Looking a gift horse in the mouth.

I was going to post this earlier but the Spitz or Swallows thing popped up or in, I'm not sure exactly what he paid for.

Have at it media fucktards, in your public circle jerk of ratings complete with the money shot on 55 inches of high def plasma.

So anyway, when we were blessed with the angelic snowflakes from heaven, I awoke the next morning to find my neighbor had plowed my driveway as well as my other neighbor. He sometimes does this when he's feeling Christ like. I went outside to shovel the steps and noticed the the plow job to be substandard. Yeah, I said it, that's right a free snowplowing was substandard. My neighbor's driveway was shorn, like a sacrificial lamb, right down to the quick of the pavement, yet mine was about three inches of densely packed snow. Multiple passes and repeated pressure created a big fucking headache for me. I suspect its the atheist thing, a little holy payback of sorts, while my Jesus loving other neighbor's path to salvation was Divine. Plowboy is one of those guys that leaves the wipers on his truck pointing to Heaven before a storm. Is it just me or is this a new thing? To me it's as if to ask to get them snapped off by a passerby like the jackass that parks his little dick sports car sideways in the back of the lot. This action screams KEY ME!

I'll bet money, real American "In God We Trust" can't save you foreclosure money, that he also has one of those safety orange glass break hammers in the truck, just in case of an unexpected submersion into a toxic pharmaceutical laced water supply. Really, what is the purpose of such an item. I know what it does but when would you use it as directed and hyped by the FEAR machine that our society has become. The chances of such a scenario are as slim as those that would lead you to carry a gas mask in the glovebox.

Just in case, they come here for you.

I've recently been told I need to get more sleep to adjust my self diagnosed OCD. Yep that's right, a good ol' eight hours a night is what I need. Simple math would suggest that I would need to be asleep by 9:30 in the evening. No way this will happen. Not a fucking chance. How can I go to sleep when they are out there? Four to five hours tops, anything more and I'd miss something wonderful.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Did I mention the Fear machine?