Irony is taking pictures of text and posting it to social media

So I’m reading this article about Steve Harvey, his likely money-driven, crocodile-tear laden apology to Asian people, and how he’s basically being treated like an Uncle Tom piece of shit for being a racist and a Trump supporter,* and sure, it doesn’t necessarily help my opinion of him, but there’s one thing I can’t really get over: Harvey’s liberal use of writing his messages in a text file, screen capping them, and then posting images of his written messages onto Twitter, a messaging service.

*it’s amusing that being deemed a Trump supporter is considered an insult to the left

Now Steve Harvey is hardly the first person to do this, but because of my general recent disgust with him, along with the fact that he’s the most recent example of a person that does this makes him the poster boy for such ironic and narcissistic behavior.

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I AM THE 18 PERCENT

My car will probably never get stolen: report back from late 2016 reveals that 18 percent of U.S. drivers know how to drive a stick shift

One thing that I’m proud of, and am kind of a hipster about is the fact that I can and I do drive a manual transmission car.  I like knowing that I possess a skill that is rapidly becoming forgotten and that I can drive a stick well enough to where I can boast that I’ve never once had to replace a clutch ever, even after nearly 400,000 miles between my last three cars, all of which were stick shifts.  Not to mention it just feels cooler to be driving while utilizing pretty much your whole body, between wheel, shift, clutch and gas.

But the fact that the dying art of the stick shift is resulting in the gradual reduction of manufacturing of manual transmission cars to the point where only 5% of vehicles even come with an available stick shift is a truly sad one.  Sure, I know the technological differences between sticks and autos have not only diminished but in some cases been surpassed by some makers’ easy-mode cars, but I still like, and have little regrets of owning stick after stick, regardless of how hard it’s been to continue on with choosing to do so. 

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Happy Moloch Day 2017!

I’ll keep it short because I unfortunately do not have the luxury of having the day off this year, like I have in prior Moloch Days.  Working for The Man has its occasional drawbacks.

But anyway, much the same as the ancient Aramaic alphabet came before the Common Tongue, MLK came long, long, long before MLK; which obviously, if you’ve been reading my brog for a while now, obviously is in reference to ancient demon god Moloch, came long before Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Therefore, any calendar too lazy to clarify the difference and simply states “MLK Day,” they are automatically Pagan infidels who are spending the day honoring his demon holiness, Moloch.  By proxy, they are completely okay with human sacrifices, preferably in the form of young children.

Sorry if the laziness of others reveals to you hordes of people bragging on social media how they have day off because of MLK, but they’re really praising Moloch for slaughtering some children and granting you a little bit of off-time from the office.  Sorry if “Martin Luther King” is a mouthful too, but if you really want to clarify that you’re celebrating the existence of a civil rights leader, you really need to clarify, otherwise the demon god Moloch is more than happy to take credit for your PTO.

Another piece of childhood biting the dust

Happy trails, Jimmy Snuka: “Superfly” has passed away.

There’s no sense in me writing yet another long-winded eulogy for a professional wrestler.  Jimmy Snuka wasn’t taken from the world far too young; he was 73 years old and certainly lived out a fairly full life, albeit probably wrestled a little longer than he probably should have, but such is often the case of professional wrestlers from the 80s and 90s who literally have nothing else to do but continuing to don the tights and get in the ring.

My last visit to the topic of Jimmy Snuka was marred with skepticism and questions of his honesty and intentions, as it seemed a little too convenient for his health to so rapidly begin deterioration as involvement in a third-degree murder/manslaughter charge began to creep up on him, but then again non-physical variables are certainly capable of manifesting physical ailments due to the limitless power of the brain to the body.

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LA Chragers logo talk

No, that’s not a typo.  In my circles, they have always and will always be known as the Chragers.

Anyway, if you haven’t heard which is very likely because despite my love of sports, like 10% of the people I associate with actually follow them, but the NFL team once known as the San Diego Chragers have announced that they will be moving to Los Angeles.

Back in 1996, the Cleveland Browns were moved to Baltimore, where they became the Baltimore Ravens; they left the Browns name behind, which was convenient for when the NFL expanded again years later, and the Browns were resurrected into the perennial basement.  Such was not the case in San Diego, and the entire Chragers brand, identity and personnel are all going up I-5 to LA.

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Double standards in racism

I’m 90% sure I’ve written about this before, probably when Chris Rock decided it was a good idea to make a really tasteless joke at the expense of Asians at last year’s Oscars, but just because it was sung and danced about before doesn’t mean it’s ever okay for it to be sung and danced about any other time.

So when Steve Harvey decided it’s completely okay to imply that it’s a Christmas fucking miracle for Asian men to get non-Asian women to date, on national fucking television, it most certainly triggers some agitation within my person.

The thing is, I’ve never really had a problem with Steve Harvey.  I’ve actually kind of liked Steve Harvey as a comedian; when he goes deadpan, it’s usually to good effect, and I’ve heard enough of his standup to know that there’s actually a brain capable of creating good material in that bald shiny noggin.  I’ll admit that I’m not a fan of what he’s done with the Family Feud franchise, because I think with him as the host, the show has gone very low-brow, and often reaches for the low-hanging fruits of lame double entendres, sexual puns, and it’s obvious the survey is only asking people who hang out at douchey Midtown bars.

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Going to run a train on them

This is why I’ll never not be fat: Taco Bell preparing to unveil the Naked Chicken Chalupa on January 26, where the shell is fried chicken

My only question is, why is there no meat inside the shell???

I get that the shell itself is meat, but at this point, why not go full retard and stuff the meat shell with, more meat?  Is it a fear of combining the requisite prison-grade squirrel meat they call beef inside of a chicken exterior?  Why not fill the chicken shell with the same chopped up chicken they use to fill any of the other menu items that are filled with chicken usually?

Why are they settling for just meat on the outside when there’s plenty of room for meat on the inside as well??

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