Monday, January 28, 2008

Canned Heat

Okay you know what? I was having a perfectly fine day before I had to put up with you.

And frankly, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of putting up with your everlasting ups and downs and having to deal with all your petty temper tantrums, half of which don’t even concern me.

I’m tired, okay? I’m really kind of tired of working my ass off to suit all your whims and fancies, only to have all kinds of people tell me, “Don’t worry, just bear with it.”

Well, why the hell should I have to bear with it? Why should I be the one to suffer just because you’re an overbearing tyrant with a giant chunk of wood on your shoulder? Why should I have to always be the one on the receiving end of so much rudeness and so many disparaging remarks, even after I’ve been as nice to you as I can?

Nobody has the right to put anybody down that way.

And if I just hear one more fascist, misogynistic, chauvanist telling me to deal with it and suck it up because that’s my role in life, you will be sent to sleep with the fishes, no questions asked.

Now, kiss the ring and let’s hit the mattresses.

This is war.

PS If I sound disgusted, it’s because I am. But now that that’s over and done with, let’s think of more delectable things along the lines of Ebon Moss-Bachrach, shall we?