May 2006

While you’re filling up your truck

Look at the price of that gallon of gas.

A lot of people are bitching that the oil companies need to “fix” this. Those people are fucktards.

Lissenup, folks, because it’s apparent some people need to be educated.

If you have a truck with a 30 gallon gas tank, you are gonna spend about a hundred bucks filling it. Of that hundred, here’s where each dollar goes.
$55 goes to the crude, the raw material.
$22 goes to refining. The oil company has to transport the oil to the refinery, refine it, and try to make a profit out of this 22 bucks. Maybe they end up with eight bucks.
$4 goes to delivering the stuff to the gas stations and includes the gas station’s profits.
That leaves $19.

That $19 is taxes. The government getting paid for a product they don’t make, a product they don’t touch. Just every dollars worth of gas gives the government 19%. With which they manage to fuck up the roads so royally that I spend 3 hours trying to go 57 miles. Wait, those are toll roads- so I’m paying $2.40 a day, along with a half million OTHER commuters, to the Illinois Toll Authority for the privelege of driving on roads so horrid they defy description. In addition to paying gas taxes for roads on which I never drive, and pork barrel bullshit. Oh, and I’m sure some of that money ends up in the hands of the EPA, where it makes sure no new and badly needed refineres will be built, and in the hands of special interest assholes who will prevent desperately needed drilling.

Oil companies are in the business of making money. They make precious little of it, but leave them the hell alone. Instead, let’s try to focus on getting the governments hands out of our pockets.

As you take the garbage to the curb,

remember with a smile on your face the afro/isro you sported during the 70’s, the loud shiny polyester shirt, the buttocks revealing too-tight jeans and the bad shoes, and say to yourself, “what was I thinking?”

As you go through your day, think about the woman behind the counter at Speedway. The one who puts her makeup on with a shotgun. Set to “whore”. The one who would be attractive if she washed her face and put on a pair of jeans that fit. Think of her, and ask yourself “What was she thinking?” And remember to invite others to join the church of “what were you thinking?”

Mr Prius?

If you didn’t notice, everyone knows you’re a fucktard. yes, you. You bouhgt a hybrid vehicle thinking that you were saving money on gas, though you spent far more on the car than the extra gas costs compared to, say, a camry. Or, perhaps you thought you were helping the environment- by buying a car with batteries that have to eventually be replaced, which will pollute the environment a thousand years after any hydrocarbon emmissions have dissipated. Yes, when we saw WHAT you were driving, it was no stretch of the imagination to discover HOW you would be driving- like a fucktard.

You did not disapoint. You drove around the parking lot at low speed, making it difficult for anyone to get around you, and making it impossible for anyone to get their lunchtime business done. Wasting gas the whole time, when you could have gotten out of the car and walked your fat ass to the noodle eatery you were heading for.

Next time, please open the back of your vehicle, pull off the cover for the batteries, and pee on the wiring. It’ll save the rest of us so much aggrivation.

On the other hand, Thanks, mr UPS store guy. My WHOLE GOD DAMNED OFFICE had NARY A PLAIN ENVELOPE, so I had to go to the UPS store and BUY an envelope AND a stamp to get a letter mailed. Does NOBODY write letters anymore but me? Jesus Christ on a Pogo stick. Anyway, the UPS guy, who told me they had a minimum credit card charge, was able to hook me up wiht an envelope, stamp, and everything I needed, for the change I dug out from my car cushions. Most of it pennies. You rock, Mr UPS guy. I hope you get the best hummer of your life tonight.

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