In which I wish death on humanity.

Predatory, selfish, self-serving, lying, manipulative pieces of shit! All of em? No. Just enough so that you never know whom to believe—best to shut out all than to contribute to the unnatural demon spawn that slithers the surface of this world, always preying, seldom giving, never without hope of reward. If I could take back having kids, I would do it in an instant—their fate is to suffer or become part of the problem. Piss on you, humanity! Godspeed your nuclear annihilation or lethal viral plague! There is not enough good in you to counter your cumulative moral vacuum.

Today if I were to be mugged I honestly would antagonize the thief to do his worst just to quit me of this despicable world.

Oh…and a preemptive “Fuck You!” to the pedantic jackals who will descend in numbers to defend the minority who are coated by my broad brush of disgust.

Bad day?

Six-fingered man got away again, huh?

Somebody’s got a case of the Mondays!

You need more fiber.

Unless someone switched your preferred beverage for Vanilla Coke, I think you may be overreacting a little bit.

How 'bout a Fresca?

I’m thinking beer.

Beer? I’ll have a pint of Arrogant Bastard, please.

I’m a proud charter member of my workplace’s “I Hate Everyone” club as well.

Somebody needs a hug.

Well, if it’s any consolation, you will eventually get your wish. Not sure if you’ll still be around to take any satisfaction from it, but still…it’s going to happen. So, buck up little buckaroo!

Count me in as well… on both counts.

You are really putting a lot of pressure on the unfortunate young man who happens to be working your street that day. Have you thought about his feelings?

C’mon ‘Blaze of Glory’!

The mood I’m in today…If I were on a coast to coast flight and 5 hijackers sttod up and seized control of the plane, I am the guy who would stroll up to the closest one, bitch slap his death threats back down his throat, boot his nuts up into his chest and use his box knife or whatever to carve my initials into the faces of his fellow thugs while I kick their asses in Chuck Norris fashion. Then, as I’m getting off the plane, the first reported to call me a hero would have his nose turned inside out. Fuckit. When I’d done with the hijackers I’d just crash the damned plane myownself. Into a Fudrucker’s if I could find one, or maybe a Wal*Mart.

It looks like somebody paid $60 for a half hour and didn’t get his Happy Ending.

Oooh… don’t fee a jerk.

“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”

H. L. Mencken

I’ve said it before and I’ll probably say it again - if humanity manages to off ourselves, we deserve it.

My husband’s favourite saying - “Hell is other people.”