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     I quit smoking mother fuckers and I'm as friendly as a rattlesnake. Our douche bag mayor is going to be exonerated, blues fest has managed to attract both LIVE and KISS and all of their pathetic fans (I know lets go on down and see the shittiest and most over-rated bands of all time) and to top all this off summer seems to have just skipped us completely. Happy days these.
   This month we look at bad dads, Scientology and the real do-it-yourself punks (they aren't who you think). As I mentally prepare myself for my first hipster night on the town without the protection of a veil of smoke and superiority, my blood curdles. Everything and everyone I see at every turn makes me sick and it also makes me understand where the NRA is coming from.
   Oh and another thing that really sticks in my craw is our brand spanking new $50b deficit. Fiscal Conservatives? Has there ever been such a thing? I've been pointing out the oxymoronic value of this statement for years, along with everyone else with half a brain yet, our Conservative friends have always failed to see their fallacy on Election Day. Now the rest of us that live in the real world, and not some sort of bow-tie Narnia, have to deal with the repercussions associated with the cigar smoking golf club members that think they have a fucking clue as to how to run an economy. It's these cock suckers that got us into this mess in the first place, so excuse me if I fail to shed a tear for GM. My tears are reserved for those who have been caught up in this greed trap.
   There is a general feeling of entitlement in our paradigm. From the emo kid pouting in the corner to the formerly trophy wife who refuses to pour her own glass of wine, entitlement has usurped hard work in the pursuit of valour. This is why we have a government burying us further into a recession and an opposition filled with a bunch of political prostitutes afraid to make a stand. They are assholes one and all and I'm pretty sure I felt this way before I quit smoking.

Yours growing fat on hatred and ice-cream,
Derrick Ruston

 

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