Blaise_John

You know what really pisses me off, people who wear socks with sandals. That’s right, socks with sandals my friends, an un-godly combination as bad as French fries and mayonnaise— there is simply no room in this society for either one. Ergonomically speaking, socks cannot compliment the design of a single toed sandal; the sock covers all toes, thus rendering the large toe un able to fit. Thinking about this makes me cringe even more, as I can picture some frumpy white family fumbling around with beach toys their children will never use, whilst strolling to the beach as a shoebie. Get away from my beach, and get the idea out of your head that socks are designed to be worn with sandals. Make up your mind, do you want to wear shoes, or do you want to wear sandals, you can’t have both!! That is all…

I hate fat people, I really do. They seriously inconvenience me with their motor retardations, most often when behind one on a narrow stairwell, or inside an unusually small sized elevator car. They drain our already overly taxed healthcare system, with their self induced diabetes, and insurance covered barriatric surgeries; you make me sick (no pun intended). Everyone is always saying “but what about the fat people, show compassion for the fat people, be nice to the fat people,” you know what I say, f*ck the fat people. If your weight issue isn’t epistemologically due to an overactive/underactive thyroid, or other disease related condition, then you have no excuse. Darwinism states that only the fittest will survive— oh the irony… People in America have adopted this very sedentary/lackadaisical attitude and It makes me sick; you have only brought your aesthetic deficiencies upon yourself and I’m sick of being in your presences, it might rub off like a disease to which there is no vaccine. I’m really serious, obese individuals frighten me, which is in part due to some deep rooted psychological problem, but also in part because I have the ability to gaze deep into the future, and the I can tell you what the future doesn’t hold, obese people.

Just a random side note, I love blogging as of this morning. Yes people, for those who know me quite well, one would agree that I enjoy the act of conversing, and/or talking in large quantities of any sort, and have realized that I hopped on the blogging wagon a little bit too late. Stay tuned, each day I am going to post one rant about everything that I detest in this world, and things regarding everyday happenings in my twisted, yet eventful life. 

I am getting a little sick and tired of the controversy that has erupted following the death of Osama. I’ve heard many seemingly compelling arguments regarding whether or not we, the people of the United States, should be celebrating this as a victorious occasion, as an extension of our nationalism. Come on people, really? Osama Bin laden has directly caused the deaths of thousands of men, women, and possibly children in our country — he deserves to die. Another “compelling” argument that I was faced with, was whether or not our shooting of Bin laden was justified, and that we should have taken a more democratic approach to the situation through trial by jury. Honestly, I really just don’t care. I do not feel the need to extend the realms of civilized democracy to such a criminal, and do not think that this makes our country look any worse by doing so. In my opinion, his death was a victory, to others, you’ll live another day.