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Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table: sweatin the small stuff

Friday, July 21

sweatin the small stuff

I have this subject I’ve wanted to address for the past few weeks but I’ve been at a loss at how to put it properly into words. But after jumping off a boat into the middle of a lake and only then understanding the impact of not knowing how to swim.

And after getting my apartment ransacked and having some very cool weapons left to me by my father stolen, plus don’t let me forget the “special” mood two day’s and nights without sleep due to insomnia gave me. I think my inner child has been slapped in the nuts enough to address this issue.

Ok, so you know how it is when you like something whither it be biking or going to the movies or whatever, and you meet some cat who likes the same things you do but kind’a takes it to a different level? Take for example you like to bicycle and what makes you happy is taking out your old bike in the evenings and riding a few miles with some friends.

But of course there’s always some douchketeer in the group all geared out like they’re fuckin Lance Armstrong who stares at you in your running shorts and tank top like you don’t belong. Now where you live might be a different story but around here I call these kinds of fucktwits Elitist.

Elitist are people who in their minds see their personal abilities, wealth, specialized training or other attributes placing them at the top of the so called hipster food chain. These are also the cats who take the joy and fun out of things due to their so high and mighty attitude.

As me personally, I hate the fuck out of these Olestra potato chip eating muthafuckers. Wait, hate is such a strong word………..ahhhh fuck it, I really hate elitist muthafuckers and fuck them for breathing up all my air. Take for example I happen to love live music, the louder and crunchier the better I say. I’m entertained by it all and better if it’s being done by someone local.

But then here comes some elitist cock-gagger who’s complaining that the local music scene sucks because they never play the bands or music he or she likes. And what does this Elvis Costello looking muthafucker like? Some obscure band who not only recorded their shit in a fuckin stinkin assed barn full of bat guano for the sound but are keeping it “real” by refusing to sell their music on days ending with a fuckin y.

So because of this, all this peabag does is hang out with his goatee wearin friends drinking dark beer and bad mouthing the local scene for not being authentic. And it could be anything, food, music, art, sports, even blogging, it doesn’t matter.

You try to enjoy some shit and before you can say “is that a blue nosed tiny fister coming this way”, some elitist rat bastard fuck will try to ruin it for you. That’s when I pick up my ball and head home, cause when it stops being fun is when I say fuck you.

"and the monkey flipped the switch"


Blogger Michelle said...

Amen! People are at different levels on their interests. Just because someone is more intense about a hobby than me doesn't mean that I have to get to their level.

And people who make fun of other's musical taste really annoy me. Music is a personal preference, not a right/wrong issue.

2:05 PM  
Blogger curmudgeon said...

"...the local music scene sucks because they never play the bands or music he or she likes."

The fuckwad always the option of moving somewhere else.

2:28 PM  
Blogger Bella said...

You got that right!!! Hell yeah!!

Speaking of "politically correct blogging", you have to read this.

2:52 PM  
Blogger The Beltway B@stard said...

When I encounter someone like that, I picture them walking around with their thumb up their ass - it makes me laugh and them wonder why.

3:10 PM  
Blogger LL said...

I'm just gonna lay a big ol' virtual hug on ya cuz of that first part about losing the stuff your pops left ya. Hugs to you, sugar.

3:12 PM  
Blogger Ole Blue The Heretic said...

You know what really pisses me off about the fuckers. They think they are cool drinking their dark beer and having gooatees.

I am sitting with an older friend, vietnam vet military who likes to talk about history and the military.

I sit and listen and am very entertain. These two shits come in, both have goatees that look like they have two pubic hairs on their chins, order dark beer, and proceed to talk to me even though Mr. Don was telling me something.

I guess since I had a goatee and was drinking dark beer, pilsner gives me heart burn like its battery acid, they figured I would talk to them.

But they were complaining about the juke box and the music. Hey if you don't own the place get the fuck out if you don't like the music.

Personally I could listen to the Stones "I can't get no staisfaction" and Skynards "Free Bird" (If I got the band right) all day long and still love it at the end of the day.

They finally got the hint after I said, "Well maybe ya'll ought to go somewhere else."

Damn did I just rant, I need to puyt this shit on my site.

3:30 PM  
Blogger Sapphire said...

You know when it comes to people like that you spare your own foot and use the other person foot and shove it up thier own ass as far as posssiable. Still I don't think that would do any good since there are people out thier still thinking thier better than some one else. Either way we are no better than each other for we have our own unique way of living...Evermore

In other words fuck the fucken fuckers. Live your life the way you want and have fun and don't let other's bother you. Just think of it this way. Look at all the girls that are in love with you and your always getting hugs from them. You know every time I see you with a woman I think. Thier has to be something he has that I don't. He always has girls hugging him. Now I think back and see the truth and the reason why is because your a gentalmen...We all have our own way of life why try to be better than someone else the only person we ever should be better than is the one within....Evermore

5:24 PM  
Blogger Bane said...

Of course you have already put out the word to all the pawn shops and the fences that you will give out $1,000 to them if you get your shit back, and $2,000 if someone turns up in an emergency room, right? Fuck da police, none of them will do shit, because they don't want a brother having a gun.

5:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Doesn't Olestra cause anal leakage? Maybe that's the problem. K Sose

6:19 PM  
Blogger Big Daddy 2x4 said...

Heh, "douchketeer" made me grin.

11:31 AM  
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11:37 AM  

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