Neanderpundit

Read this.

And maybe shut the fuck up a bit.

Those of you who grew up like this? Welcome to the club. Have a seat. No, gramma sits there, sit on the folding chair next to the fireplace. Want a beer? In the cooler under the coffee table.

You meet Tam, you understand this is who she is, and is better because of it.

Did it put a smile on anyone’s kisser besides mine to find out the House Republicans voted unanimously 177 times against the biggest bullshit/fraudulent communist propaganda package of all time stimulus bill? Seems we also got 11 retards Democrats to see it our way as well.
Fuck you Barry O, Nancy, Barney, and Harry. And I can assure you my sentiments come from the heart.

Thinking back, in the last couple years, I have really pissed off some people.

Not that this should come as any kind of a surprise. I’m abrasive enough that I’ve been pissing people off all my life. It’s kind fo a defense mechanism, and it weeds out the worst trash. Only someone willing to get past the exterior will make the effort, and those people are treasures.

I’m not going to break my arm patting myself on the back, but I will say I’m a loyal friend, and I’ll put up with a lot of shit from someone I care about.

In the last year I’ve had people I’ve gone far out of my way for treat me like shit, people who I care about and respect who got pissy because I disagreed with them, people who were downright rude to me when I tried to help them. Family members. Good friends. I obsessed about it at first, and then I figured it out.

Fuck ’em. No, really, fuck ’em. I still love all those people, I still respect them, I still care for them. But I’m god-damned if I pretend to be anything I’m not so someone will like me. I don’t give a good goddamn if anyone likes me but the Ogwife.

I used to be extra careful around this person or that person or whomever not to offend them, or hurt their feelings (most usually because they were morons) or not say this or that or the other because that would set them off. And it drove me nuts. So now? Fuck ’em. I can’t be responsible for other people’s happiness and if they can’t figure it out I can’t help them. I can pray that they get their shit together but I’m too damned busy to be everything for everyone.

So if I’ve pissed you off here, tough. It don’t mean I don’t like you or care about you, but if you’re that thin skinned or worse, I can’t fix that.

Life is too short for bad food, cheap booze, thin skinned people.

Update: If you think any of this is about you, it probably isn’t. Most of the people I’ve pissed off have no idea what a blog is.