Neanderpundit

How do I know it’s gonna be fucktard friday? Well, I have to drive through Chicago to get where I’m going today. Nuff said.

In other news, Zack Moussfucktard is taking a long walk to a little concrete box. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. I know a lot fo folks would have liked to have seen him executed, but the fact remains that if he was he’d be a martyr and his name would be a rallying cry to splodeydopes everywhere.

No, he’s gonna sit in a little room, the size of your crapper. Smaller, if you have a nice crapper. And his crapper is gonna be in there with him. SO he’ll have to smell the results of eating all that fine institutional food. He will be able to exercise for an hour each day, and he’ll be in the box for the rest of the day.

The cooks will know who he is. They’ll make him nutritious meals that include hogmeat bullion. Guards and visitors will slip the cooks cash to turn their backs while they jerk off in old zack’s stew. Maybe even some thinly sliced hog asshole will find it’s way into a sandwich.

The food will give him digestive trouble, and he’ll have to live with that. He’ll lose his teeth, and only be able to eat food which has been blenderized. Some guard will figure out that he can make some heavy cash by letting him exercise in an area where some 9/11 families have come “visiting”. He’s also a delusional paranoid schizophrenic, so the cell will itself be hellish torture to him. He’ll bask in the goaty smell of trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid, the smell of schizophrenia, which he no doubt sweats from every pore, and after thirty or forty years, if he doesn’t choke himself to death on his own feces, he’ll die. That should be just enough time for hell to make a special place for him.

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.

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?”