These kids talk about nothing other than that PokŤ-crap. When I have to baby-sit them I feel like I'm going to pop a vessel holding in the rage. The only thing that gets me through is the promise of $15 an hour and fridge & TV rights. But, when I'm not baby-sitting I just yell something like 'Pikapuppet is gay and I kicked that little thing in the egg.' That usually makes some little kid cry and then I feel better about myself.
I've heard some say it's the Christian thing to do and that animals have the same rights we do. My problem with that is that God gave us dominion over every creature. Thus, they are below us and therefore do not have the same rights as us.
I'm not sure when it happened, but there was a wildfire out in the western US of A and six fire-fighters were trapped while trying to contain the fire. They radioed for help and a plan was made to take a helicopter and fill it with water form a nearby lake to put out the flames around the fire fighters so they could get out. BUT a local animal rights group protested this plan because there was an endangered species of fish in that lake and they said that if water was taken form it some of the fish might be taken as well by accident. So, the chopper was never sent, a path was never made, and the six fire-fighters died. On the plus side, some fish that might have been put in danger survived. Hu-frikking-rray!
It is (or I thought it was but I guess I was wrong) common sense that humans are more important than anything else is. If I had to choose between letting 1 human or 500 cute puppies live, I would choose the human and let the puppies die. I'm not saying I hate puppies, I like them, but we are more important. And everyone should agree with me. If not, you're added to the list.
Another thing, what's the point in having one? You work all day to earn money so you can feed an animal who does nothing but destroy your couch with it's claws, eat food you have to buy for it, sleep on your bed, and crap on the carpet so you get the pleasure of cleaning it up. It's pointless, unless you're going to argue that they keep you company. Who cares? Make some damn friends. A cat can't save your life if you're drowning, but a dog can. That's why I like dogs, they're useful.
What really bothers me is that they claim men are the problem and that if women ruled the world everything would be ok and there would be no wars etc. There are just a few things I see wrong with that (note: I don't really have anything against having a female president). When said female president gets PMS, I am willing to stake my life on her pushing that big red button launching 500 nukes at any other country's who leader said she had a fat butt or something like that. When it comes to personal grudges women are a lot worse than men. Also, if a radical feminist was given supreme power over a nation what's stopping her from reversing the tables on men. Instituting lower wages, poorer working conditions, and every other thing women claim to suffer through. Their solution would thusly create the same problem but have effect on the other gender. They should just stop whining.
Another thing, besides school, is when people I don't know tell me to do things, like "open the door" or "hold the door" and other things not involving doors. They don't even say please, bastards. On the off chance I don't ignore them for their rudeness and do help them, I don't any kind of gratitude from them. If it takes me a while to get over to them (I walk rather slowly sometimes) I get a "took ya long enough!" ...Bastards.
Don't even think about going off saying I'm just bitter and all that. I wouldn't want to be popular if I had to put other people down in order to do it.
These people put themselves up on a pedestal and look down on the world as they see it and them point out what's wrong with it. They single out a group(s) that may have good intentions and them point out all their faults. They think they're so cool, but they suck too. They suck the most.
If you aren't one of the above, CONGRATS! I'm not really a hateful person... just... well...OK maybe I am. I like most people though. If you have a good sense of humor and aren't one of the above we'll get along great. There are also some people who fit into the above categories that I don't hate. There are two vegetarians that I know and don't hate, and there are a few jocks I can tolerate. Everyone else, well, you know...
In his attempt to see the humor in all things Smitty-boy often forgets why he's laughing in the first place. And why he can't stop. And why it's getting harder to breathe. And why the room is so small. And why there's a dead cow. And why the altar is on fire. And why ::passes out::