Neanderpundit

I’m watching an eleven year old film starring Arnold. “Commando”, it’s called. In it, Arnold kills a lot of bad guys.

Even liberals like these movies. The universal truth is, everyone wants to see the bad guy get his comeuppance.

The other universal truth, is that nobody can reasonably agree on who the bad guy is. Muslims think it’s everyone. Conservatives think it’s liberals. Liberals pretty much don’t think.

In the second world war, there was an identifiable enemy, and most people agreed on who it was. I’m sure there were dissenters but nothing like the morons we have today. There is a clearly identifiabnle enemy, a clear bad guy, and instead of understanding that, we have become a nation of apologists. We need to get back to the bad guys losing.

I have a personal fifth/third bank account, that I use for ammo/beer/whatever. Keeps the personal and family expenses separate.

I specifically got the fifth third card because it’s a mastercard I can use online, etc., which is exactly what I did last week- I used it to buy my first pair of fall deer licenses.

Now, I specifically didn’t want “overdraft” protection because I specifically didn’t want to have a “credit” card- I hate them, and they only cause me trouble. So I said “What if there’s no money in the account when I try to use the card?” “It’s refused” which was exactly what I wanted. So when I charged the licenses, I figured, wow, there’s still some money in the account!” So I figured just to be safe, I’d transfer some cash from my ING account.

And then I get a courtesy call from the bank. “You have three overdrafts” totalling $99. WHAT? So I call, explain the situation to the bank manager, who very nicely said ‘You’re fucked! Have a nice day!”

Jesus. Out a hundred bucks because they don’t do what they say they will. Oh, they will? “If you tried to get money out of the account at an ATM it would have stopped you” But they let you use the card willy nilly. Fuck fifth third, and the horse they galloped in on.

I have been faithful to the brand now for forty years. I am now officially sick to death of them.

Every morning, when I pull on a new set of drawers, perhaps a bit too anal retentive in making sure they are on right side out, and always putting my left foot in first, I hope that I’ll be able to make it through the day without fighting, and I never do.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING? PUT THE GODDAMNED FLY IN THE SAME PLACE TWO TIMES IN A ROW, HUH? Everyt time I go digging for Roscoe, the goddamned fly has moved from one spot to another, making it a fishing expedition to find the flap. IF I HAD TIME TO DO THAT I WOULDN’T BE HERE. When I am standing in front of the urinal, it’s because I have to PISS.

Jesus. If I get down to fighting weight again soon, I’m gonna start freeballing.