My name is Jen. I am the mom of four daughters, the wife of a software engineer, and a SharePoint Bitch working for The Man in San Antonio, Texas. Want to know more about me than you probably should? Visit About Jen.
So, I have been back at the hotel a little while. I am a sneezing machine and was tired of sneezing on all the bright and motivated conservatives in attendance. I ordered Pizza Hut because I cannot pay 16 bucks for a burger and am ready for my Olympics fix.
Today was good and above that interesting. Marco Rubio owned the morning and rightfully so. He was funny, humble, and said some great things. Stating the obvious, which you all know I am a fan of.
Liz Cheney and a surprise visit from her Dad made the crowd go nuts.
I grabbed a coke and some chocolate to make it further through the day and returned to my seat just in time to see this:
Who introduced Mitt Romney. I love Mitt. There were many murmurs of “How the hell did we ever let this guy bow out in 2008? We traded this guy for McCain?” Yeah, it blows.
Dick Armey spoke earlier in the day and made me giggle. A favorite quote that has been posted other places but I will post it again!
“You’re intellectually shallow, you’re a romantic, you’re self indulgent..You’ve proven to already to be, even to the recognition to your fellow Democrats perhaps the most incompetent President perhaps in our lifetime, you have no ability, you only have talent, and your purpose is income redistribution. You methods are transparent, you create the perception of a crisis in order to be able ride to the rescue and achieve your self indulgent purposes of controlling the distribution of income in America”
I just ran down to the hotel gift shop and paid too much for a chocolate fix, that said… the funniest thing i have heard in days comes from the mouth from the very nice lady working there when I asked for a bag. She says, “I can give you one, but this is D.C. we have to charge for bags. 5 cents. It is all the stores in this area, even the CVS!” i was laughing… hard.
I have been reading about this whole Climate insanity and the reality check we all knew was coming. It started with my reading the blog on the site for the new school my kids will be attending next year. It is one of those LEED schools for indoctrinating our children into the cult of leftist bullshit aka teacher union driven curriculum based very far outside reality. She linked a video call “Wake up to Reality” with the “beautiful lyrics”...
“Wake up to reality, the earth is fading fast. We only have one life to live, we’ve got to make it last. Wake up to reality, this life is not a game. So take a stand and do something. It’s time to make a change.”
Yeah I threw up a little in my mouth when I saw it. Anyway, I posted a comment in the blog, which is awaiting approval, asking what the districts curriculum will cover now that so many questions have been raised about the validity of all this “global climate change” stuff. I was even nice enough to say I agree we should teach children not to waste and to be “good stewards” of society and the environment (yeah I know, but I want her to have no reason not to approve the comment) but I had issues with teaching children from a curriculum based on untruths and irresponsible science. We will see how it goes!
So, as I said, I have been reading all the articles this morning. I keep reading things like, “Yes, we know there are flaws, but it was taken into account in the final findings” or “Even though the data was inaccurate we feel the results are still valid”. Wow. I totally want some of those drugs!
I want to live my life with that fucking philosophy. Imagine getting your electric bill and saying, “Yes, I understand we used this many bazillion watts of electricity, but I feel the bill should only reflect half as much because we really do not feel we use that much electricity.” or better yet. “Bank of America, I need my account adjusted this month. I didn’t intend to buy that many pairs of shoes, I was just a little off that day so I think it is only fair to put that money back in the account. After all, it is really not that important.” Maybe the IRS! “Apparently I underpaid this year because I forgot about the 20% raise I received and failed to reduce my exemptions. At the end of the day after I figure in that my life has not become 20% better, I think it is unimportant that I actually made that extra money. I am just paying the normal amount. Okay?”
The world is going crazy, folks. We have these nutballs admitting data is wrong but somehow through magical weather math the data doesn’t actually effect the fact we are all fucking going to die if we do not turn over our lives to the UN Climate Swine and the Sierra Club. We have Obama who thinks he can just spend spend spend and push his shit we cannot pay for while upping the debt limits and he thinks it is not big deal! These folks are like a bunch of petulant pre-teens who have no concept of consequences. Why would they? They never fucking suffer them when they have taxpayers like us to pay the piper. I would like to take the UN and the current administration and put them both in the corner.
Yesterday was the birthday of one of the greatest presidents we have ever had. Regardless of your politics to deny Ronald Reagan his achievements and what he represented to this world is simply living your life with your head firmly buried in your ass. As I watch the inaugural speech Dave in Texas was kind enough to link yesterday I find myself looking around on youtube for a copy of Fuknut’s speeches, you know the ones that everyone proclaims him to be so fucking articulate in. I cannot find a single one that can stand up against this one. Where is the gravitas? Where is the fucking passion for making this country great? It simply doesn’t exist anymore in our government. There is a line in this speech from Reagan where he talks of the price of freedom often being very high, but we the American people have never been afraid to pay it. It was true then, and I believe with the exception of the pussies in charge, it is still true. The problem? It is now considered a great evil to think this way. Understanding freedom, self reliance, and thinking for yourself is actually considered narrow minded just 30 short years after this speech was given. How do things change so fast?
People always talk about the Hope and Change of Fuknut. All I hear is doom, gloom, pessimism, and scolding. You should listen to this speech if you are my age you will remember it as a child, if you are older you will remember it as literally what Hope and Change is suppose to be, if you are young and have never heard Reagan speak, then please listen to this and maybe you will understand what all of us “old folks” are so damn pissed off about.
The Left would have you believe we are all the harbingers of doom, negativity, and the unenlightened world view. The reality? We are all that is left of the optimism of America. Reagan was many things, but foremost me, he was an optimist. He believed unwaveringly in the intrinsic good of Americans and held dear faith that freedom would always win over tyranny. The act of optimism in the face of the world he inherited is a staggering achievement. To believe so wholeheartedly that this nation is great enough to overcome one of the worst economic times in modern history is the epitome of Hope and Change.
We live once again in a political climate where elected leaders believe they can tax us into prosperity. I had one of those light bulb moments earlier when I was thinking about what to write here. You know, one of those, “Well duh, jennifer” moments. You know why they think they can tax us into prosperity? Why they think that bloating the government is going to give us prosperity? Well, I will tell you if you are slow on the uptake like me today. It isn’t that they are being stupid. It isn’t that they think all this taxation and government spending is going to push us back to a robust and growing economy. Helloooo, that isn’t what they want. Their prosperity doesn’t include any of those things. It is as many more eloquent people have been saying for decades, prosperity to the Liberal mind is about dependence not independence. It is about regulation not free markets and economies. It is about fitting in not rising above. Success is not judged by doing extraordinary things; success to the Liberal is celebrating mediocrity. It is about everyone getting a trophy just for showing up, not for winning, not for excellence. It is about providing excuses for failure instead of incentives for success. It is about being beta not alpha. It is about nothing ever being special.
I miss special things. I miss the celebration of special people. Barak Obama is not fucking special! Let me say it again in case someone out there didn’t hear me scream it. HE. IS. NOT. FUCKING. SPECIAL! He is average in the worst possible way. He is not a beacon of hope unless the hope you have in your heart is to live in a world which celebrates mediocrity and being like everyone else. Gee, I know I raise my children everyday with they hope that they will be just like all their friends.
The left revels in the creativity of Hollywood and the Arts, but when you think about it, I mean really think about it, there is an abysmal lack of creativity coming out of the so called Artistic Communities. Movies for example, today’s blockbusters are loaded with the political apologist point of views veiled in spiffy artistic effects and bright shiny things to distract us from the glaring message, “Americans are evil tyrants who live only to subjugate that which is different and they do not understand.” Well, fuck you. Seriously, go fuck yourself and the self righteous horse you rode in on.
I am sick and fucking tired of your message of doom and gloom. The sky is falling and if we do not open our minds and our pocket books in support of the Cult of Mediocrity then we will all perish. Again, fuck you.
This country, not the politicians, not the media, the actual country defined as the people who live in it, who pay the bills, who get up everyday and go to work, raise children, pray for strength and patience… well this country is starting to wake up. It is rumbling and grumbling. It is getting pissed off and the shit is going to hit the proverbial fan. We are not the problem, we are the solution. We are the greatness that is America, not a bunch of sheep following the shepherd of the Beta is Best Ideology.
Happy Birthday Ronnie, you were The Shit and you are greatly missed.
I do give more than my fair share of Fuck Yous to Nancy Pelosi, but you know… it never gets old. It is like a warm blanket on a cold day. So here we go. Nancy, precious… do you really need to have the military fly you everywhere? Do you really need to drink like a lush? I am guessing yes.
It reads like a dream order for a wild frat party: Maker’s Mark whiskey, Courvoisier cognac, Johnny Walker Red scotch, Grey Goose vodka, E&J brandy, Bailey’s Irish Crème, Bacardi Light rum, Jim Beam whiskey, Beefeater gin, Dewars scotch, Bombay Sapphire gin, Jack Daniels whiskey … and Corona beer.
But that single receipt makes up just part of the more than $101,000 taxpayers paid for “in-flight services” – including food and liquor, for House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s trips on Air Force jets over the last two years. That’s almost $1,000 per week.
Courvoisier? She must be rollin’ with Kanye these days. Yo, Nancy was robbed! She so totally deserved that Botox of the Year award. Seriously though, the bar tab is interesting. I am disappointed with the ghetto Johnny Walker Red, surely Nancy deserves Blue Label. It is the least the American people can do for her. 2.1 million dollars over 2 years using Air Force jets as her own personal flying party bus. Nancy deserves only the best for all the hard work she is doing. Though if i were her I would not be too keen on pushing universal health care because she is gonna need a new liver if she keeps drinking like that. To expect Nancy to fly with the masses of unwashed is simply unthinkable. What if they touched her? What would happen to her fine couture clothing if she had to sit on a commercial airline seat? Oogy pleb germs might get all over her clothes!
On to more bullshit…
Athiests. Yeah, as a general rule I do not give a rat’s red ass about what anyone believes or doesn’t believe. I have had non believers in my life who were good people and who did not feel the need to tell me I was a retard for believing or accusing me of taking part in the gigantic Roman Catholic Conspiracy to rule the world. In return I didn’t tell them how sad it is that they cannot believe. Life is about personal choices and as long as those choices do not shit all over me and you live your life with integrity then we have no issues. That said, if your particular variety of Atheism is such that you are offended by a Mother Teresa stamp, then you need to just get over your fucking inflated sense of self worth. Seriously. They are telling folks to boycott USPS and encourage a letter writing campaign. Hmmm that actually may work in the USPS’s favor. I mean maybe this was the plan all along! No one writes letters anymore so they picked the Atheists to piss off. They probably had a bunch of meeting to brain storm how to increase revenues. What a bunch of fucking retards. Btw, they had no problem with the MLK stamp or the Malcolm X stamp. Apparently their religion didn’t negate their accomplishments. I wonder if Dr. King would have considered his Christianity “incidental and irrelevant” to his accomplishments? I wonder if Malcolm X would agree that Islam was not a defining force in his life? These guys must be some sort of new retarded version of Atheists.
On a depressing note:
I visited DSW today with my rewards check and there wasn’t a fucking thing I wanted in the entire store. I blame Obama. I was at the mall yesterday and I visited like ten stores and nothing nothing nothing. Everything sucks. Skinny jeans, neon colors, bright prints. Excuse me fashion trend deciders… I remember the 80s, and while it had some amazing things about it, fashion was not among them. Are you fucking kidding me? Cold shoulder shirts, leggins, boyfriend shirts with bright colors, and for the love of GOD… ballet flats. It is fucking tragic.
On a good note:
I am totally in love with Doctor Who. I am in the middle of season 2 and loving it. Some of them are really stupid but in a good way. When the BBC gets it right, they get it very right.
I have four episodes of Fringe waiting for me. I think I am going to bank about 6 of them then watch them all over a weekend! Yay! I love Walter.
On the “Fucking enough already” note:
I do not give a fuck about how much money Avatar has made. Honestly I have no desire to see it. Not because of politics, though that certainly doesn’t help, but mostly because I haven’t forgiven James Cameron for inflicting Titanic on the world. I will never forgive him for paying Celine Dion to sing that fucking song from hell. I will never forgive him for casting that perpetual childlike looking twit Leonardo in the film.
I also do not give a shit about Lost. I do not care that it is the last season. Honestly they could have added ten minutes to the last episode of season 1, sent them home, and ended the show on a high note. It has been downhill since then.
My new thing:
I have spoken often of my coworker and favorite person ever, Sarah aka Jen’s Keeper. She is a font of great expressions which are contagious. It started with, “Really?” Which she says only slightly less than she use to and I seem to say at least once an hour. A few weeks back she started with the newest benign commentary that has taken on a life of its own. We were working on something that probably was not ours to do but we ended up doing it and on a tight deadline when a box popped up on her laptop that says, “you have been infected with a trojan” She sighs, rolls her eyes and clicks the “yes I will call helpdesk box” and says in total exasperated seriousness, “I do not have time for Trojans.” The meme of the month has been “I do not have time for…” This of course has infected me and another co-worker.
A few days ago I get a text on the way into work which said, “I do not have time for motorcycles” meaning of course one was inhibiting her from driving her normal mach 3 speed to work. My text reply was, “I do not have time for cars!” This is how life goes all day, everyday. “Jennifer, we have a meeting at 1pm” grumble grumble “I do not have TIME for meetings.”
Things we have not had time for over the last few weeks.
People
Ovaries
Rain
Garage Door Opener Batteries
Runs in my stockings
Ghetto Shopping Malls
Parking Ticket Validation and Parking Garages… Parking in General.
Trying on Clothes
Blemishes
Deliverable Reporting
Deliverable Training
Exel
Visio
Microsoft
Yes, I am aware this if probably only amusing to us, but in the end, that is all that really matters. As long as we are amused, everyone lives.
Some random “What the fucks…”:
What the hell is up with Luby’s? Seriously, it is almost as expensive as going to a real restaurant. The worst part? What happened to the little lady with the tea cart? She is gone! You know what they have now? Annoying little ladies who bother you like vulture waitresses. I honestly think Sarah is going to stab one with a fork soon. “Is there anything i can get you ladies? Butter? Hot sauce? Ice?” I kick Sarah under the table to keep her from saying, “Yes, you can get the fuck away from me and go find a goddamn tea cart!” She is so awesome that way. If she is like this at 23 imagine what she will be like at 40!
Drug commercials on TV: Really? Do you feel so self conscious about the length of your eyelashes that you are going to take a drug to make them longer and thicker? A drug that can cause some pretty weird side effects? Do what any self respecting drag queen does, sweetie… visit the M.A.C. counter and get some fabulous false eyelashes! The best ones are the anti-depressants drugs. They will make you feel so much better, but by the way, if you are a guy you might get sexual disfunction. So if you are not depressed enough for medication before you take it, you dick ceasing to function normally or your inability to ejaculate will see that you soon are. Speaking of dicks, erections lasting longer than four hours might be a bad thing. Contrary to popular thought and commentary from guys I know who say things like “Four hour erection? I am not going to the emergency room! I am going to call some people and pull out the video camera!”... this cannot be a good thing. I hear they have to drain the blood from your dick with a needle. I do not have a dick and the thought makes me cringe.
Amazon: I finally get a Kindle and now Amazon and MacMillan books are in a pissing contest about pricing and some of my favorite authors are no longer available! I bought my Kindle in an effort to keep the vampire porn flowing into my home with the least amount of effort possible. You two guys need to figure this shit out. I do not have time for pissing matches.
Crying men on TV. Hell crying men in general. For fuck’s sake, get a fucking grip. Guys crying because they are eliminated from Amazing Race or Top Chef or whatever. Guy’s crying because life is just so fucking hard. Find your sack, dammit. I know we have a breast for a president, but it is soooo not ok to cry like a fucking woman. I am a woman and i do not cry as much as these bitch ass men do. I am a woman with PMS from hell and i do not cry that much. I am sorry your girlfriend doesn’t love you anymore. I am sorry you lost the game. I am sorry you are so fucking pussified you cannot just say, “Fuck it, life blows sometimes… NEXT”
Fucking pet commercials. The ones with the bulldog is fine. I think bulldogs are pretty spiffy and I am not an animal person, but their ugliness makes me smile. But there is one with a dog talking about being a “super pooper”. I do not need to tell you how much this commercial disturbs me. I do not need to hear about the shitting habits of a fucking chihuahua while I am eating dinner and watching tv. People have fucking lost their minds with their pets in the last few years. They are DOGS, people. Dogs are pets. They are DOGS! They are not children. They do not need a therapist, a spa, their own furniture, and they certainly do not need to be with you every second of of your life outside of work. Do not bring Fifi to the store, the gas station, and do not even think of bringing her with you when you visit. I do not care about your dog. If one more person at work shows me a picture they took over the weekend and it is their ruined dog in some absurd picture I am going to lose it. No it isn’t cute that he fell asleep on his back. No he isn’t cute in his little hat and booties. No she isn’t just precious in her goddamn tiara. IT IS A FUCKING ANIMAL! Feed it, play with it, let it be an animal not some sorry substitution for children which you are too damn irresponsible and self centered to breed for yourself. I am really sorry that you cannot put your kids in their cage or lock them in the laundry room while you go to work or out clubbing or whatever it is you do. Fine, do not breed, but for the love of God stop with the fucking pet insanity. Dogs should be dogs, not pitiful codependent creatures who live only to fill your idle time and make you feel like you are nurturing something.
The fucking weather. Enough already. It needs to either be HOT or COLD. This 30-50 degree temperature shifting every other day is killing me. I do not have time for weather!
Finally… Obama. SOTU… Fuck You, fuck you, and Fuck you. Tax relief for millions already. Really? Who? People who are not fucking paying taxes anyway? You are a fucking boob. Your administration is a freakin’ joke. Your congress is skating on thin ice and your term’s second half is gonna be a whole other ballgame.
I am working way too fucking much right now so this blog and all five of my loyal readers are getting hosed. I apologize and can only blame the government and of course Obama.
Good news though…
I am going to blog this weekend, God Willing and at the very least I am going to be in DC Mid Feb and I shall blog blog blog… kk?
As an act of sharing I will show you FABULOUS shoes… I am going buy these over the weekend… the ones on in the pic are a tad big so I have to track them down at another store. They are fucking bangin’ hot and all mine!! Mine I tell you!
Came across this picture at Hot Air and it made me laugh. Obama looks like he is having a Derek Zoolander moment. Corzine just looks like the cocksucker he is.
This article is about a bunch of interviews done in “research” on the topic. Talks about socially awkward men, men with intimacy issues, etc.. I was reading along thinking, is this for real? Is this broad who is writing really being serious?
One of the most interesting findings was that many believed men would “need” to rape if they could not pay for sex on demand. One told me, “Sometimes you might rape someone: you can go to a prostitute instead.” Another put it like this: “A desperate man who wants sex so bad, he needs sex to be relieved. He might rape.”
I think it is pretty well established the act of rape is really not about sex at all or the need to empty your balls. It is about violence and power and the psychopathic need to inflict not only your will on someone but humiliation. The ball emptying is just incidental. Like serial killers who get “off” on murdering people. There are wires in their brains that are not connected to the right stuff and they should all just be culled from the herd. Let’s just ignore that little morsel of fact. I would argue that the guy who says he would need to “rape” a woman if he couldn’t pay for sex is most likely raping the prostitute. The woman is just not in a position to call the cops and file charges. Also, not to be all realistic and shit, a man who needs to rape a woman is going to rape a woman regardless of the circumstances that led him to her side. Everything in that passage is utter bullshit and I expected the writer to at least mention this at some point. I got to this statement and I knew we were dealing with one of “those” women.
I concluded from this that it’s not feminists such as Andrea Dworkin and myself who are responsible for the idea that all men are potential rapists – it’s sometimes men themselves.
Wow. Just wow.
The “woman”makes a point in the article many of these women in brothels being trafficked from foreign countries. But men who are looking for a hooker are not really thinking about that now are they? I am not a member of the school of thought which says if men were not so damn horny then women wouldn’t be brought in and sold for sex. A guy buying sex is not in the same league as a person who lures women out of their unfortunate circumstances and holds them as slaves and hooks them on drugs to make money off their bodies. If all men stopped buying sex today there would be another “driving factor” for bad people to prey on other people.
One paragraph seemed to be on point to me and it wasn’t the author’s words it was a quote from an interviewed guy…
Others were clear that they paid for sex in order to be able to totally control the encounter, including Bob, who said, “Look, men pay for women because he can have whatever and whoever he wants. Lots of men go to prostitutes so they can do things to them that real women would not put up with.”
I think men pick up prostitutes for various reasons and I think there is a difference in the psychology of a guy who drives around to pick up a street hooker and a guy who calls an escort. The former has a deep desire to contract a disease and is just fucking self destructive and stupid. The latter is either doing what Bob mentions above or needs to get his balls emptied on a business trip or he just doesn’t have freakin’ time to deal with a relationship or his wife isn’t scratching an itch or whatever. I think the first guy needs a therapist and the latter just needs to wrap his dick in a titanium condom.
I could even make the argument that a guy at a bar trying to get a hook-up for the night and the woman doing the same have pretty much the doing the same thing as a call girl (not some poor Asian or Eastern Euro gal who thought she was coming to the west for a modeling deal) and John. A guy can drop a load of cash on drinks at a bar on the “hopes” he gets to take the girl home before she is too sloppy drunk to participate or he can just skip the legwork and order out. In the end it is meaningless sex with someone you will never see again and both are likely to give you herpes. If herpes is what you are after then the “path of least resistance” makes some sense, no?
I suppose I will get flack for that commentary but I stand by it.
The entire article is stupid and probably paid for by some country’s tax dollars. I suppose it is better than another fucking global warming study if for nothing other than the entertainment value.
Side note: Was talking to a guy a work who used a phrase that made me laugh out loud. I made a comment about how there are not enough Cosmos on the planet to make that guy less of a dick even if he is handsome. Then of course the subject of “beer goggles” came up and then this co-worker says, “Sometimes you go the beer goggles route as a man and sometimes you ‘Go Ugly Early’ and just save yourself the expense of getting drunk.” I had never heard the phrase “go ugly early” before. I lead a sheltered life I guess. Nonetheless it made me laugh.
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