Februbitchy Rantuary - February's Mini-Rants Thread!

Jesus. Two words for that crowd: Bew-fuckin’-hew. OK, that’s kind of three words. I wonder how the reporter managed to interview these people without rolling his eyes so far they fell out. Maybe he did phone interviews so they couldn’t see him stifling his derisive laughter.

Well, the article appears have been been written for Bloomberg. There’s cause to believe that the writer might be sympathetic, at least to a degree.

How is this real? How is this not from The Onion?

Dunno; I’m looking at the subtitles, and with just a few carefully chosen words, they seem to be mocking the content. That could be solely the editor’s work though.

I like that one, too.

He sounds like that idiotic basketball player who was talking about his ridiculously high salary, and his response was, “Well, we spend a lot, too.” Yeah. So, this guy’s having trouble making ends meet on $350,000 a year, eh? From that article -

These people need to stop and listen to the shit that is spewing out of their mouths. No, people who don’t have tons of money don’t understand the stress of having so much money and not having quite enough, or being used to having tons of money and then having almost tons of money; they just understand the stress of not being sure if they’re going to be homeless next month, or if they’re going to feed their kids this week. Jee-zus.

Shit, now I’ve lost* my* phone! I caught a phone-losing virus from you, purplehorseshoe! Last I saw it was in my bed, and I didn’t take it out of there, so I have a sneaking suspicion the dog took it and chewed it up and stashed it somewhere, because I can’t even hear it ring. Damn dog. Or something. I hope insurance covers losing your phone.

It’s March here!