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        Tuesday, June 03, 2008

    Take Me Or Leave Me...

    Stay or go, I could give a shit. What irks me, though, to the marrow of my soul, are these fucking radio PSA's giving 'relationship advice', that is obviously so much bullshit it makes me want to retch.

    I mean, yeah, I give relationship advice here, but first and foremost, you have a choice to take it or leave it. Read it or not. Ignore, skim, whatever. The one advantage I have over these liberal dicks (and quite often, Conservative dicks...I despise James Dobson, for instance) is that I have actually been in relationships. Lots of them. Good ones, bad ones. I have made every mistake you can make, up to and including causing a death. And a few attempted suicides. But those bitches just wanted attention.

    And I have had some really spectacular successes. The latest being my final marriage. You folks that have been with me for awhile, have lived the final cycle of my life with me. And you will likely oversee the end of it, and note how I handle that, too.

    Life is easy, once you get the hang of it. Eat, shit, sleep. Collect tokens, trade them to others for stuff. It is all a big board game. With shit. And sometimes fucking, if you're lucky.

    Every so often some Great Truth will reveal itself to you, just as it has to gazillions of others throughout human existence, but you will feel special, and that is not a bad thing. My generation is no more introspective than any other. Does the name Socrates ring a bell? Aristotle?

    As a nearly complete aside, I learned how to think from Sherlock Holmes. A coke-head mirror image of his creator, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. What a mind, what a mind. I would have loved to meet him.

    Anyway, before you drink at a pond, look around. Do you see dead animals and birds scattered here and there? Likely, it's poisoned in some way. Do you get the analogy?

    So why ever would you take advice on how to live your life from a stranger who you paid to give it to you? Isn't that a bit like going to a fortune teller?
    And why ever would you take advice from some idiot on the radio that you have never heard of before? Advice on anything? Especially advice on relationship and/or health advice.

    That's just crazy talk.