So
I’m sitting in a training session right now. Bored out of
my mind and I cannot find anything on the internet to suppress this
boredom, let alone actually keep me entertained. Now granted I do
not have full range of the internet due to me being at work where they
block such sites as MySpace.com and YouTube.com. Not that either
of those sites could entertain me, even if they were not blocked.
So I sit here, writing about nothing, and staring at a monitor that is
almost in tie dyed colors due to it being hit by a car a few months
previous (read my previous writings to understand that). You
think they could have put a new monitor in here; you would also think
they wouldn’t waste all this money paying me to come to training
where I am learning absolutely nothing except that I can sit here and
write an article about nothing, while getting taught about
nothing. There is a plan to this teaching, one that would benefit
me if I could pay attention and not despise this teacher for the
knowledge she lacks and stupid that is coming out of her mouth.
She looks a little like a circus clown, but not like a normal circus
clown that probably has the IQ of a dead baby seal. She ranks
more around the circus clowns that are actually dead baby seals. In other news I just ordered more
shirts and I have set up a site to sell them. Well it isn’t
really going to be selling them, due to the fact that I am not going to
make any money off them; I am putting all of it back into the
site. Let us just call it funding the cause that is
DamnCrackers.com. The new design is pretty sweet, but if you
haven’t seen it already, you will have to wait till the shirts
are out now. You know what really pisses me
off. Go ahead and guess. Take a moment and think
about it. Do you have an answer? Was it circus clowns that
attempt to teach normal people how to do something that has nothing to
do with the circus? Because if so, you are absolutely . . .
incorrect. It was clowns period. I don’t care
what the clown is doing; it is still a clown first and foremost. Who decides they want to be a
clown, and then actually goes out, buys the shoes and the nose and the
books on pedophilia and then combines them all and starts molesting
children with their crappy balloon hats and pale white faces? Do
you think child molesters molested themselves when they were
children? Back to the clowns, I know someone out there is saying,
“. . . but clowns make children laugh. They just want to
make children happy and love what they do.” Okay, have you
ever seen a child freak out over seeing a clown? Ever see a child
cry because of a clown? I have, on many occasions. I have
even seen some hippies cry when clowns draw near. Then again,
hippies scare easy. You ever just walk up to a hippie and say,
“war”? I love seeing a hippie run, leaving a
trail of tears and snot because you scared them shitless with one
word. Other words that work to scare the patchouli out of hippies
are, “Bush”, “shower”, “societal
norms” and “ghost busters.” Yes hippies are
afraid of ghost busters too, because, “ghosts have the right to
do what they want, man. Why do you always have to be putting the
ghosts down and stuff?” But back to the clowns, they make
kids cry. So how can people say clowns are good? Is the
greater good of some retard child laughing because of a clown worth the
sacrifice of all those normal children, that hate and despise the
dreaded visual child molester known as the clown, with their big red
noses and giant baby stomping feet? I say no! Now
don’t get me wrong, I hate kids. So you might be asking,
“Then why do you hate clowns?” The reason is simple,
because they make kids cry and the only thing I hate more than a kid is
a crying kid. Who cares if that child is scared for life due to
some clown starring it down with their freakishly pale faces and
multiply colored eyes and hair. I just don’t want that shit
bucket crying near me. I can barley stand kids if they are not
crying, but a crying kid is in desperate needs of a face
stomping. And with the laws theses days, I don’t think I
could get away with stomping every kid’s face that cries around
me, though I will do it if necessary.
