Saturday, January 24, 2015

Everyone thinks it's funny to get me pissed off until I get pissed off. Then they start blubbering about pressing charges or bullshitting about coming back with a weapon. I can remember a pivotal time in my life when I decided that I'd rather have a family than end up in prison. I still think I made the right choice but it hasn't always been easy. Not because I don't love my family but because of the degradation that someone like me is forced to endure after choosing that path. I'm forced now to take orders from people whose heads I could easily crush with my bare hands. And these pussies know it. I see it in their eyes and I hear it in their voices. They enjoy their positions of authority. What they don't like is those brief moments when the authority changes hands. An otherwise empty washroom, a bar patio, a parking lot or sidewalk. I could go on but it makes no difference anymore. I took the square route and now I have to follow the rules. It's a matter of time though. I can feel it coming. My fists get hungrier every day. Somebody needs to get the MacCharles Makeover very soon. I'll be damned if I'm going to take this rage out on my wife or my kids and I've already taken more than enough of it out on myself. I don't expect life to be fair and I never have, but I shouldn't be the only one it's unfair for. I look at certain people and just pray for the moment. Run that mouth again right now so I can ruin it for you. You'll never talk, smile or eat the same way again. And for the rest of your life when you catch that stupid-looking face of yours in the mirror you'll have to think to yourself, "Fuck, I guess it wasn't so funny to piss Glen off after all."
I wonder if there's ever been a better time in history to be a weak ass, chickenshit pussy who is incapable of individually defending himself. Weakness is disgusting. A luxury that I'm thankful I was never able to afford.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

If you ever meet Jesus, kill Him. That's what He came here for.
It's pretty funny when self-defense "experts" are scared to hit anyone with their fists because of how easy it is to break your hand. Watch a hockey game, pussies!
It's hard to pin down just exactly where and when I went wrong in this life but I do know that I got into the wrong line of work. I could have been in prison right now. Living the easy life.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

I've been trying to avoid reading or watching anything about this cartoonist ordeal that happened in France recently. Mostly because I know that whatever opinion I form on it is going to be "wrong" and not politically correct. Partially because honestly I just don't give that much of a shit. But I care about less and less all the time.

What I do know is this: people get what's coming to them. How long now has everybody known that Muslims don't like it when satirists and cartoonists fuck with Islam? And how long have we known that fundamentalist extremists will take things to an extreme level when you piss them off? Terrorist groups have been letting it be known for a long time now that if you fuck with their values and beliefs, they'll fuck with you. This newspaper in France thought they were going to be ballsy and print whatever the fuck they wanted anyhow. Well, harsh as it may, they got what they were promised for it. Simple as that.

I actually wonder now if this particular cartoonist is going to become an Atheist martyr and more "satirical" newspapers will start challenging the terrorist groups to come after them by printing insults for the rest of us to apparently laugh at. Hey, I say do what you're going to do because truthfully, when people I don't know and probably wouldn't like in real life get shot or blown up, I'm not really that affected by it. So GIVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And we've got assholes like Bill Maher saying that satirists should be able to make fun of anyone they want because that's what freedom of speech is for. Is it? Is that really what freedom of speech is for? To make fun of people? I don't know. But I don't know much. I know that Bill Maher strikes me as the type of pussy who would beg for his life if you so much as shoved him into a chair. He and the rest of his like-minded satirists definitely should exercise their freedom of speech and keep picking on people who will come back with serious violence in retribution. As a matter of fact I'm all for that now that I think about it.

I could be totally wrong here but I imagine the workplace environment of a satirical newspaper to be a bunch of office fags. Geeks. People who lacked the necessary skill set to fit in as children and were most likely picked on for it. Now they disguise their bitterness as humour. And that's fine. But there are consequences in real life and the consequences in this case are no secret. They've been well known for a long time. If these satirists are going to keep doing what they do, they'll need to accept those consequences and adjust their own lifestyles to reflect that. Better get yourself a carry permit and learn how to use a weapon because there are people in the demographic you've chosen here to make the rest of us laugh at who won't eat your shit without spitting some back in your face. And if these satirists are willing to accept those consequences then good for them. Make all the jokes and cartoons you want. But if they're going to act like little bitches every time they get physically attacked and expect us all to demand that an entire culture disband its faith over it, then they can fuck right off.

If some little square motherfucker who thought he was funny and clever wouldn't stop making jokes about me despite numerous warnings and threats, I'd sooner or later make good on one of those threats and punch the little shit in the jaw. That's how real life works. But if he didn't mind getting punched in the jaw once in a while or grew enough balls that I actually start thinking twice before throwing that next punch for fear of eating one or two myself, then I guess I'd have to live with being a public mockery. That's also how life works. Fuck around, get fucked up.

I think both sides are fucked here. The sooner this civilization collapses on itself the better.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Geeks are lame

A lot of geeks like to whine about how they were allegedly persecuted as children for being smart. That's ridiculous. It's geek propaganda. Meant to make you feel sorry for them while at the same time being in awe of their self-proclaimed intellectual superiority. As a whole, they're actually no smarter than any other social demographic and contrary to apparent popular belief, no one ever got beat up for being smart.

Nobody ever got beat up for watching Star Trek or reading comic books either. If you were genuinely a geek, trust me, nobody gave a flying fuck what your interests or hobbies were. Never mind judging you for them. Lots of people like science fiction and fantasy, not just geeks. Just like lots of people find technology fascinating and cool. Lots of people did homework and studied for exams. None of this "smart" shit was the exclusive domain of geeks and it doesn't even make sense that anyone could ever be bothered beating somebody up for any of it.

Geeks get beat up because they're lame. They're so chickenshit and fucked in the head that they'd literally rather wait for someone or something to come and rescue them from a beatdown than simply hit back like any regular person. That or they're so physically weak that hitting back doesn't even matter. And help rarely comes. The people kicking your ass weren't stupid enough to do it where anyone who might do something about it was likely to be around or looking. You think teachers give a shit about the kid that gets beat up every day? They've got better things to do. Grow some balls and put in your own work. You got beat up because you were a pussy. And nobody cared because you were ugly, awkward and weak. In other words, socially unacceptable. Unnecessary at the very least. When you weren't getting picked on you were probably invisible. Beatings are the only attention a lame ass chickenshit wimp can hope to generate.

So next time you think you were picked on because all the big, dumb jocks were jealous of your bad ass brains, think again. You're not even all that bright.

Taken at a GWAR show about a month ago. That's me at the very left. 
The most ruthless mosh pit I've ever been in.