I wish you'd been with me Monday. I'm sitting in my Dr's office after having opened the door with my elbow, washing my hands, and correctly applying hand sanitizer. In comes a 30 something mom with two kids, both were under the age of 5.
She opened the door with her hands and immediately took three large pumps of hand sanitizer from reception, liberally slathering her kids. Kid two sits on a chair and starts whining, she then drops her stuffy and pacifier on the floor. Mom, without hesitation picked up the stuffy and shoved it at the kid, then she puts the pacifier in her own pocket. Kid 2 then whines again. Mom does the smart thing. She removes the pacifier from her pocket, sucks it, and subsequently fills the whining hole of the kid with it.
How I did not piss my big old lady knickers laughing, is something I still haven't worked out!
Thursday, March 12, 2020
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Burning the flag. Pledging allegiance.
The people of the United States of America have for many years pledged allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. This pledge reads as such, on this day January 26th 2017;
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
If all things were in actual fact fair, honest and equal, for all American citizens, then a similar pledge of allegiance would probably read as such;
"I pledge allegiance to The United States of America, one nation, standing together, indivisible, with liberty, equality and justice for all.
This should probably come with the preface that "all" means just that. ALL inclusive; regardless of race, color, sexual orientation, gender, faith, and political leanings.
Oddly enough, those that share a more liberal view of things pretty much grasp this already.
The conservatives are yet to figure out what "allegiance" means....
In late November of 2016, after a few well publicized cases of flag burning in the United States of America during the 2016 federal elections, Donald Trump Tweeted that "Nobody should be allowed to burn the American flag. If they do there must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail"
Unfortunately for Trump, the Supreme Court of the United States of America has twice affirmed the right to desecrate the US flag as a form of free speech. Firstly in 1989 and again a year later in 1990.
Musician and general badass Henry Rollins investigated in depth a number of things concerning "the flag" for his History Channel show "Ten things you didn't know about" just a few years prior to this particular Trump bullshit outburst, and many people (Americans and others) were already very aware of the legality of setting alight the Star Spangled Banner...but it seems that Trump missed the "flag" episode of this very informative and educational show.
Pledging allegiance to the flag in the United States of America was officially recognized by Congress in an Act approved on June 22, 1942.
However the pledge was first published forty years prior in Boston, MA, in celebration of the 400th anniversary of Columbus "discovering" America.
Originally using the words "my flag" instead of "the flag of the United States of America" the change was thought to prevent ambiguity among foreign born nationals, who were often presumed to be thinking of their native flag while reciting the pledge. Racist leanings? Well, the change certainly wasn't put there for the white conservative christian men (who's ancestors incidentally, were not native to North America) already steadfastly attempting to maintain their power (over the very same North America that they, and their families immigrated to) using those exact conservative christian leanings.
On Jun 14th,1954 President Eisenhower had Congress add the phrase "under God" stating that "in this way we are reaffirming the transcendence of religious faith in America's heritage and future; in this way we shall constantly strengthen those spiritual weapons which forever will be our country's most powerful resource in peace and war"
Not that it wasn't blatantly obvious already, but right there is where you can actually visualize hypocrisy, bigotry, racism and cherry picking.
Eisenhower was absolutely obvious in assuming that the entire population of the US should not only be religious, but that they lived only by the teachings of the bible, following only one "god"...the one heralded the white male christian right wing.
How then could there be "Liberty and justice for all"? The answer is short and not quite as sweet.. "There cannot be liberty and justice for all"
Right there with that action Eisenhower negated the beliefs of anyone that didn't tow the religious right wing line.
Not even five years after this action by Eisenhower's Congress, immigration to the US by peoples from Europe decreased, and immigration by peoples from Asia and Latin America increased greatly. Now it should be fairly obvious to anyone that many of those now arriving on the shores of "the land of the free" would be almost certain to have alternate beliefs and faiths. But no. It would appear this change in the origins of those who chose migration has in no way since seemed to persuade the Cis White Misogynist Christian Republicans, that they are out of touch... NOOO siree. Quite the opposite. They ABSOLUTELY refuse to see anything other than what exists in their tiny blinkered god bothering heads, unless of course their bigotry is not helping them to get rich or climb the corporate ladder at some point, in which case they cherry pick bible phrases and the words of others in order to tweak the truth of their immoral bullshit. They also spew what are now widely known as "Alternate facts" whenever they see fit. Previously these were acknowledged as out and out lies.
That said, there is a decline in recent years in the number of those associated with the Moral Majority and they are fast becoming the Moral Minority. Either way their "morals" have always been questionable.
Just the fact that the pledge contains the words "under god" and "with liberty and justice for all" in the same paragraph offers absolute proof that here in modern western society in 2017 there is no "liberty and justice for all" and especially not in Trumps America.
If you are a follower of any other religion than Christian, and although Donald Trump himself is quite obviously not a church going or moral man, you are akin to shit on a shoe...Just ask Mike Pence.
If you are of any other gender than "male" or "female", and this means those genders must have been assigned to you at birth, you are considered at this point in time by the majority of your Republican federal government; a persona non grata. If you are gay, bisexual, gender non conforming, transgender, native american, black, mexican, muslim, jewish, immigrant or descendant thereof.... if you are a woman with aspirations of well paid jobs, a lucrative career, with religious beliefs other than christianity, or someone who is in need of an abortion, contraceptives and other sexual health care....you are in the land of the "free" sure. But the reality of it is that you don't have nearly the same levels of "liberty" and nor will you be considered for anything close to the same levels of justice that republican white christian men have, because in their eyes you are inferior, and they are calling all the shots right now, and they decide who will get what levels of freedoms, liberties, justices and considerations.
If you are reading this you are probably not a hypocritical, misogynistic, lying, racist, bigot who buys their way in and adds a drop of bullying for good measure. It's likely you are also not a cis, white, male, christian, republican.
That being said, now you and your freedoms count for shit and so does pledging your allegiance to a fucking flag.
#womensmarch
#NotmyPresident
#buildbridgesnotwalls
Please note that at no time did I refer to Donald Trump by the title given to him at his inauguration as I feel it would be insulting to the majority of good people who will read this.
KG January 26 January 2017
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
If all things were in actual fact fair, honest and equal, for all American citizens, then a similar pledge of allegiance would probably read as such;
"I pledge allegiance to The United States of America, one nation, standing together, indivisible, with liberty, equality and justice for all.
This should probably come with the preface that "all" means just that. ALL inclusive; regardless of race, color, sexual orientation, gender, faith, and political leanings.
Oddly enough, those that share a more liberal view of things pretty much grasp this already.
The conservatives are yet to figure out what "allegiance" means....
In late November of 2016, after a few well publicized cases of flag burning in the United States of America during the 2016 federal elections, Donald Trump Tweeted that "Nobody should be allowed to burn the American flag. If they do there must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail"
Unfortunately for Trump, the Supreme Court of the United States of America has twice affirmed the right to desecrate the US flag as a form of free speech. Firstly in 1989 and again a year later in 1990.
Musician and general badass Henry Rollins investigated in depth a number of things concerning "the flag" for his History Channel show "Ten things you didn't know about" just a few years prior to this particular Trump bullshit outburst, and many people (Americans and others) were already very aware of the legality of setting alight the Star Spangled Banner...but it seems that Trump missed the "flag" episode of this very informative and educational show.
Pledging allegiance to the flag in the United States of America was officially recognized by Congress in an Act approved on June 22, 1942.
However the pledge was first published forty years prior in Boston, MA, in celebration of the 400th anniversary of Columbus "discovering" America.
Originally using the words "my flag" instead of "the flag of the United States of America" the change was thought to prevent ambiguity among foreign born nationals, who were often presumed to be thinking of their native flag while reciting the pledge. Racist leanings? Well, the change certainly wasn't put there for the white conservative christian men (who's ancestors incidentally, were not native to North America) already steadfastly attempting to maintain their power (over the very same North America that they, and their families immigrated to) using those exact conservative christian leanings.
On Jun 14th,1954 President Eisenhower had Congress add the phrase "under God" stating that "in this way we are reaffirming the transcendence of religious faith in America's heritage and future; in this way we shall constantly strengthen those spiritual weapons which forever will be our country's most powerful resource in peace and war"
Not that it wasn't blatantly obvious already, but right there is where you can actually visualize hypocrisy, bigotry, racism and cherry picking.
Eisenhower was absolutely obvious in assuming that the entire population of the US should not only be religious, but that they lived only by the teachings of the bible, following only one "god"...the one heralded the white male christian right wing.
How then could there be "Liberty and justice for all"? The answer is short and not quite as sweet.. "There cannot be liberty and justice for all"
Right there with that action Eisenhower negated the beliefs of anyone that didn't tow the religious right wing line.
Not even five years after this action by Eisenhower's Congress, immigration to the US by peoples from Europe decreased, and immigration by peoples from Asia and Latin America increased greatly. Now it should be fairly obvious to anyone that many of those now arriving on the shores of "the land of the free" would be almost certain to have alternate beliefs and faiths. But no. It would appear this change in the origins of those who chose migration has in no way since seemed to persuade the Cis White Misogynist Christian Republicans, that they are out of touch... NOOO siree. Quite the opposite. They ABSOLUTELY refuse to see anything other than what exists in their tiny blinkered god bothering heads, unless of course their bigotry is not helping them to get rich or climb the corporate ladder at some point, in which case they cherry pick bible phrases and the words of others in order to tweak the truth of their immoral bullshit. They also spew what are now widely known as "Alternate facts" whenever they see fit. Previously these were acknowledged as out and out lies.
That said, there is a decline in recent years in the number of those associated with the Moral Majority and they are fast becoming the Moral Minority. Either way their "morals" have always been questionable.
Just the fact that the pledge contains the words "under god" and "with liberty and justice for all" in the same paragraph offers absolute proof that here in modern western society in 2017 there is no "liberty and justice for all" and especially not in Trumps America.
If you are a follower of any other religion than Christian, and although Donald Trump himself is quite obviously not a church going or moral man, you are akin to shit on a shoe...Just ask Mike Pence.
If you are of any other gender than "male" or "female", and this means those genders must have been assigned to you at birth, you are considered at this point in time by the majority of your Republican federal government; a persona non grata. If you are gay, bisexual, gender non conforming, transgender, native american, black, mexican, muslim, jewish, immigrant or descendant thereof.... if you are a woman with aspirations of well paid jobs, a lucrative career, with religious beliefs other than christianity, or someone who is in need of an abortion, contraceptives and other sexual health care....you are in the land of the "free" sure. But the reality of it is that you don't have nearly the same levels of "liberty" and nor will you be considered for anything close to the same levels of justice that republican white christian men have, because in their eyes you are inferior, and they are calling all the shots right now, and they decide who will get what levels of freedoms, liberties, justices and considerations.
If you are reading this you are probably not a hypocritical, misogynistic, lying, racist, bigot who buys their way in and adds a drop of bullying for good measure. It's likely you are also not a cis, white, male, christian, republican.
That being said, now you and your freedoms count for shit and so does pledging your allegiance to a fucking flag.
#womensmarch
#NotmyPresident
#buildbridgesnotwalls
Please note that at no time did I refer to Donald Trump by the title given to him at his inauguration as I feel it would be insulting to the majority of good people who will read this.
KG January 26 January 2017
Friday, September 25, 2015
Stupid, irresponsible, moron
To the totally moronic bitch, in a white Nissan 370z, who let her daughter exit the car, in a lane of moving traffic, outside Wes Hosford school in Sherwood Park, Alberta this am, while there was a GREEN light and moving traffic behind her.
Congratulations you total fucking idiot. You win the crown for the most irresponsible fucking idiot this morning, and that's no easy feat, I tell you.
Not only did you put YOUR child in serious danger, as you let her walk out into what I can only describe as a debacle of traffic... during the school run, but you put other people, their kids and at least 15 other drivers in danger.
Then, you sped off, driving at least 60kms ph, in a school zone of 30kms. Followed by 75kms ph in a 50km zone.
OK, we get it. YOU are so much more important than ANY one else who has a life.
I wonder though, how you would be feeling if the driver behind had only seen the green light, not realizing that your stupid fucking ass was at a full stop, in a moving lane of traffic.
Not only did you let your child exit your (really nice) car, but then you stopped her, in the road.... to talk to her.
NEVER in my life have I seen such a blatant disregard for a life.
Especially that of a young innocent child. Age 8 or so at a guess?
Lady, you deserve a special seat somewhere really secluded for a very long time, to give you time to reflect on your complete fucking stupidity.
Nice blonde hair btw.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Canada Post
This morning I took a super short drive to the Post Office, in order to mail an autographed band tee to my nephew in England.
As usual the service was poor, not a smile in sight, with poor communication to top it. The latter is probably best saved for a separate blog.
I hand over my package, which I just got from a hook in the establishment, only to have it weighed and measured.
It's a tee shirt, how big could it possibly be?
So, the package is....as big as it is. Not a fucking huge surprise really.
But here's the stinger. To mail a medium tee from Canada to England via priority mail, it would cost me almost $65.00! "What the fuck?" Were my precise words. "It's a $20 tee."
"No, I won't pay $65.00" I tell the cashier.
She offers a $10.00 airmail alternative, which will take 2-3 weeks. Really? Is it doing a world tour, because I can fly from Edmonton to Manchester in around 9 hours.
I ask "what else is available?" $7 and change is my last option for land delivery. I pay and I am immediately informed of the 7-8 weeks it may take to arrive...
I'm going to presume a tortoise is taking it to Halifax, where it will be passed to an ageing lobster, who will swim with it to Scotland, where a Haggis will take it as far as Hadrians Wall, at which point it will transfer to a sheep from North Yorkshire.
Who ever heard of such bullshit?
My nephew will love the tee regardless, but I'd love to see an explanation for the logistics involved in the delivery of mail by CP. I'm hearing more bad reviews as time goes on and this is the gooey, runny shit colored icing on the burned Victoria Sponge.
ARSE
KG 22/7/15
Thursday, June 4, 2015
The Cortisol Connection
The Cortisol Connection.
Why is it so fucking difficult for Drs to understand the Endocrine System?
They seem to have a handle on the skeleto-muscualr system and the digestive system.
These people are Medical Professionals with at least 4 years of University education.
The caring profession.
Folk that signed up to take care of their fellow people.
Members of an elite, who swore an oath to uphold certain standards of healing.
It doesn't go unnoticed that college students studying a simple Anatomy & Physiology class learn Endocrinology on a daily basis and appear to have a firm grasp of the concept that, if one of your hormones is doing a funky dance, out of whack, or playing hooky, the rest will certainly follow suit.
Hell, the general public is well aware of roid rage. Wrestlers and body builders the world over get it. Remember that skinny kid in your class at school that bulked up to look like a lumpy pillow and went off the rails? You see, even you can tell when a persons endocrine system is freaking out.
And we all have that one Auntie with a fat belly, skinny legs and a beard, right?
So why in the name of Chris Benoit can Drs not put insulin and cortisol together and make Cushings Disease?
What is so difficult about measuring some thyroid hormones, finding them too low and treating the patient with a similar animal hormone, instead of giving them some chemically produced synthetic pill from a pharmaceutical company, that only contains a part of what needs replacing? They readily treat diabetes with pig Insulin....
Why, if a lady is exhibiting signs and symptoms of Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome, and has a five o’clock shadow more impressive than Sidney Crosbys Stanley Cup Final play off beard, and pustules the size of skittles, can we not then diagnose their PCOS and give this lady the care, attention and treatment they need, instead of telling her she is fat, lazy and needs to shave?
Why does the size of a persons dorsocervical fat pad (yes it has a real name, it's not just a hump) need to be out of range of sight and just how many 100's of lbs does one need to gain (without changing their routine or diet, while going inexplicably bald, and becoming emotionally unstable) before a Dr, who you are paying for out of your taxes, will allow you to piss in a plastic bottle to let someone else dip a testing strip in it, so as to test for Cushings disease?
Is all of this happening because pharmaceutical companies don’t pay Drs to do test for these illnesses?
It sure as hell seems that way.
Or maybe it's because Fibromyalgia, which has no specific cause, and no scientific explanation, is so much easier to diagnose and can be treated with a cocktail of drugs, offered to Drs, with a nice little pay off, by the pharmaceutical companies?
Very likely.
Indeed, it takes an average of five years worth of wrong diagnosis, for the average person to get a correct diagnosis in regard to an endocrine illness, other than diabetes. Test after test, after repeat test. You'll likely get a bunch of false positives too. For certain you will get prescriptions of this pain medication, that anti-depressant and the other sleeping pill along the way, doled out readily and steadily.
And along the way you are certain to get at least one diagnosis of depression, but you will not need to visit to a mental health Dr. You will constantly be told you are fat and lazy, but won't need to see a dietitian. And you'll get at least two fibromyalgia diagnosis requiring absolutely no physical, no urine testing and no blood work....
I'm special. I have fibromyalgia three times!
Maybe someone with a PHD can explain it better, and give me another prescription for some medication I don’t need while they do so, because from where I am sitting It just makes absolutely no fucking sense.
Or maybe I’m just depressed, with fibromyalgia and a side of brain fog......
Karen Graham HNC June 4 2014
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
The school run
Since we moved house, I have been driving my daughter to school and back daily. Every morning I use the word cunt at least five times on said run.
I really need to have her video the mornings fiascos, because honestly it boggles the mind.
Today was a PRIME example of how not to drive, and asking; "HOW THE FUCK, did you get a license?"
On one section of the road we use, (and what I'm describing here is a four minute drive total. No more, no less) there is an access road leading from to some seniors apartments. Access for them only, and they can only drive in one lane. It's used by others as a shortcut, but they can just as easily go the other way. It adds a whole 30 seconds to their journey.
Of course, this morning there were three builders trucks parked on this road, so I had a total of three half asleep, not ever awake seniors drive right towards me, in my lane. You can bet your arse I'm cunting now, loud and fast.
So I continue to drive and I get to the intersection of the roundabout (traffic circle) where I stop to give way to teens crossing for school. Then I have Mrs Fucking Stupid Cunt stop, on the circle, with three vehicles behind her, to let me out. I wave her on seething, only to see her pull up right away to let her kid out in the middle of the road. He gets out, dithers for a second an then scrambles back in. They drive off and go into the school parking lot, where there is a DROP OFF zone. While this is occurring another woman has pulled over at the side of the circle, to dump her teen off.
This is all taking place on a legal roadway, and it happens EVERY day.
I'm at a loss. There are traffic cops (RCMP) around here every afternoon, but never a one in the am. Likely because they are all at Tim Hortons, chowing and gassing! (Eating and Drinking)
About a month ago, I followed one of the aforementioned seniors. She actually stopped on a through road to let out a guy waiting at an intersection (T junction). I almost hit her up the ass, but I managed to avoid doing so, even though I was having a WHAT THE FUCK?? moment. Then again at the roundabout, she stopped mid way around in the flow of traffic, to let a person waiting to go around, get into the flow. He declined her kind offer, with his mouth wide open, shaking his head!
Now I know, they are a little confusing, but once you are in the circle, you have the right of way.
Similarly, if someone is waiting at an intersection to get out, and you are on a road with no markings, other than to separate either side, you need to keep fucking going.
Generally, this stops the vehicle behind you ramming up your tail end!
I swear my blood pressure is high every time I get home after the school run in the morning.
I need a beer!!
KG Headbangerwoman 2015 Jan 14
Monday, January 12, 2015
Tips for driving in icy conditions
How I am laughing right now.
I just went to www.theweathernetwork.com to see if we in the Great White North are getting a warm up. It seems we are, but that is not why I am pissing in my large lady knickers.
Noo, the reason I'm deliriously dribbling, is a link for tips on driving in icy conditions.
Is it really necessary? Really? Come on, if you can't drive in icy conditions, especially in Canada or the Mid-West, you should get the fuck out of your car and walk.
Here is what you need to know about driving in icy conditions.
1: If it's dark, put your fucking lights on
2: Slow the fuck down
3: Stop fucking texting
3.5: Slow down more than you just did
4: Don't attempt to stop two feet away from a red light. It's not going to fucking happen
In all honesty, I'd just advise you to sit the fuck down on the couch, eat pizza and drink a beer.
OK, you have a very, very small chance of choking to death, or suffering a nasty case of alcohol poisoning, but you are cutting out the possibility of getting T-boned by all the other cunts that don't know how to drive in icy conditions!
Stay Safe. Stay Home!
Headbangerwoman KG 2015 Jan 12
Saturday, January 10, 2015
How Cleo almost killed the Christmas spirit!!
Another vaguely mentioned story in my 2014 Year of The Cunt post, was the one about the Senior lady with a hand full of items, who was behind me in my line at a checkout.
I'd been standing at the checkout for a while. It was probably six days prior to Christmas Day, and the grocery store wasn't ridiculously busy, but it was steady.
Actually, this is a story of two women because I'd just started to unpack my fairly full cart, when a busy body looking woman, all short and glasses, almost knocked me sideways in her urgency to get through the line. "I'm just waiting for someone" she informs me. I look up as I continue to unpack... "and my friend will be a while, but that line is shorter", she indicated to the next line, where there were two people already lined up behind the person being served. "Why don't you go there and I'll just take your spot?" Really fucktard? I know that I may not always be the sharpest tool in the box, but really? "I'm good," I assured her, as she bumbled off muttering under her breath.
Not even a minuted had lapsed, and up came lady number two. She stood quietly behind me, but as I glanced at her, I noticed she had only five or so things in her hands. "You should go first," I said.
Obviously, she moved by me at the speed of light!
I felt all warm and tingly.... for a whole half a minute. Then I look up again, and there it is; a mini meltdown is being had by the lady I just let through. The checkout lady, who serves me frequently, looked up apologetically, and then turned back to the wrath of the snarky senior. "How could this be happening?," I asked myself, "I just let this lady go before me, and here she is holding me, and now the couple behind me up!" I start polite banter with the couple behind. We are all slightly disgruntled, but become more and more amused, as we realized that this woman is arguing the price of a bag of chipits! Yes, she is disputing approximately two dollars, on one bag of chocolate chips. Now I could understand this, if she appeared homeless, or less affluent. But this particularly tight bitch is dripping in gold and fur, and iis wearing more make-up than the corpse of Cleopatra.
I heard the checkout lady ask her again and again, "what aisle were they in?" as the reply came "they were over there," as Cleo waves her hand randomly in the direction of, well the entire store!
This continued for a good five minutes, back and forth, and eventually the poor employee headed off in the direction of the bakery aisle.
She came back quite quickly, and did actually reduce the price, but all in vain. Now Cleo wanted the bag for free. She was checked out, and in a flurry and a hurry, headed off to Customer Service where she was going "to demand I get them for free because of all the inconvenience."
What a shame that had to happen, because I will never let someone cut in again. I don't care if they have one item with the price tag set in stone, in three feet high numbers! I was here first, and you can wait in line, just like I did!
This has to be one reason why the youth of today do not respect their elders. Because the elders are disrespectful assholes.
How do you teach something that is long forgotten, and never practised?
That woman glanced at me once during the whole fiasco, and gave me a pained smirk. But she knew precisely what she was going to do, and whether in front or behind me, would have been every bit as frightful, annoying, rude and goddamn disrespectful.
2014 sure was The year of The Cunt!
Happy New Year!
Headbangerwoman KG Jan 10 2015
I'd been standing at the checkout for a while. It was probably six days prior to Christmas Day, and the grocery store wasn't ridiculously busy, but it was steady.
Actually, this is a story of two women because I'd just started to unpack my fairly full cart, when a busy body looking woman, all short and glasses, almost knocked me sideways in her urgency to get through the line. "I'm just waiting for someone" she informs me. I look up as I continue to unpack... "and my friend will be a while, but that line is shorter", she indicated to the next line, where there were two people already lined up behind the person being served. "Why don't you go there and I'll just take your spot?" Really fucktard? I know that I may not always be the sharpest tool in the box, but really? "I'm good," I assured her, as she bumbled off muttering under her breath.
Not even a minuted had lapsed, and up came lady number two. She stood quietly behind me, but as I glanced at her, I noticed she had only five or so things in her hands. "You should go first," I said.
Obviously, she moved by me at the speed of light!
I felt all warm and tingly.... for a whole half a minute. Then I look up again, and there it is; a mini meltdown is being had by the lady I just let through. The checkout lady, who serves me frequently, looked up apologetically, and then turned back to the wrath of the snarky senior. "How could this be happening?," I asked myself, "I just let this lady go before me, and here she is holding me, and now the couple behind me up!" I start polite banter with the couple behind. We are all slightly disgruntled, but become more and more amused, as we realized that this woman is arguing the price of a bag of chipits! Yes, she is disputing approximately two dollars, on one bag of chocolate chips. Now I could understand this, if she appeared homeless, or less affluent. But this particularly tight bitch is dripping in gold and fur, and iis wearing more make-up than the corpse of Cleopatra.
I heard the checkout lady ask her again and again, "what aisle were they in?" as the reply came "they were over there," as Cleo waves her hand randomly in the direction of, well the entire store!
This continued for a good five minutes, back and forth, and eventually the poor employee headed off in the direction of the bakery aisle.
She came back quite quickly, and did actually reduce the price, but all in vain. Now Cleo wanted the bag for free. She was checked out, and in a flurry and a hurry, headed off to Customer Service where she was going "to demand I get them for free because of all the inconvenience."
What a shame that had to happen, because I will never let someone cut in again. I don't care if they have one item with the price tag set in stone, in three feet high numbers! I was here first, and you can wait in line, just like I did!
This has to be one reason why the youth of today do not respect their elders. Because the elders are disrespectful assholes.
How do you teach something that is long forgotten, and never practised?
That woman glanced at me once during the whole fiasco, and gave me a pained smirk. But she knew precisely what she was going to do, and whether in front or behind me, would have been every bit as frightful, annoying, rude and goddamn disrespectful.
2014 sure was The year of The Cunt!
Happy New Year!
Headbangerwoman KG Jan 10 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
Overflow. Oversight?
In August 2014, we bought a new/old house. New to us, older than our last house.
We love it. The size, the layout, and the location. The beautiful yard, and the abundance of birds.
But it seems we were duped by the seller somewhat, as I mentioned in my last post. We expected to do a few upgrades, we could see what they were, and we had the budget. However, some things were not as visible! Which is not what the seller attested to at the sale! NO latent defects, he stated!
My neighbour filled me in on details of the people we purchased from a few months after we took posession, but we felt the full force of their sheer cuntness on the last day of November, 2014!
After a fab day shopping and doing the family thing, we returned home, exhausted. No sooner than she had retreated to her basement, did my daughter come running up the stairs, yelling and screaming "there's water pouring in through the fucking light fitting!"
Yes she was swearing, as was I when I saw the fucking mess. Literally, there was water pissing in throught the light fitting in the ceiling, and it wasn't long before it was pissing in through another light fitting, all over the ceiling, down the wall, under the drywall, and under, and over the carpet.
This was first discovered at 8.45pm. By 11pm the entire 1200 square feet of the basement was affected somehow..
After a few frantic calls, and what seemed like a decade, a clean up crew arrived at midnight.. and didn't leave until 5am! The same crew, plus a few more were back at 8.30am! They ripped the whole place apart, sucked up the massive puddle that was the floor, boxed up our belongings, and cleaned up as best they could.
My plumber popped by and fixed the burst pipe the next day, so we were waterless overnight.
But he put her to bed for $500, and in just under two hours.
The follow up included industrial fans a-blaring for an entire week, 24/7, and dehumidifyers sucking the water from my fish bowls, as they did their best to suck the water from my walls and floor!
Carpet was ripped up, drywall was cut out and tossed. Belongings that were only unpacked weeks before due to our move, were packed back up and shipped out.
My childs bedroom was unusable, so she had to sleep on a lumpy sofa bed upstairs for two weeks. While she was re homed, the weight of the boxes that had been stored in her closet, caused the shelf and hanging rail to rip out of the wall and break her closet doors.
Now she is back in her room, but still surrounded by boxes, until that hiccup is fixed!
A total fucking fiasco of complete strangers in and out daily, checking this and measuring that.
Of course, we had just booked a little Christmas break a few days before shit hit and fans fanned, and we had also booked a kitchen installation, which now won't happen until February, because I don't have a place to store the cabinetry until the contractor is available!
And you know why all this happened? This all happened because Mr Jim'll Fix It (his name really is Jim), the incompetent fat cunt who sold us the house, couldn't be bothered to insulate the outside tap, and put a grill in the ceiling for winter shut off access. He just couldn't spare the extra pennies (literally less than $50), and 15 minutes of his time, to make sure the house was protected from frost.
He managed his cigarette habit with ease, mind you.
What adds oomph is that while the rebuild has been going on, we have discovered that Mr Fat Incompetent Cunt had left live electrical wires hanging in the ceiling space, right near water pipes, he had exhausted a bathroom fan into a closet, he didn't cut a hole in the siding when he re did it, for the central vac to get air, and he failed to hook up the furnace to the outside. Preferring the ceiling cavity!!
I could have paid for 20 inspectors prior to my home purchase and not a thing would have shown up.
Of course, this is the same cock that installed an electrical socket, and then put a toilet (at an noticable angle) directly in front of it, so it's totally unusable. So none of this should surprise me really. But what it does, is make me doubt humanity just that little bit more. It makes me realize that you go out of your way for others, and often they will fuck you sideways in the ass, wiggle a little, and then smile about it!!
Well cunt, not this time. Your ass fucking days are over.
Karma drives a Toyota Tacoma, watches Botched, and listens to Slayer!
I have a great insurance company, that have supplied me with fabulous contractors, and we will shortly be back to normal below grade.
But it has been one hell of a disrupted winter, and with some -40c temperatures, a tad chilly here and there!
Karen G, Headbangerwoman Jan 9 2015
We love it. The size, the layout, and the location. The beautiful yard, and the abundance of birds.
But it seems we were duped by the seller somewhat, as I mentioned in my last post. We expected to do a few upgrades, we could see what they were, and we had the budget. However, some things were not as visible! Which is not what the seller attested to at the sale! NO latent defects, he stated!
My neighbour filled me in on details of the people we purchased from a few months after we took posession, but we felt the full force of their sheer cuntness on the last day of November, 2014!
After a fab day shopping and doing the family thing, we returned home, exhausted. No sooner than she had retreated to her basement, did my daughter come running up the stairs, yelling and screaming "there's water pouring in through the fucking light fitting!"
Yes she was swearing, as was I when I saw the fucking mess. Literally, there was water pissing in throught the light fitting in the ceiling, and it wasn't long before it was pissing in through another light fitting, all over the ceiling, down the wall, under the drywall, and under, and over the carpet.
This was first discovered at 8.45pm. By 11pm the entire 1200 square feet of the basement was affected somehow..
After a few frantic calls, and what seemed like a decade, a clean up crew arrived at midnight.. and didn't leave until 5am! The same crew, plus a few more were back at 8.30am! They ripped the whole place apart, sucked up the massive puddle that was the floor, boxed up our belongings, and cleaned up as best they could.
My plumber popped by and fixed the burst pipe the next day, so we were waterless overnight.
But he put her to bed for $500, and in just under two hours.
The follow up included industrial fans a-blaring for an entire week, 24/7, and dehumidifyers sucking the water from my fish bowls, as they did their best to suck the water from my walls and floor!
Carpet was ripped up, drywall was cut out and tossed. Belongings that were only unpacked weeks before due to our move, were packed back up and shipped out.
My childs bedroom was unusable, so she had to sleep on a lumpy sofa bed upstairs for two weeks. While she was re homed, the weight of the boxes that had been stored in her closet, caused the shelf and hanging rail to rip out of the wall and break her closet doors.
Now she is back in her room, but still surrounded by boxes, until that hiccup is fixed!
A total fucking fiasco of complete strangers in and out daily, checking this and measuring that.
Of course, we had just booked a little Christmas break a few days before shit hit and fans fanned, and we had also booked a kitchen installation, which now won't happen until February, because I don't have a place to store the cabinetry until the contractor is available!
And you know why all this happened? This all happened because Mr Jim'll Fix It (his name really is Jim), the incompetent fat cunt who sold us the house, couldn't be bothered to insulate the outside tap, and put a grill in the ceiling for winter shut off access. He just couldn't spare the extra pennies (literally less than $50), and 15 minutes of his time, to make sure the house was protected from frost.
He managed his cigarette habit with ease, mind you.
What adds oomph is that while the rebuild has been going on, we have discovered that Mr Fat Incompetent Cunt had left live electrical wires hanging in the ceiling space, right near water pipes, he had exhausted a bathroom fan into a closet, he didn't cut a hole in the siding when he re did it, for the central vac to get air, and he failed to hook up the furnace to the outside. Preferring the ceiling cavity!!
I could have paid for 20 inspectors prior to my home purchase and not a thing would have shown up.
Of course, this is the same cock that installed an electrical socket, and then put a toilet (at an noticable angle) directly in front of it, so it's totally unusable. So none of this should surprise me really. But what it does, is make me doubt humanity just that little bit more. It makes me realize that you go out of your way for others, and often they will fuck you sideways in the ass, wiggle a little, and then smile about it!!
Well cunt, not this time. Your ass fucking days are over.
Karma drives a Toyota Tacoma, watches Botched, and listens to Slayer!
I have a great insurance company, that have supplied me with fabulous contractors, and we will shortly be back to normal below grade.
But it has been one hell of a disrupted winter, and with some -40c temperatures, a tad chilly here and there!
Karen G, Headbangerwoman Jan 9 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
2014. Year of the Cunt.
Technically, the Case Manager at my insurance company was a cunt in 2013, because that was when she told me that my insurance would stop. But it didn't cease until 2014, so I carried her bitch ass over.
Celtic Management were cunts from 2010-2014, so that counts. They were consistent cunts too, which is always a plus.
There was the older lady in the grocery store, just before Christmas. She only had a few items, compared to my cart full, so I let her go in front of me. Unfortunately, she was a cunt. She spent ten minutes arguing the price of a bag of chipits, followed by more time trying to explain to the exasperated checkout assistant where they were in the store. Then she spent more time trying to get a price reduction. She headed off to customer service to attempt to get them free after all that.
This woman was dripping in jewelry, make-up and fur!
TD Mortgages were cunts for offering me a mortgage at 3% higher than the company I eventually went with. Also, the mortgage advisor at TD is a cunt in her own right, because she opened a file for me, and was then MIA for two months, leaving no access to my file!
Yet another one of my family almost topped the list for cunt of the year in 2014. You never really know someone, seemingly. Oh well, you live and learn!
However this person was topped by a big fat cunt, we'll get to him!
A person that I thought was family, not just a friend, got her ass on my cunt list in August. Narcissism and addiction caused her to blow her entire life out of proportion. She blocked me on Facebook. Yes, you know it's bad if Facebook blocks you!! There has been no other contact since that.
I haven't missed her either, so it just goes to show! Cunt.
Riteway Movers, Edmonton. CUNTS, the lot of them. Not only did they grossly misquote me. They then wanted me to move a bunch of my own items, that they couldn't fit in the truck.
Then they threw the entire contents of my china cabinet into a box, without wrapping a single item!
They packed paint spray in boxes clearly marked NO SPRAY paint, which then exploded all over my freshly decorated basement, and my designer sandals from Spain. They moved boxes which I had marked garbage, and brought them along for the ride!
They also gouged holes in the walls of the house we were selling, with furniture that they couldn't be bothered to dis-assemble, and continued that trend into my new house. Coming to me later and telling me that "those marks were already there."
Of course you get the daily driving cunts, cunts in grocery stores, customer service cunts, and the like. But there has ultimately got to be a winner!
CUNT (or cunts) of the year goes jointly to one Jim Klein and his wife Angela. They sold me a house that seemingly had more holes than a tea strainer. Holes in gas lines, flooring, siding, sinks, and did I mention the fucking hole in the water pipe that burst on 30 November, causing my entire basement to flood? All hidden or concealed.
Of course Jimmy boy had also failed to put an access hatch, insulation, or a stop tap anywhere close to the pipe when he reno'ed, so he did us a real favour.
I have to mention the electrical outlet that he put behind a toilet cistern in the family bathroom, just because it really is a WTF moment every time I shit!
No sooner had we unpacked after our move in August, than we were packing shit up again!
If anyone who knows this cunt sees him, they should tell him to redirect his fucking mail too.
He hasn't done that yet, and he moved out in July 2014! What a cunt!
Headbangerwoman Jan 7 2015
Celtic Management were cunts from 2010-2014, so that counts. They were consistent cunts too, which is always a plus.
There was the older lady in the grocery store, just before Christmas. She only had a few items, compared to my cart full, so I let her go in front of me. Unfortunately, she was a cunt. She spent ten minutes arguing the price of a bag of chipits, followed by more time trying to explain to the exasperated checkout assistant where they were in the store. Then she spent more time trying to get a price reduction. She headed off to customer service to attempt to get them free after all that.
This woman was dripping in jewelry, make-up and fur!
TD Mortgages were cunts for offering me a mortgage at 3% higher than the company I eventually went with. Also, the mortgage advisor at TD is a cunt in her own right, because she opened a file for me, and was then MIA for two months, leaving no access to my file!
Yet another one of my family almost topped the list for cunt of the year in 2014. You never really know someone, seemingly. Oh well, you live and learn!
However this person was topped by a big fat cunt, we'll get to him!
A person that I thought was family, not just a friend, got her ass on my cunt list in August. Narcissism and addiction caused her to blow her entire life out of proportion. She blocked me on Facebook. Yes, you know it's bad if Facebook blocks you!! There has been no other contact since that.
I haven't missed her either, so it just goes to show! Cunt.
Riteway Movers, Edmonton. CUNTS, the lot of them. Not only did they grossly misquote me. They then wanted me to move a bunch of my own items, that they couldn't fit in the truck.
Then they threw the entire contents of my china cabinet into a box, without wrapping a single item!
They packed paint spray in boxes clearly marked NO SPRAY paint, which then exploded all over my freshly decorated basement, and my designer sandals from Spain. They moved boxes which I had marked garbage, and brought them along for the ride!
They also gouged holes in the walls of the house we were selling, with furniture that they couldn't be bothered to dis-assemble, and continued that trend into my new house. Coming to me later and telling me that "those marks were already there."
Of course you get the daily driving cunts, cunts in grocery stores, customer service cunts, and the like. But there has ultimately got to be a winner!
CUNT (or cunts) of the year goes jointly to one Jim Klein and his wife Angela. They sold me a house that seemingly had more holes than a tea strainer. Holes in gas lines, flooring, siding, sinks, and did I mention the fucking hole in the water pipe that burst on 30 November, causing my entire basement to flood? All hidden or concealed.
Of course Jimmy boy had also failed to put an access hatch, insulation, or a stop tap anywhere close to the pipe when he reno'ed, so he did us a real favour.
I have to mention the electrical outlet that he put behind a toilet cistern in the family bathroom, just because it really is a WTF moment every time I shit!
No sooner had we unpacked after our move in August, than we were packing shit up again!
If anyone who knows this cunt sees him, they should tell him to redirect his fucking mail too.
He hasn't done that yet, and he moved out in July 2014! What a cunt!
Headbangerwoman Jan 7 2015
Table for Ten?
So, it had been a long day, in fact a long few days.
My Husband had taken us off to Las Vegas for our Christmas gift 2014, and for the last evening he thought he would like to visit the Wolfgang Puck restaurant, at The Venetian/Palazzo.
Of course his hearing is a little off, so I get to make the call, cough and all!
I call reception and ask "Could I book a table for two at the Wolfgang Puck restaurant please?"
The answer came politely, "Which one Mrs Graham?"
Hmm, is she joshing me? "The one by the shops," I say. I'm presuming she knows where I mean. She does work here after all!
"Well, there is more than one Wolfgang Puck establishment," she informs me.
"Oh, ok, I didn't realize," I answer, feeling like a tiny bit of a tit by now.
"Is it Table 10?" she requests! I pause, "No, like I said, it's a table for two!"
I can almost hear the stifled guffaw, as she tells me, "No, Table 10 is the name of the establishment."
By now, my husband is rolling around on the couch reciting Monty Python sketches, and suggesting I just wrote another one!
"...you know' I think I'll leave it for now," I say politely, as I hang up the phone, flustered and perspiring like a Grand national Filly.
Thank God for Gordon Ramsays Steak, and his Lobster Wellington!
Next time, Wolfgang. Next time!
KG Headbangerwoman Jan 7 2015
My Husband had taken us off to Las Vegas for our Christmas gift 2014, and for the last evening he thought he would like to visit the Wolfgang Puck restaurant, at The Venetian/Palazzo.
Of course his hearing is a little off, so I get to make the call, cough and all!
I call reception and ask "Could I book a table for two at the Wolfgang Puck restaurant please?"
The answer came politely, "Which one Mrs Graham?"
Hmm, is she joshing me? "The one by the shops," I say. I'm presuming she knows where I mean. She does work here after all!
"Well, there is more than one Wolfgang Puck establishment," she informs me.
"Oh, ok, I didn't realize," I answer, feeling like a tiny bit of a tit by now.
"Is it Table 10?" she requests! I pause, "No, like I said, it's a table for two!"
I can almost hear the stifled guffaw, as she tells me, "No, Table 10 is the name of the establishment."
By now, my husband is rolling around on the couch reciting Monty Python sketches, and suggesting I just wrote another one!
"...you know' I think I'll leave it for now," I say politely, as I hang up the phone, flustered and perspiring like a Grand national Filly.
Thank God for Gordon Ramsays Steak, and his Lobster Wellington!
Next time, Wolfgang. Next time!
KG Headbangerwoman Jan 7 2015
Monday, June 9, 2014
Fucking Facebook Whingers
Join a Fucking Forum, Facebook Whingers
I am hoping that this is the last time I write about this.
Yes; I know all about freedom of speech. I know we are all entitled to our opinion. I know that you sometimes feel sick.
But really? You need to take to Facebook and repetitively reveal that you are sneezing. You have a cold. Your stomach hates you, or that you have a fucking paper cut?
In the past two years, two very good friends of mine, both of whom had Facebook accounts, died. They had cancer, and very rarely, if ever, did they whine, whinge, moan and complain about it on social media.
They knew what it meant to live. To enjoy life. To have fun.
Recently I deleted a bunch of people from my Facebook friends list. I didn't care to see how much weight they had lost. I don't give a shit that they are supporting Kleenex single handedly, and I really don't care if you have got a fucking itchy rash on your arse crack.
I live away from my family. My choice. But Facebook is my main means of keeping in touch. If you are my friend on Facebook then I like you. We are friends. However, if you are constantly moaning griping and being a self effacing cunt, and it shows up on my Facebook feed you will be deleted.
I will call you out on it first though. YUP. Name and shame.
Here's why;
I am chronically ill. For the past three years I have been in chronic pain. I am chronically fatigued, I have gained weight, my hair has fallen out and my skin and nails are flaky. I can't breath and I have a lot of infections.
I have developed chronic allergic asthma and was diagnosed hypothyroid from Hashimotos, also with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. My social life has been awful and I spend a lot of time resting and sleeping. I take a bucket load of medications and I visit many Drs.
However, I don't require constant attention, negative or positive from people. Therefore I don't discuss my personal health issues on Facebook. Neither do my friends with similar ailments and conditions. OK, we all have an outburst now and again, but I have had one (ex) friend complain about a different ailment every day for four consecutive days. Even though she was away on a trip with her husband, at the time.
Another moaned relentlessly about her health, family and work. I mean relentlessly. Day in day out. Woe is me.
Well I've had e fucking nough. I'm done, I won't tolerate it any more. The day has come. Each time I see a whinger, and to be honest I think I've fucked most of them off, they will be deleted.
Not unfollowed. NOPE SIREE, just plain old deleted. I don't need the negativity. I try to stay positive, it makes me feel better.
So, bear that in mind you griping pieces of shit. I've come to the end of my rope.
Feel better. You pathetic twats.
KG Headbangerwoman 2014
KG Headbangerwoman 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Faking It
Do fake accents bother you?
This was the question posed by Lochlin Cross, drive-time announcer on 100.3 The Bear yesterday, for his locker room discussion.
As Cross and I had been discussing this back and forth on Twitter and Facebook prior to the FB posed question, in good humour I might add, because the fake Irish and Scottish accents had been driving me crazy, advertising on the radio all day. I was mildly amused when another Bear listener posted that she liked to do a "British or Cockney accent."
I then posted
"LMAO.
Britain is a collection of Countries. Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, and England.
Britain as a whole has no accent.
Cockney is a regional dialect from a part of London, specifically.
Like Cornish, Geordie or Glaswegian. (Google them)
Each County has several dialects. A county is a region in England. There are many.
Also, it's Paddy. Not Patty. Patty is a slab of beef on a bun. Or a bap, depending on
your region!
Paddy is an Irish fella."
My cell phone was on the fritz and the Northern part of Northern Ireland disappeared! But to the poster who chose to point out that Ireland (The Republic of and Northern, were in fact a seperate island than the rest of Britain and Southern Ireland is not a part of it) thanks, my Dad was from Ireland and I did well in Geography class at school...in England!
I personally don't think that there is anything particularly offensive about my post. OK, I laughed at the beginning, but as I already explained, I was having an amusing back and forth with the host prior. Also, I had to make it fairly simple as I'm quite sure no-one gets it unless they actually live there!
Just how simple is up for discussion. I'm not sure the hurlers of muck, shit and compost were quite ready for their lesson!
However ready, poster Roxy FluffyBomb and her posse of abusive girlfriends seemed to think it was OK, to come at me. So, now I'm an asshat and three people agree. What the fuck is an asshat anyway? When have you ever seen a person with a hat actually on their ass? Do you know what an actually prick you sound, when you try to insult someone with a non expletive?
Then I'm a bitch. On top of which, I'm a whiny crybaby. Well I've never been called a bitch before. Really, that is the best you can muster? The University of Alberta must be so proud of you Jo Ziggy! By the way, less people agree that I'm a bitch. You might want to call them out on it!
Now as a person who writes as a hobby, I decided to look into the people that were hurling abuse. You cannot imagine what I found?
A beautiful native lady, with a great talent for art, and a student (or employee) at the University of Alberta. Someone with a fairly high degree of education!
WOW. I was taken aback. Make your own judgements there. I have no words.
However, I am going to say is this; Firstly, I have never seen people, trolls or otherwise, jump on a person so quickly for merely pointing out some facts that they were unaware of. By the way, giving them an option to correct the fact that they they can speak British or Cockney and therefore making themselves look less like a total twat.
Was it Forrest Gump that said "A twat is as a twat does"? No, my bad, that was me, just now.
Secondly where is the respect people? Just where? Surely live debate in it's purest form is a way to learn and indeed educate those around you. If the first thing you say to someone is "You are an asshat", it bodes not well for the rest of your day, or life.
I named you in this article because you are two of the most disrespectful and ignorant people I ever had the displeasure of coming across. There have been a few more.
As I pointed out at the time of the discussion, my daughter is a friend of mine on Facebook. How am I supposed to teach her respect when disrespecting dick heads like you two are on the internet being abusive to people you don't know, have never met, and would likely learn a lot from if you were to ever meet? I'm guessing that both of you think online bullying is OK and I should give free reign to my daughter, to just randomly be abusive to people online, because they said something she didn't like, or agree with?
I'm not playing victim here. I'm older and wiser than that. I take the high road, while you two pathetic excuses for human beings wallow in the shit you dug up for yourselves. I only hope that you are savvy enough, (yet I highly doubt that) to realize that your disgusting behaviour is out there for all to see and it comes back and bites you hard on the arse.
That's a British word.
If, like some posters to the discussion thread later on, you had pointed out that you felt I was wrong, or even arrogant, I would have probably apologized. I'm decent like that.
But that train has left the station and is on the return journey.
Shut your North and South, you don't have to have a Bull and Cow about trivial shit, so stick it up your Khyber Pass!
This angry blog was written especially for my friend Rudi, who has a South African accent, but not an African accent on the whole. He may have a touch of an Australian accent in there too!
I wrote this in a mix of a Lincolnshire accent, which is a region/County of England and has many dialects and Albertan, Canadian, EH!
KG 11 March 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Facebook, moaning fuck!
If you are indeed my friend on Facebook, I probably like you. Or at least I used to like you. But I like you less with every passing day. You make me squirm, you cause me to clench my knuckles, my teeth, jesus I'm even butt clenching. I wanted to pass the time, have a chit chat, do some small talking. What do I get instead? A moaning, whiny fucker. Someone who just sneezed, had to blow their nose. A person who requires that they report every sodding banal, inane lb. of their latest attempt at weight loss. A person who apparently has never seen rain, wind or fucking snow before. You are a person who is so ridiculously co-dependent on your boy/girl friend you need to post bitstrip after bitstrip about it.
Are you really such an attention whore that you must report every single snot laced second of your recent cold? Must I really look at your carbohydrate starved, calorie controlled plate of tomatoes. If you insist upon producing another "couples in love" picture, can you first give a thought to the people who are alone, have lost a loved one, or are just plain sick of your grinning faces.
You live for the comments that follow your latest post about your pain, suffering and inconvenienced life.
These people don't see the real you. Just a persona.
I'm here to correspond, communicate, laugh and learn. Not to carry the burden of your failed whimsicle dietry habits and failure to retain a lasting relationship with another person.
I really don't give a flying fuck about your seasonal ailment, or the fact that you have stomach pain and indigestion.
The weather changes daily, here there and everywhere and if I need to see a forecast; there's an app for that.
Please, pause before you post. You are invading my space, messing with my mood.
If you fuck with my day again I'm deleting your gripy ass.
This blog was brought to you by chronic pain and nasal congestion.
KG 2014
Are you really such an attention whore that you must report every single snot laced second of your recent cold? Must I really look at your carbohydrate starved, calorie controlled plate of tomatoes. If you insist upon producing another "couples in love" picture, can you first give a thought to the people who are alone, have lost a loved one, or are just plain sick of your grinning faces.
You live for the comments that follow your latest post about your pain, suffering and inconvenienced life.
These people don't see the real you. Just a persona.
I'm here to correspond, communicate, laugh and learn. Not to carry the burden of your failed whimsicle dietry habits and failure to retain a lasting relationship with another person.
I really don't give a flying fuck about your seasonal ailment, or the fact that you have stomach pain and indigestion.
The weather changes daily, here there and everywhere and if I need to see a forecast; there's an app for that.
Please, pause before you post. You are invading my space, messing with my mood.
If you fuck with my day again I'm deleting your gripy ass.
This blog was brought to you by chronic pain and nasal congestion.
KG 2014
Monday, October 21, 2013
To those it may concern....POLLS
Premier Alison Redford is the top politician in Alberta.
It says so on her Facebook page.
Earlier today I visited that page, only to find that The Premier of Alberta is wishing well the electoral nominees to Council today, probably just to make herself look good and not because she cares a toss.
Why is it necessary though, when a comment is made by the top dog, for all manner of schmoozing, vile, brown nosing nobodies to agree with her every goddam post on there and for them to then dis and badmouth anyone who disagrees.
I didn't vote for Alison and I never will. I don't agree with her politics, morals (or lack thereof) and constant side shifting. BUT, I don't go onto the page of the politician I did vote for and wish them an "uninterrupted Thanksgiving" or try and smokescreen something someone else has said, by listing the daily movements of an adversary.
It's a passing comment you fucking moron. I don't care what Danielle Smith husband is doing, it's TOTALLY irrelevant to this thread. NO, I won't google it and nor should you. You should stay current and reply to these posted comments in a way that enhances the conversation or offers a real opinion.
Alison Redford is the Premier of Alberta. She makes sure you know that at every given turn. But she is not Premier because of my vote. She is likely there because thousands of ignorant bastards choose not to set foot out the door and put a cross in the box. This unfortunately aids to vote in wealthy, conniving members of an old boys network, that are in it for the networking, bonuses and expense accounts. It sees them make their own rules and break the laws of the land. It is shameful and sickening, but really, you think it is necessary to kneel down to these arrogant bullshitters online to make yourself feel important?
Alison Redford has NEVER even been near that FB page, let alone replied to your comment.
Get a grip you prick and go back to the fucking golf club.
VOTE TODAY Alberta!
It says so on her Facebook page.
Earlier today I visited that page, only to find that The Premier of Alberta is wishing well the electoral nominees to Council today, probably just to make herself look good and not because she cares a toss.
Why is it necessary though, when a comment is made by the top dog, for all manner of schmoozing, vile, brown nosing nobodies to agree with her every goddam post on there and for them to then dis and badmouth anyone who disagrees.
I didn't vote for Alison and I never will. I don't agree with her politics, morals (or lack thereof) and constant side shifting. BUT, I don't go onto the page of the politician I did vote for and wish them an "uninterrupted Thanksgiving" or try and smokescreen something someone else has said, by listing the daily movements of an adversary.
It's a passing comment you fucking moron. I don't care what Danielle Smith husband is doing, it's TOTALLY irrelevant to this thread. NO, I won't google it and nor should you. You should stay current and reply to these posted comments in a way that enhances the conversation or offers a real opinion.
Alison Redford is the Premier of Alberta. She makes sure you know that at every given turn. But she is not Premier because of my vote. She is likely there because thousands of ignorant bastards choose not to set foot out the door and put a cross in the box. This unfortunately aids to vote in wealthy, conniving members of an old boys network, that are in it for the networking, bonuses and expense accounts. It sees them make their own rules and break the laws of the land. It is shameful and sickening, but really, you think it is necessary to kneel down to these arrogant bullshitters online to make yourself feel important?
Alison Redford has NEVER even been near that FB page, let alone replied to your comment.
Get a grip you prick and go back to the fucking golf club.
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Sunday, October 20, 2013
Swimming in a depleted gene pool.
WOW. I have not set foot, nor finger here in a very, very long time. Not because there is a lack of topics for me to rant on about, but because I have not been able to concentrate sufficiently to put down my thoughts.
However, I am feeling a little better in the brain and so I shall share with you the happenings of my visit to the pool today.
Due to my illness (I have finally been diagnosed Hypothyroid from Hashimotos Thyroiditis) I have been finding it hard to concentrate. I also tollerate stupid much, much less. So todays trip to a leisure centre packed full of ignorant and downright idiotic people turned a Sunday relax, into a sodding rant.
When I visit the swimming pool I want to try to relax, at least I want a modicum of peace and quiet. Todays outing was far, far away from that.
Lets start this with ignorant bitches that cannot read. It clearly states on the Female change room door that "Ladies with small male children must use the family change room." Yup, it does, I read it evey time I go in there, which is three times a week on average.
Bitch one; If you are shouting at your child, Roger, to stop doing that because he will fall off and bang his head. My qualified guess is your kid is male, which makes you 1: ignorant 2: stupid 3: arrogant
Also, if you need to keep repeating the name "Roger", followed by a sentence of what he should not be doing, you might need to rethink your parenting strategy, or take Roger the fuck home and let me have some peace and quiet.
I noticed a little while later, in the hot tub, that Rogers father was present. Surely the male child would have been better served with him, in a male change room, would he not?
Also while in the hot tub, which appeared to be full of children around the age of two or three, an age where febrile convultions are rife, due to an inability by these children to control their body temperatures, it appeared that not just one parent present at the pool today couldn't fucking read..
"Children aged eight and under must be accompanied by someone fourteen and over".. It states this right next to the hot tub. Translated, it would appear that it says, dump your kids wherever the fuck you please and go off to do your thing. I know this because there were at least three kids under the age of eight abandoned at the hot tub.
So from there to the steam. Stupid hits a whole new level when you are dripping in sweat you know! I don't care how svelte you are in your Harley Davidson bathing costume. It sure as hell doesn't make you smart. Really, bitch number two, you are so selfish that you are gonna bring your two year old in here and make him sit, while he is asking to leave, just because you need a steam? You are seriously fucked up. This is dangerous as hell and you are 1: selfish 2: beyond stupid 3: narcissicistic
Let's stay in the steam room and address Dad with absolutely no fucking clue, who brings his six year old girl in and blurts, "OK, if you don't like it in here we can leave," while pushing her away from the door into the room. "I wanna leave," she cries, but no. "This is a great place to towel off," insists Dad. Adding "We need to stay for 10, 9".....as he counts down. I'm now livid and steam makes you wet, not dry, you twat.
OK, this is bullshit. I used to bring my small child to the pool. If she cried, I comforted her. If she was tired, I took her home. She was always by my side and she certainly didn't need to steam!
Nor was she allowed to run around the female change rooms like, oh hold on, another male child, age seven or so, was doing as I showered and changed after my relax.
Mom and Grandma oblivious and having a natter, while the equally ignorant child ran riot.
As a young family we, both parents and child used the family change room. When my well behaved, because I spoke with her and didn't screech at her, child, was older we used the female change room because, well, we were both female.
Please, ignorant bastards. Get over yourselves. If you need r n r, hire a sitter or use the on site chreche. If you want to spend the day with your kids at the pool, do that. Focus on your children, not yourself. You gave up that right when you got knocked up.
OK, I'm going home for a nap, to relax and eleviate my pounding head.
Don't be here when I come back because I'm fucking pissed and I will call you out next time.
However, I am feeling a little better in the brain and so I shall share with you the happenings of my visit to the pool today.
Due to my illness (I have finally been diagnosed Hypothyroid from Hashimotos Thyroiditis) I have been finding it hard to concentrate. I also tollerate stupid much, much less. So todays trip to a leisure centre packed full of ignorant and downright idiotic people turned a Sunday relax, into a sodding rant.
When I visit the swimming pool I want to try to relax, at least I want a modicum of peace and quiet. Todays outing was far, far away from that.
Lets start this with ignorant bitches that cannot read. It clearly states on the Female change room door that "Ladies with small male children must use the family change room." Yup, it does, I read it evey time I go in there, which is three times a week on average.
Bitch one; If you are shouting at your child, Roger, to stop doing that because he will fall off and bang his head. My qualified guess is your kid is male, which makes you 1: ignorant 2: stupid 3: arrogant
Also, if you need to keep repeating the name "Roger", followed by a sentence of what he should not be doing, you might need to rethink your parenting strategy, or take Roger the fuck home and let me have some peace and quiet.
I noticed a little while later, in the hot tub, that Rogers father was present. Surely the male child would have been better served with him, in a male change room, would he not?
Also while in the hot tub, which appeared to be full of children around the age of two or three, an age where febrile convultions are rife, due to an inability by these children to control their body temperatures, it appeared that not just one parent present at the pool today couldn't fucking read..
"Children aged eight and under must be accompanied by someone fourteen and over".. It states this right next to the hot tub. Translated, it would appear that it says, dump your kids wherever the fuck you please and go off to do your thing. I know this because there were at least three kids under the age of eight abandoned at the hot tub.
So from there to the steam. Stupid hits a whole new level when you are dripping in sweat you know! I don't care how svelte you are in your Harley Davidson bathing costume. It sure as hell doesn't make you smart. Really, bitch number two, you are so selfish that you are gonna bring your two year old in here and make him sit, while he is asking to leave, just because you need a steam? You are seriously fucked up. This is dangerous as hell and you are 1: selfish 2: beyond stupid 3: narcissicistic
Let's stay in the steam room and address Dad with absolutely no fucking clue, who brings his six year old girl in and blurts, "OK, if you don't like it in here we can leave," while pushing her away from the door into the room. "I wanna leave," she cries, but no. "This is a great place to towel off," insists Dad. Adding "We need to stay for 10, 9".....as he counts down. I'm now livid and steam makes you wet, not dry, you twat.
OK, this is bullshit. I used to bring my small child to the pool. If she cried, I comforted her. If she was tired, I took her home. She was always by my side and she certainly didn't need to steam!
Nor was she allowed to run around the female change rooms like, oh hold on, another male child, age seven or so, was doing as I showered and changed after my relax.
Mom and Grandma oblivious and having a natter, while the equally ignorant child ran riot.
As a young family we, both parents and child used the family change room. When my well behaved, because I spoke with her and didn't screech at her, child, was older we used the female change room because, well, we were both female.
Please, ignorant bastards. Get over yourselves. If you need r n r, hire a sitter or use the on site chreche. If you want to spend the day with your kids at the pool, do that. Focus on your children, not yourself. You gave up that right when you got knocked up.
OK, I'm going home for a nap, to relax and eleviate my pounding head.
Don't be here when I come back because I'm fucking pissed and I will call you out next time.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Shit show
Wow, I cannot believe how long it has been since I dropped in here. I have had a lot going on. Not all good things, some great, some very harrowing. But still I am managing to find the funny in some occurrences, in the long run.
I have been quite sick for the last year and throughout I have been poked and prodded by this Dr and that Quack. It's uncomfortable and very unglamorous, but needs must.
On a recent visit to the University of Alberta Hospital I was required to have a CT scan. Preparation for this included NO food for at least 8 hours prior and then on arrival an IV was hooked up. Great, but I appear to have 0 accessible veins. Eventually, after being wrapped in hot towels and more slapping than a second rate porn flick, a vein was finally located half way up my arm. Hematomas are us!
Then came a half gallon of water, polluted by vile tasting dye designed to make my innards pretty for the camera. I was already at bladder burst point at this point and being made to wait another half an hour, whilst coughing like a 40 a day old boy with Emphysema was not helping.
The scan went off no hitch, but soon after I realized why no food was on the menu and I ran to the nearest bog. As I sat, I noticed blood all over the floor. Jeez, I thought, someone bled out. Then I glanced down at my left hand. It too was blood covered. Seems it was me. So not only did I now have the screaming shits, I was pissing out blood all over the wash room
Gingerly I leant forward off the loo and pressed the emergency button. Soon after there was a knocking on the door.
The person on the other side asked me to unlock. I did so hoping that I didn't add to the mess I had already made. A second later three more people were in the wash room with me and the door was swinging on it's hinges.
After some frantic scuffling, my Mount St Helens spurting arm was stopped and there was me and one nurse left. "Shall I clean up the blood now?" she asked me. I was still sitting on the loo, stunned by anyones standards and still needing to finish my business. ""You know, I think I'll just give you a shout when I'm done?" I semi-questioned.
Fortunately, the scan showed little more than a prior case of Pancreatitis and some Pancreatic nucleus cyst, nothing major or life threatening. I am still undergoing tests....... but at least I survived that shit show!
I have been quite sick for the last year and throughout I have been poked and prodded by this Dr and that Quack. It's uncomfortable and very unglamorous, but needs must.
On a recent visit to the University of Alberta Hospital I was required to have a CT scan. Preparation for this included NO food for at least 8 hours prior and then on arrival an IV was hooked up. Great, but I appear to have 0 accessible veins. Eventually, after being wrapped in hot towels and more slapping than a second rate porn flick, a vein was finally located half way up my arm. Hematomas are us!
Then came a half gallon of water, polluted by vile tasting dye designed to make my innards pretty for the camera. I was already at bladder burst point at this point and being made to wait another half an hour, whilst coughing like a 40 a day old boy with Emphysema was not helping.
The scan went off no hitch, but soon after I realized why no food was on the menu and I ran to the nearest bog. As I sat, I noticed blood all over the floor. Jeez, I thought, someone bled out. Then I glanced down at my left hand. It too was blood covered. Seems it was me. So not only did I now have the screaming shits, I was pissing out blood all over the wash room
Gingerly I leant forward off the loo and pressed the emergency button. Soon after there was a knocking on the door.
The person on the other side asked me to unlock. I did so hoping that I didn't add to the mess I had already made. A second later three more people were in the wash room with me and the door was swinging on it's hinges.
After some frantic scuffling, my Mount St Helens spurting arm was stopped and there was me and one nurse left. "Shall I clean up the blood now?" she asked me. I was still sitting on the loo, stunned by anyones standards and still needing to finish my business. ""You know, I think I'll just give you a shout when I'm done?" I semi-questioned.
Fortunately, the scan showed little more than a prior case of Pancreatitis and some Pancreatic nucleus cyst, nothing major or life threatening. I am still undergoing tests....... but at least I survived that shit show!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Eddie Vedders boner
That is correct.
You are not reading it wrong.
(Although I was not sure whether "boner" warranted a Capital B!?)
The title is a reference to Pearl Jam's front mans knob...Erect to boot!
Recently my gorgeous daughter has made it her goal in life to collect and catalogue any photographic and video evidence of Mr Vedders appendage. So far he has had his tadger covered. My relief is not apparent in my writing, but trust me, it is there!
While I find it mildy odd that my child finds this necessary, there are worse hobbies she could be indulging in and so I choose to leave well alone.
My problem arises (Pun absolutely intended) when said stauner shows it's ugly head at the breakfast table and during AC360.
Ipods have a lot to answer for!
Please. Keep your erection detection to yourself!
You are not reading it wrong.
(Although I was not sure whether "boner" warranted a Capital B!?)
The title is a reference to Pearl Jam's front mans knob...Erect to boot!
Recently my gorgeous daughter has made it her goal in life to collect and catalogue any photographic and video evidence of Mr Vedders appendage. So far he has had his tadger covered. My relief is not apparent in my writing, but trust me, it is there!
While I find it mildy odd that my child finds this necessary, there are worse hobbies she could be indulging in and so I choose to leave well alone.
My problem arises (Pun absolutely intended) when said stauner shows it's ugly head at the breakfast table and during AC360.
Ipods have a lot to answer for!
Please. Keep your erection detection to yourself!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Coughing up a lung, not a smoke in sight!
I have been sick for three weeks.
It has been the most boring, annoying, frustrating three weeks that I have had in a very long time.
You see, I am a 'doer'. I cannot even sit through a movie in it's entirity withough getting up and 'doing' something totally irrelevant.
When I first became sick (I had influenza A, according to my Dr), I had no choice. I was laid up in bed for five days.
The dog and my daughter moved into my bedroom and we all hung out. I was brought food and tea and I watched mindless daytime tv in between lapsing in and out of consciousness.
It sucked and I smelled bad!
Since then I have progressed to what was originally diagnosed as Pneumonia and has more recently become 'chest/lung/bronchial infection with origins/cause unknown, possibly COPD?'.
I have been given antibiotics (they failed to have any effect), a steroid inhaler, which gives me a very dry throat and makes me cough (go figure) and yesterday I was put on some type of electrical steam making machine which contained a cocktail of Ventolin and other breathing type drugs. This made me shake like a south of the tracks, cheap rental property and increased my heart rate to beyond multiple orgasm speed.
I slept for three hours after this. Go figure. I don't even have a Penis!
I am no longer confined to my bed, however I remain unable to 'do' and even climbing the stairs is a pretty exhausting task.
On attempting a grocery shop at the weekend I was nearing collapse by the time we reached the checkout and was asleep for four hours shortly after getting home.
All of this would be a lot more believable had I not quit smoking almost three months ago! Not exactly a healthy add for giving up the nicotine sticks.
To quote my Mum, from days gone by "it's not the cough that carries you off, it's the coffin they carry you off in"
Mum, I have to agree. There are a few occassions in the recent weeks that I have to say I have seriously considered what it would be like inside a coffin, brought on by all this coughing!
I am feeling like the light at the end of the tunnel may soon appear, but I am presently sitting still and I just had another coughing fit!
I am getting better at guiding the Wii control to use Netflix and I now know which neighbours illegally park in vistor parking and on the street during the day.
I still absolutely think that quitting the cigarettes was the best thing I have EVER done and I would gladly suffer all this again to be smoke free.
However, I am so fucking bored I may start knitting again.
It has been the most boring, annoying, frustrating three weeks that I have had in a very long time.
You see, I am a 'doer'. I cannot even sit through a movie in it's entirity withough getting up and 'doing' something totally irrelevant.
When I first became sick (I had influenza A, according to my Dr), I had no choice. I was laid up in bed for five days.
The dog and my daughter moved into my bedroom and we all hung out. I was brought food and tea and I watched mindless daytime tv in between lapsing in and out of consciousness.
It sucked and I smelled bad!
Since then I have progressed to what was originally diagnosed as Pneumonia and has more recently become 'chest/lung/bronchial infection with origins/cause unknown, possibly COPD?'.
I have been given antibiotics (they failed to have any effect), a steroid inhaler, which gives me a very dry throat and makes me cough (go figure) and yesterday I was put on some type of electrical steam making machine which contained a cocktail of Ventolin and other breathing type drugs. This made me shake like a south of the tracks, cheap rental property and increased my heart rate to beyond multiple orgasm speed.
I slept for three hours after this. Go figure. I don't even have a Penis!
I am no longer confined to my bed, however I remain unable to 'do' and even climbing the stairs is a pretty exhausting task.
On attempting a grocery shop at the weekend I was nearing collapse by the time we reached the checkout and was asleep for four hours shortly after getting home.
All of this would be a lot more believable had I not quit smoking almost three months ago! Not exactly a healthy add for giving up the nicotine sticks.
To quote my Mum, from days gone by "it's not the cough that carries you off, it's the coffin they carry you off in"
Mum, I have to agree. There are a few occassions in the recent weeks that I have to say I have seriously considered what it would be like inside a coffin, brought on by all this coughing!
I am feeling like the light at the end of the tunnel may soon appear, but I am presently sitting still and I just had another coughing fit!
I am getting better at guiding the Wii control to use Netflix and I now know which neighbours illegally park in vistor parking and on the street during the day.
I still absolutely think that quitting the cigarettes was the best thing I have EVER done and I would gladly suffer all this again to be smoke free.
However, I am so fucking bored I may start knitting again.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Art critics
Something that has always pissed me off.
Opinions are like arse holes.
Everyone has one!
Why then, does that give these highly opinionated (and usually pretentious and boring) fuckers the right to have more valid, and important opinions than the rest of us?
I like art. In fact, I will go so far as to say, I love art. I love art in all forms. Music, paintings, photography, theatre, ballet, film, food..... I like it all. Does that give me the right to change my name to Micheal Winner, stand with a glass of really expensive champagne (someone else paid for that by the way!) and tell you that your gravy tastes like shit?
Jamie Oliver, I am talking about your gravy! Well, I am not really. But I am sure that Jamie Oliver would be really pissed off if I was serious. Who the fuck am I to have an opinion on it. It is after all just my opinion and yours is quite possibly very different.
Jamie Oliver, your gravy tastes great, this guy over here said so.
You see where I am going with this?
Even if I have a degree in Art History (No my name is not William Windsor!) does that suddenly give me the right to presume that Leonardo di Caprio (no wait, he was the bloke on Titanic, my bad) Da Vinci was thinking when he painted a particular painting or drew a quick sketch?
I fucking well think not. Not only have I no clue what he was thinking, I really don't care. I appreciate the art, in whatever it's current form purely because I like it and I wish to enjoy it.
HERE IS A MORE RECENT EXAMPLE. I do know, for a fact, that Jonny Hetherington, frontman for Art of Dying recently penned a song in his pyjamas while smoking a Cuban cigar. He was in his pyjamas because he had recently taken a soak in the tub (he had a cold beer at that particular time)
I know this how?
Because he Tweeted and Facebooked it to the world.
www.artofdyingmusic.com
Does that give me the right to have an opinion on what he did in his pyjama period? Absolutely not. Does that give me the right to (as an Art critic) try and analyse why Jonny the artist was in the tub and not taking a shower?
No, it fucking well does not.
Personally, I will eternally find it mildly amusing, that this particular frontman owns striped pyjamas, but that is my problem and not for your concern!
I will enjoy the result of this sequence of events when the song is on a cd. I will not analyse, nor will I question the artist.
We are all individuals.
We all have different taste.
Just because, Mr/Miss/Mrs/Dr/Major/ Rev (did I miss anyone?) Critique, your opinion is published does make it the correct opinion, nor does it mean it should be listened to.
My gravy tastes awesome and Art of Dying are kick ass....just in case you care!!
Opinions are like arse holes.
Everyone has one!
Why then, does that give these highly opinionated (and usually pretentious and boring) fuckers the right to have more valid, and important opinions than the rest of us?
I like art. In fact, I will go so far as to say, I love art. I love art in all forms. Music, paintings, photography, theatre, ballet, film, food..... I like it all. Does that give me the right to change my name to Micheal Winner, stand with a glass of really expensive champagne (someone else paid for that by the way!) and tell you that your gravy tastes like shit?
Jamie Oliver, I am talking about your gravy! Well, I am not really. But I am sure that Jamie Oliver would be really pissed off if I was serious. Who the fuck am I to have an opinion on it. It is after all just my opinion and yours is quite possibly very different.
Jamie Oliver, your gravy tastes great, this guy over here said so.
You see where I am going with this?
Even if I have a degree in Art History (No my name is not William Windsor!) does that suddenly give me the right to presume that Leonardo di Caprio (no wait, he was the bloke on Titanic, my bad) Da Vinci was thinking when he painted a particular painting or drew a quick sketch?
I fucking well think not. Not only have I no clue what he was thinking, I really don't care. I appreciate the art, in whatever it's current form purely because I like it and I wish to enjoy it.
HERE IS A MORE RECENT EXAMPLE. I do know, for a fact, that Jonny Hetherington, frontman for Art of Dying recently penned a song in his pyjamas while smoking a Cuban cigar. He was in his pyjamas because he had recently taken a soak in the tub (he had a cold beer at that particular time)
I know this how?
Because he Tweeted and Facebooked it to the world.
www.artofdyingmusic.com
Does that give me the right to have an opinion on what he did in his pyjama period? Absolutely not. Does that give me the right to (as an Art critic) try and analyse why Jonny the artist was in the tub and not taking a shower?
No, it fucking well does not.
Personally, I will eternally find it mildly amusing, that this particular frontman owns striped pyjamas, but that is my problem and not for your concern!
I will enjoy the result of this sequence of events when the song is on a cd. I will not analyse, nor will I question the artist.
We are all individuals.
We all have different taste.
Just because, Mr/Miss/Mrs/Dr/Major/ Rev (did I miss anyone?) Critique, your opinion is published does make it the correct opinion, nor does it mean it should be listened to.
My gravy tastes awesome and Art of Dying are kick ass....just in case you care!!
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