Showing posts with label intervention. Show all posts
Showing posts with label intervention. Show all posts

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Overheard During Gay Group at Passages in Malibu

"Okay girl?  I mean, I had no choice but to stop partying when every fucking time I was on one, the hills had eyes, and those eyes were wearing liquid eyeliner.  And on top of that, they were gloating because I couldn't get any..."

Friday, July 29, 2016

Spark It Up!


(Well, I guess it's better than: "Your teen comes home smelling like semen, and the voices in your head tell you he's on meth. Now what? MYBRATISBOGARTINGPARTYFAVORSSMIRK.ORG...")

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Snap, I Just Now Figured It Out

After years of wondering why anyone would be angry at me for getting high on meth, I just realized how remiss I had been:  I was supposed to go out and meet my aspiring tormentors while wearing sackcloth and a beatific look on my face.  I completely failed them and myself, and I'm so ashamed.  Not only were they angry, they were probably also terribly sad and crestfallen.  I wonder if I can ever make it up to them...

It's really true what they say -- drugs will ruin your life.  They certainly put a kink or two in my planned martyrdom.  Sorry Opus Dei!  I'll do what I can to make amends...

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Who Didn't See This Coming

I've said it before:  if you're on welfare, that's pretty damn rough, and I don't begrudge you any drugs you want to do.  Besides, nobody proposing the drug testing of welfare recipients has a fucking clue about behavioral healthcare, addiction, or the root causes of poverty.

Anyway, cocaine is a helluva drug...

Monday, December 21, 2015

Six

More meat into the grinder.  As of this writing, the names of the six could not be immediately released.  We do not know their branch affiliations.  I don't know if they were Marines or Army.  They were NATO, which is important.  I just don't know what to think.

I will pray for these troops and their attacker.  All need our prayers.

I never agreed with this war and my heart breaks every time a story like this comes out.  But those are just feelings, not hard pragmatic thinking.  Oh well, they were only six.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

America, Fuck Yeah!

America, snap out of it.  Get your shit together, stop saying one thing and doing another, stop being affable shitdicks who are so lovable yet so loathsome, and do something positive with your lives.  Do more good works.  Have the courage of your convictions.  Stop it with the cheap pride, and stop selling others short.  Be more generous.  Stop saying you respect and honor and love, and start respecting and honoring and loving.  Stop being ruled by fear.  Learn to cope with reality as it is, not as you wish it to be.  Clean your own house first.  Cut it out with the hypocrisy and infuriating delusions.  Really, you know what the right things to do are and they're not that hard to do.  Get with the program!  xoxoxo - The Antichrist

PS  Last year, Giving Tuesday made a measly $68 million compared with Cyber Monday's $3 billion this year.  You goddamn well know I'm right.

PPS  Robert Dear is a transgendered leftist.  And a loner.  Pass it on.