Help me pay my *$@&$$&# bills.

So the first day of the New Year has come and gone. Big fat hairy fuckin' deal.

What's it to the man in the street? Hope? Warmth? Bush gets impeached? The US won't invade another Middle Eastern country? Peace breaking out? Kim Jong Ill giving himself up to the UN?

FAT FUCKIN' HOPE, YOU DUMB FUCKS.

You get none of this.

You get to witness Bush going for a third campaign, UNCONTESTED, another invasion of a Middle Eastern country, and the start of World War fucking Three. This time, it's nuclear.

How da fuck can anyone be happy about the bleakest new year ever is beyond me.

PS: And the man in the street will get their rights removed, their wallets emptied, and their lives fucked. Just FYI.

Hooray for empty holidays.

Christmas, especially. Since Jesus WASN'T bon on the all-hallowed day (and ironically enough, it falls on a Sunday), and Santa is nothing more than a tool for the fucking rich to get even richer, it has become meaningless to me.

On a brighter note: China is setting themselves up a nice fat nuke.

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Oh VGCats, OH HOW I LOVE THEE.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

I hate bazaars, night markets, whathaveyou. They suck my money dryer than that giant cockroach in your a-err.....

Yeah. I hate bazaars. There's bound to be one (and usually more) happening at around this time of the year. Damn you vacant consumerism, OH HOW I HATE THEE.

Bazaars play havoc on my savings. Especially when I'm trying to save up for something really awesome. Right now I'm trying to scrounge up enough for an artbook.

You might ask why in the Nine Layers of Hell am I not holding a part-time job to get it. The answer is simple: Ever heard of outsourcing? Part-time jobs are basically localized outsourcing. Pay the desperate peanuts and let the CEO reap millions. It's a sick world out there, the rich become richer and the poor becoming the undead.

Dammit, where's Lestat when we need him.

(Random insanity courtesy of VGCats. )

OK, so I finally caved in and decided to blog. Gimme a few minutes to reel from the damn shock.

...Done. Now that the blogging poison is flowing trough my veins, lemme begin.

I'm not what you would call a typical blogger. I'm not an idiot who would post how many times I go to the bathrooom, nor do I have anthing to say(I do, but I don't wanna turn into a sausage from international lawsuits), nor someone famous, nor your average Joe off the streets. I'm doing this in the hopes of paying bills. Yep, the damn phone bills, electricity bills, TV bills, insurance bills, the I-MUST-MAKE-THE-CAPITALISTS-MUCH-RICHER-AND-FATTER bills, or in my case, help out to pay for them.

So, in any case, you Internet tightwads, help me pay my fucking bills.

And since the unwritten Blogger code says I must say something about recent events, I'm gonna talk briefly about Hurricane Katrina Davion-Steiner. (Only he Battletech geeks will know this in-joke.)

Them meteorologists said Katie Steiner was going to be a Class I hurricane, but look at what happened. Like Katie Steiner, she gathered power, and with that power, waged a dirty, one-sided war against New Orleans (which got owned,by the way). Where was that lowly Class I hurricane, the people asked. IT TURNED INTO A CLASS V CITY-OWNING HURRICANE, THAT'S WHAT.

Now look at what happened to poor New Orleans. Rioting, looting, to put it simply, Iraq in America. How did this happen? Where's the National Guard? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HUMAN SPIRIT? Blame the richest 2% of Americans. They're the cause of the shit happening in New Orleans.

And why did this happen? Because it could happen. In fact, I believe America deserved it. If there was a God, he surely answered the prayers of some Christian.

Okay, I'm done. Help me pay my fucking bills, and don't send me lawsuits, hatemail, or death threats. I have the right to free speech as any of you, you know. Also, I don't wanna get sued.

Mood: Bored

Hello there! This is the first of what I hope to be a @#%$*@! beautiful realtionship.

Now to business.