I thought I’d grow up to be one of the ninja turtles. Which, just conceptually makes no sense. The turtles became the turtles because they were already regular turtles, and then mutated when they got covered in toxic waste. If anything, I’d just be a really big mutated human. Think about it. The turtles were little regular pet store turtles. Maybe 7 inches tall if held upright. Then they get splashed with ooze, and they’re like 7 feet tall. So as a kid, I was probably 4 feet tall…so I’d be like 30 feet tall I guess? I mean, that would still be cool, but also, we’re ignoring the medical problems of being mutated. I’d probably get cancer again.

    What was I talking about again?


  • Manager: “Ya know, you’re really putting me in a tight spot here…”

    Me: “Oh, yeah, I know all about tight spots. Kinda like how every day I work my ass off, and at the end of the month barely have enough money to keep my head above water, all without having medical coverage. I make too much for medicaid, but I definately can’t afford a doctor. Which is kinda scary and all. You know…since I just over beating cancer in 2023. Not like cancer ever comes back, or has post complications…”

    And then I walk away from the conversation.

    I’ve found at places of employment, the best way to not get walked all over, is to be a reflection of how big of an asshole THEY are being in the moment. They can’t call me out onit, because it’s exactly their behavior. They won’t fix the issues, because the issue is them, or above them. So it ends up being more of a headache than it’s worth to talk to me.

    Now I just get called into an office.

    “Did you do the new company policy?”

    “Nope.”

    “Why not?”

    “Because fuck that shit. I can achieve the same goal you’re telling me to work at for an hour, in about 15 seconds. All the extra bullshit is just busy work, and I don’t do that.”

    Long pause

    sigh "Just get back to work…

    Guys, I’m telling you. All you gotta do is be an immovable rock in your stance, and work a job that would be really hard to replace you. Then just be dependable. Show up to work every day. Don’t be late. Do the work. But don’t take shit.

    They’ll be presented with “do I really fire a worker who shows up and works the shifts no one else wants? Can I replace him?”

    The answer may be yes, but it’s still a hell of a process that’s already solved by simply NOT firing you.


  • This needs the ATHF Dr Weird intro.

    You get that music, followed by

    “Gentlemen…BEHOLD!!!”

    And you see the shadow.

    And then Steve saying “Uhhhh…I’m calling HR.”

    And then Dr Weird “Awww, whatsa matter Steve??? Can’t compete with all THIS??? MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

    As Steve slips out the door.






  • My dad used to do this with toast. He’d wake up 2 hours before me, make toast, and then let it sit inside the toaster after it popped up. For 2 hours.

    Then when I came down, he’d pull them out, and place a square of cold butter in the center of the toast.

    I’m like “I’ll just make the toast myself”, and he was like “no! You’re 8 years old! You’re not allowed”.

    I’m 42 now. We don’t talk anymore. I see him at holidays, but yeah. Just one example of all the reasons he can fuck off.






  • "Yes, good, human. Open that can of…BLACK OLIVES??? ARE YOU SHITTING ME??? WHERE THE HELL IS THE TUNA??? I hear the can opener, and I come running. I’m doing MY part! You insult me, with THIS???

    Ya know what? Tonight, I’m gonna barf. And even though I’ll start the heaving on hardwood floors, I’m going to run to the carpet before it comes up. Just for you!"

    That’s what your cat is thinking.








  • Oh, ok.

    I remember when I was 17, my mom would hand me the phone whenever telemarketers would call.

    I’d waste their time as a hobby. Sometimes I’d say my mom was on vacation in Jamaca, eating lots of blue flavored snow cones. Other times I’d say she was in the shower.

    Either way, I’d start a counter to see how long they’d stay on the phone with me. My record was 2 hours 26 minutes. And my mom actually ended it. She came up and asked who I was talking to. I held up the hand signal for telemarketer.

    She was in one of her pissy moods, so she grabbed the phone out of my hand, and screamed into the phone “THIS IS HIS MOM! WE DON’T WANT ANY!!!” and hung up.

    To this day, I still believe I could have hit the 5 hour mark if she had just let me.

    My reasoning was if they’re talking to me, they AREN’T talking to someone who could be scammed.