Foul Attitude

*Disclaimer: I am not in the mood to be nice nor politically correct. I will use foul language and I will be talking about people with mental illness and of certain religious faiths. I will be issuing beatdowns. If you believe this will offend you, you may want to read elsewhere. If you do read and then believe that I am being unfair, biased or otherwise do not support my arguments, you were warned so I don't really care* I'm sick of one of my Jewish bosses spouting his hatred of the German population. In his mind, all Germans, then, now and forever more are responsible for the Holocaust. Genocide: The systematic annihilation of a group of people. A prerequiste for genocide is hatred, loathing, anger, fear or rage. So, he hate's all Germans. See above. He loathes Germans. See above. He is angry with the Germans. See above. Look ass monkey, the Holocaust was a terrible, terrible thing but to hold a group of individuals accountable for sins committed in the past, real or imagined, is what lead to THE HOLOCAUST!! If you want to talk about "collective guilt" then look to the Poles, the Italians, the Romanians, the French, the Americans etc. because they all stood by too. Not to mention, the Russians, since that is where your Jewish family hails from. Furthermore, I find it extremely irritating that you use your religion as a reason to hate others while others have used your religion to hate you... where is the sense in this? Also, if you would shut your mouth and attend services a little more frequently, perhaps minion, you may find that instead of using your faith to hate others you may actually have a little faith. Accordingly, I'm sick of hearing how everything that Israel does is "okay" since that land belongs to "The Jews." Excuse me, but I don't see how killing people is the "right" thing to do, for any reason. Once again, this is the same attitude that took us to the Holocaust and every other genocidal atrocity in history. Beatdown with a solid brass menorah. I'm sick of my friend T-Bird. Matter of fact, I'm loathe at this point to call her my friend. First, I' m sick of how she uses her mental illness to try and extort money, favors and sympathy for her own gain. She's also a thief. I know she took five dollars from my car when she borrowed it, I know she took her deceased aunt's TV and pawned it and I suspect she stole my son's medication, which I can far from afford to replace. If I ever, ever find out this to be the truth, there is a crowbar in my house with her name written all over it. I am sick of her not taking responsibility for her own feelings and making everyone else out to be the bad guy, once again, to illicit sympathy for herself and to use and abuse people around her. Mentally ill or not, I'm sick of dealing with it. T-Bird, you twist and distort every situation to your benefit and lie as easily as breathing, even with faced with overwhelming evidence that you are, in fact, lying through your fucking teeth. I'm sick of you turning every conversation we have to your needs, your desires, your family, your son and your feelings, or rather, the feelings that you accuse others of placing on you. Wake the fuck up and repeat after me, "I feel [fill in blank with appropriate emotion you may be experiencing] because [fill in appropriate reason]. This is called, taking responsibility for your own fucking feelings. Do not say, "You/He/She/It/They made me feel...." But, that would mean you would have to act halfway civil. This is obviously too much of stretch for you. Furthermore, I'm tired of having to question everything you say and having to get "both sides of the story" to make any coherent, useless judgement, on a subject which is none of my business to start with. You do not call me to vent nor to get a rational opinion, you call to bitch and blame others and expect me to agree. NEWS FLASH - You are seldom, if ever, right. This goes back to this irrational thought processes in which you believe everyone owes you something and anyone who has remotely wronged you in the past now has to continually "make up" for it. Instead of using your past to blackmail others, how about... ohhhhh... getting help for it and working through your problems. Now there's a concept. Beatdown with a crowbar!!! To AZ... my dear friend. For once, just ONCE!, could you tell the peep that beeps in on our conversation that you have another person on the line instead of always coming back and telling me that someone else, obviously more important, has called and you have to take their call? Who is it? The National Security Advisor calling to inform you of the latest threat to national security and she wants your opinion on how to handle it??? (T-Bird - take note) I feel very insignificant when you constantly take other's calls over mine. I don't call that often because I know you are busy and have a lot of demands on your time. I always call to see how you are but sometimes I call too because I just really need to hear your voice and because I'm having a bad day, like today. I don't feel the need to bitch and complain in your ear, I just sometimes need to hear your voice and talk to you about what's been going on in our respective lives. Beatdown with a cellphone and a real estate sign. John Ashcroft is the anti-Christ. Period. Beatdown with a speculum and I hope they use one for your next proctology exam. Warning: Bitching, moaning, complaining and feeling sorry for myself... dead ahead Yo, friends, do not rain on my fucking parade okay? Look, I do not always feel as though I am the most attractive, intelligent, hot, sexy, interesting, fun female out there. Matter of fact, I normally don't and I don't because I have low self-esteem. My self-esteem issues are not your fault but please do not feed them. When a young, hot, sexy man flirts with me, just be happy. Don't give me other reasons why he is doing so... like, "he's horny," or "he's just a flirt," or "he's just emotionally vulnerable right now." The last came from my own alter-ego, so you can see what I'm up against. Allow me to have my fantasy. I know he has a girlfriend and I know when he comes home its not going to be to me. But please, don't shove it in my face. I feel really ugly, asexual and worthless when you insinuate that I'm not good enough for him to just flirt with me, because I'm me. Yeah, you hurt my feelings. I know that you all probably didn't realize how happy his letter made me. How his letter made me smile. How it felt good that someone wrote to me and recognized me and flirted with me. It was very personal and I thought you would understand that I really needed that. I take responsibility for the fact that I waited too long to let you know that I just wanted to enjoy it. You're all in time out. You too Ms. Alter Ego.