Wednesday, October 20, 2010

These Are Jerry's Kids

today was a sickening day for me, given the fact that i read and understand the english language in the majority of its forms. i was asked a very, very serious question about a seemingly simple word in the language that i speak with every last employee i work with. i was violently, by violently i mean i was dry heaving 20 minutes later in the closet we call a bathroom at work, because my "co-worker" asked my what the word "fatally" meant. really, fatally?! where did this walking ejaculation, should be abortion, poster-child for birth control come from?!?! i, being the semi-calm asshole that i am, explained the meaning of fatally to someone who is at least 10 years older than myself. so i spelled it out, which without a dictionary present, is "to be wounded or harmed, in a way that would end life or kill." this person stared at me awestruck, dumbfounded by the answer. this wasn't surprising because the word came about in the following statement i made to this "co-worker": if you don't shut the fuck up and listen the following instructions that i am giving you, i will willingly and lovingly fatally wound you with a car.  why do i get stuck home training "grown-ups" while i have several others to do while in my workplace?! i'm sure i am not the only person to deal with this on a daily basis. i'm sure others have it worse than myself. however, i can now see the american learning curve at work and it makes me happy i don't own a firearm. i would greatfully firebomb these mentally handicapped fucktards out of the collective intelligence of the world today. it is an hourly, daily, weekly struggle to keep calm in the face of the idiots that plague the earth. i don't blame TV, i don't blame the internet, hell, i don't even blame any kind of media that is at our fingertips...i blame lazy ass parents who expect under-paid teachers to re-invigorate the minds of bastard children that weakling fuck-bunny-hoodrats spew out of their disease ridden loins on a regular basis. i wish the 50's would come back; complete with the poodle skirts, greaser ass-kickings and lack of pity for dumbass motherfucking losers that want to skate through the education system. i suggest IQ testing for all potential parents from this moment on. i long for genetic testing to rid this world of laziness, weakness and downright stupidity to further the best intentions of the world for tomorrow.

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