I was reading a serious and gut wrenching post.

Then all of a sudden, without any shame or without any respect for the OP's misery, he shows up in post 69 begging for cash.

I snuck up behind him and brought a heavy foot down on his sorry plastic ass.

I have him tied up and gagged in my closet.

If DU wants him back, the ransom is 10 Brazilian dollars payable thru PayPal.




Worst.Copycat.Ever. I know. I have no shame.

Who here is is planning on voting or has already voted for their FIRST CHOICE in the primaries/caucuses this year?

Now, if these choices aren't enough for you, you haven't been paying attention.

because I am and I have no shame about it, but I still don't see where she attacked you at all. How about posting some evidence, because I haven't seen her reply to you once. How can someone attack you without even replying to you? That makes no sense.

On Perversion:
I still wonder which is worse though: a Pervert or someone who practices voyeurism on said Pervert and insists they are somehow better than said Pervert? It's a question for the ages, really.

Might want to cover the children's ears. This is a thread by me about Wal Mart, which means there will be lots of cussing. One out of two pharmacists may also be offended as well, apparently.

I have done my part to piss off the right wingers today.

As usual, just when I was in the most pain, I ran out of my prescriptions.

My TMJ has gotten worse. I now am uncontrollably grinding my teeth and gritting them so tightly together today, that I chipped one a little last night. Just got back from the dentist the other day too. I'm not happy. It looks like I'll need to be fitted for one of those expensive(I'm sure) mouth pieces to keep from gritting and grinding so hard that my teeth fly right out of my head and I end up looking like the "eyewitness" to a story on the nightly news. They always have about 4 teeth in their head and a crazed look in their eyes. News teams really know how to spot the most animated, vocal members of society, don't they?

In other words, I'm hurting like a motherfucker today and guess where the only place I can afford to buy my prescriptions is?

Guess? You'll never guess.

Wal Mart

(insert five full minutes of a pause here to wait for y'all to quit calling me a FReeper, redneck, baby killing, kitten killing, child slaving... damn I've been in GD: P too much this week)

Okay, are you done cussing about Wal Mart and bitter rural morans like me who have to go there because we have no other choice?

If the answer is no, keep cussing, then read on. Trust me, you'll still find this funny, or outrageous, or at least mildly amusing, at the very least.

If the answer is yes, you are finished cussing about Wal Mart and bitter rural morans like me who have to go there because we have no other choice, you should know I'm not.

I'm not through cussing about Wal Mart, nor will I ever be.

Hell!
I've already been there, every month to pick up my prescriptions. There is nothing worse than the Rockingham Wal Mart. Hell could not hold a candle to that place. Hell is a joke compared to that place. God could strike me dead with lightning or a tornado right fucking now and my soul would drift to Wal Mart to spend eternity grumbling, cussing, sweating (they never use the goddamn A/C like normal people. It's always 80 degrees minimum in there) and hating the human species more than ever. I swear I am the most misanthropic person on the face of the planet, when I am at Wal Mart.

I think I'd rather try Olive Garden or chicken rolled in cornflakes than the Rockingham Wal Mart. Everyone is always standing in my damn way chit chatting like it's a damn social get-together of some sort. It's a fucking store. Buy what you went for and get the fuck out of there or at least get out of my goddamn way!

is wrong with these people? On the one hand, they don't want any beer joints or bars or clubs in town because they swear up and down it'll cause homosexuality. Then they need somewhere to go and church, even going 7 days a week, apparently doesn't give them enough time to get all their gossip in.

So what do they do? They socialize in Wal Mart and make the cuss words flow out of my mouth like silk. So, if you are ever in the Rockingham Wal Mart and you see some brunette with a scowl on her face who is pushing a buggy around and grumbling and cussing and glaring at people randomly, that would be me.

So, I had to go pick up my prescriptions. I can pay $90 at every other pharmacy in the county, or I can pay $55 for my Zoloft at Wal Mart. I despise Wal Mart, but made the stupid mistake of mentioning that I had to go there to get my prescriptions. You see, my aunt thinks that means she should make a "list" every time I go. I always tell her, Food Lion has everything but the prescriptions and the Sawnson's canned chicken.

She never listens. So, I wake up today and the first thing she does it flicks open this long scroll that rolls across the living room floor and hits the wall on the other side of the room. That was her "list."

I started cussing, because I knew I was hurting bad enough that I didn't want to go to both Wal Mart (let's just call it Hell from this point on. ok?) AND the grocery store in one day. There was no fucking way today. That wasn't happening.

After arguing about the length of said "list," I finally went to Hell. When I got there, I headed straight for the Ibuprofen for my jaw, (whatever their cheap ass store brand was, I don't remember the name), and then asked for my prescriptions.

Here's the sorta funny part. I was already in a pissy ass some may say "bitter" mood, because I was in Hell.

When the pharmacist turned around, she "whispered" OUT LOUD to the other pharmacist working the drive thru window , "SHE IS NOT WEARING A BRA. HER HEADLIGHTS ARE ON." Of course, I know myself, because to mine own self I am true, a true Pervert, that is. Of COURSE, it was me she was talking about.

This is the kinda funny part. The Drive Thru Pharmacist said to the Titty Watching Pharmacist, "I used to go without a bra when I was younger and could do it too."

I took my prescriptions from Titty Watching Pharmacist and beamed the biggest grin EVAH and stuck my chest out and walked away as slowly and as sexily as possible.



She blushed. Do y'all think I should ask her out now? Or build up the Titty Watching Pharmacist foreplay by waiting until I have a bikini on and asking her to help me pick out the best kind of suntan lotion, then asking her to put it on my back?

I'm doing everything within my power to go see the best president of my lifetime campaigning for Hillary in the morning. All I can say is:

Hill-a-ry!!!
Hill-a-ry!!!
Hill-a-ry!!!


I might actually get to vote in this primary, thanks to the Clintons.

Lyrics for: Little Fighter
From the album: The Best Of White Lion
Songwriters: Tramp, Mike, Bratta, Vito
Label: Atlantic
Genres: Metal, Hard Rock, Rock

Are you cryin' tonight? Are you feelin' alright?
I'll tell the world that you are down on your luck
You were one of the kind, one who'd never give in
Even when they put a price on your head

Has anyone heard the tales you tell or seen the scars you wear
Did anyone speak up when you fell? Does anybody care?

Rise again, little fighter and let the world know the reason why?
Shine again, little fighter and don't let 'em end the things you do

And you were one with a cause and a reason to be
You were a fighter for peace on this earth
And you were never afraid, you put your life on the line
And you were always alone out on the sea

Without a weapon in your hand you came to fight a war
They took your life, but didn't know that you would never die

Rise again, little fighter and let the world know the reason why?
Shine again, little fighter and don't let 'em end the things you do

Are you feelin' alright? 'Cause I care

Rise again, little fighter and let the world know the reason why?
Shine again, little fighter and don't let 'em end the things you do

Rise again, little fighter and let the world know the reason why?
Shine again, little fighter and don't let 'em end the things you do



RISE...

They are having a good time. Domino's tulip that I planted opened this morning. In a way, it's like she is talking to me one last time. God, I miss her.

Happy Easter, everybody.

Long live Kurt Cobain's mastery with lyrics...and music. Long live the memory of Kurt Cobain.

This is a journal post. Respond if you wanna, but I'm in lala land tonight and may even forget I posted this. I need drugs. Lots of drugs, but I feel like I already took some, just Not.Quite.Enough.

I feel like getting dirty and naughty tonight.

I'm a libal idoit now. I'm series!!11!!1

I have a headache and just learned that the broken CD-ROM that came with my text book for the college did not contain Access 2003 program and the teacher is taking 5 points off per day including the weekend. Plus her attitude was hateuful as hell about it.

I guess that's going to be a zero, because I'm going to shoot an email back saying just give me a 0 on the first one and I'll go steal Access 2003 somewhere online. I'll just wait and catch up with the second assignment if and when I find the software. We can't use Access 2007 for the assignments.

I used to love college, but now it's starting to really get on my nerves and interfere with things I really want to do in life. Getting the degree did nothing. I've learned more by going thru tutorials online than in taking some of these useless classes. I might not renew my Pell Grant this fall if these "online" classes keep making me go to the school to do the work. They should not say they are online classes if they are not.

If anyone wants to reply to this, it's cool, but I really just wanted to put this in my journal so I can document my dwindling respect for this college and some of the teachers there. Funny, most of the teachers are good to work with if your mother just had fucking surgery and you couldn't make it to the school one day, but could another day. The book store just got the damn text books in 3 weeks into the semester too. I know this is all jumbled up and missing some very important points, but so am I tonight. I'm just in pain and sick and tired of flogging this dead horse known as community college in a town where our only major employer is Wal fucking Mart.

Damn, this doesn't belong in the Lounge.

Let's change the point of this message to be:

Who wants a "Rants and Raves" forum or group on DU? Isn't it like 10 "yes" votes to get one? I'm sure many of us could use it, or is that just me that likes to go the fuck off every once in a while not particularly aimed at anyone, but just to rant and vent?



I'll take 2 Valiums, 3 Darvocets, 3 Xanax, 2 Ambien, and some Tylenol, if anyone is willing to offer them up to calm my ass down and make this headache go away while I go face the hacker sites because Richmond Community College lies about "online" classes. grrrrrr...

I know I'm right on this much.

Y'all do know that if we VOTE for the same old song and dance that we've had for the past seven years now, we will GET more of the same old song and dance that has made us miserable for the last seven years? You know that, right? You get what you pay for and you get what you vote for.

Unlike rats pushing a lever, we Democrats seem to be incapable of learning from our past mistakes or at least we appear mighty damn slow at learning from them. If the rat pushes the lever and gets shocked enough times, they don't push that lever again after realizing that it's going to shock them.


But, but...
"We don't want to appear 'too far to the left' or we won't win the GE." I keep hearing that hogwash over and over again. Good little MSM robots do just what the MSM wants you to do. Brilliant strategy! NOT.

Here's why:
We had the same mentality going into 2004 and look what that got us. The most UN-RE-ELECTABLE president in the history of this country (Bush, in case I need to remind anyone) got RE-ELECTED. That seemingly brilliant strategy didn't work, did it? So, why are so many of us trying to use it again? Oh, MSM tells us to use it again, so we must comply like the simple minded fools they take us for. Brilliant.

Do I need to remind anyone this?
MSM has been telling us how wonderful Bush and his cronies are for the last 8 years. Yes, I'm counting the year before the 2000 election when Al Gore was being slaughtered by the MSM.

Now, they are telling us Obama and Hillary are the only viable candidates we have. They won't let Dennis Kucinich debate and they have already written off John Edwards. So, we have no choice but to do what they say and choose between generic DINO #1 and generic DINO #2, right?

Wrong.
Those of you who have early primaries have the power to work together and change all of this bullshit. You have the power to prove to the MSM we are no simple minded fools. Even if you don't prove it to the MSM, you can prove it to yourselves, can't you? Or are you incapable of pulling your heads out of your collective asses and working together to give those of us with late primaries (November) a chance to vote for the candidate we would like the opportunity to vote for?

Have you got it in you? Are you game? Or are you just going to roll over like DINO #1 and DINO #2 because it's the easy way of doing things?

Those are my questions. Fire away!
(Don't forget to mimic every single MSM and Faux talking head talking point while you are at it, because I know I can count on many of you to do just that.)

Tell him to try changing his sexual orientation while being preaching at that God will hate him until he learns to take it up the ass. THEN and ONLY THEN can he say that and not get a sneer and a firm middle finger from me.

They aren't ready to hear it. They still think a women can't do anything without a mayyyyan to hold them up and do it for them. Goddamn bunch of sexist, homophobic trolls have overrun the place.

But...
I thank you for your effort.

She is a vile vicious woman who is ugly inside and out.

And no, I do not agree. If Monica Lewinsky had not been slightly overweight and had not had that sweet innocent looking face, the Repugs could never have pulled that impeachment off. Period. They played on the big bad wolf preying on the innocent little red riding hood story. It was classic note for note, by a script, even, witch trial. I swear if I could build a time machine, I'd take a tape of everything that happened after he said, "No, I did not have sex with that woman, Miss Lewinsky." and I would go back in time and make damn sure he said, "It's really none of your goddamn business what little Willie does, but yeah, I boinked her. So what?" Just to prove that either way, he was screwed. Not to mention that the Clinton presidency was surrounded by Bush no matter how you look at it.

They quake in their boots at the thought of us finding each other and forming coalitions to bring their evil cabals down. Right on.