Ass Clowns and Bad Guys...

DISCLAIMER: I have not posted anything substantial for several days and I am generally pissed I have to work tonight. Yes I recognize I work at night, but the fact I work at night in general simply pisses me off!

You know… I read a number of different blogs, and admittedly I rarely make comments on any of them. However, from time to time I will make a comment, but I will do so only after two conditions have been met:

1. I am familiar with the material in the blog, meaning I have probably read a GREAT MAJORITY of the blog and pretty familiar with that which is currently transpiring and that which has transpired in the past.
2. My comments are either supportive or generally positive

I also understand these blogs are public and ANYONE can read ANYTHING you publish and if you are up for comments, you are allowing ANYONE to comment about ANYTHING you write. With that said, I shall start on my rant…

WTF is in someone’s head to make a comment without any fucking clue as to the current situation or at least without reading some of the blog to understand what is happening with the author’s life or situation? I ask this question because I got a comment from some ass-clown regarding a pic of Mimi I posted. I have since removed the pic, but it pisses me off I did because I removed the entire post due to functionality issues and not this ass-clown’s comment (for those interested, I have to resize the pics because they screw up my margins and I have not figured out the code to make things more dynamic, otherwise I would have left everything up, so fuck you ass-clown)

So I get online tonight check out my blog for any comments and sure enough I got one of Mimi in one of her thongs (a pic from the side with not much visible, more a conceptual pic). I check out the comment and some ass-clown has made a comment about how he could not come home to that in the evening and no wonder there were marital problems.

Ok… So first, Mimi and I have posted pics on certain websites and have always gotten positive comments. As with about anyone, there are always ass-clowns who make negative comments about pretty much anything and anyone. So as a comment to the pic itself, oh well… more than likely the ass-clown I am discussing has a battle-axe for a spouse or girlfriend, who would never take a pic like that cause they would break the fucking camera or because they have too many hang-ups to get in front of the camera to break it in the first place! But each to his/her own.

So what really pissed me off was the whole thing about my marriage. Ummmm… ok, I am not sure when I said anything about having a bad marriage or even issues with my marriage. I do not know where on Mimi’s blog that she has alluded to such issues either. Although I would never speak for my wife, I am sure she would agree that our marriage and relationship is pretty fucking strong. So I want to know what the fuck is up with this ass clown and his dumb ass comment. Why am I making a big deal about it, hell I do not even care about his comment in general, but what pisses me the fuck off is this ass clown comes on my blog makes a comment and doesn’t have the nads to leave a name or anything and he makes his silly ass comment without reading about those things I wrote, where he would discover that I have a pretty fucking tight relationship with my wife. All the while all around me people’s marriages are falling to shit or they don’t have a relationship with their kids. SO my point is, if this ass clown had read my entire blog and had a fucking clue, then I wouldn’t have given two shits about his comment because his comment wouldn’t have gone any further than making a negative comment about my wife.

SO I am not getting defensive or trying to make comment on my marriage, my statement here is know what the fuck you are talking about before leaving some ass-hat comment. If you don’t like what the fuck you see, keep on going. As I have already stated, I have learned those who make negative comment couldn’t even begin to enjoy those things they are commenting on in a negative way. Sort of like how France has all these side deals to make them more powerful because deep down Napolean is still at the heart of that fucked up country. SO as they try to compete with America because they are truly jealous of what we have built in our country, they bad mouth the US while at heart theya re a bunch of spineless frogs! (Wow, I do not know where that came from, jumped out of me from nowhere) So I guess I am equating this ass clown to France. How apropos.

So while I am talking about marriages in general, the Crazies are as Crazy as ever… Thankfully Mimi has a two week hiatus from their older ones as they are spending the next week and a half with their father and have been in another state for the past few days. So Mimi only has to deal with the Man-baby, which is an issue from time to time.

Mrs.C really needs to learn about parenting. An example, her youngest son, The Bad Seed (TBS), began attending an after school program and now a day camp, because Mimi cannot manage this child. My wife is a good sitter and care taker. She can deal with anyone including our son who can be a handful. TBS on the other hand was kicked out of one church program, two schools including kindergarten. By the time Mimi had given up on this child he had bashed in an electrical box on the side of someone’s house requiring the electric company to fix. And shortly after that incident, took his scooter and swung it many time bashing a neighbors satellite dish. After this, we told Mrs. C, she had to do something else with the child. Now bearing in mind children do not always act alone, my son had blame in other issues, but the last two that broke the camel’s back did not involve my son except as a bystander telling the child to stop what he was doing.

Fortunately Mrs.C has great wisdom and realized her child was being negatively influenced by the older boys i.e. The rest of the boys in the neighborhood with the exception of one or two. In her great wisdom she opined that the older boys are manipulating TBS and getting him to do these horrible things including swear words that not even my son has heard from anyone’s mouth but TBS’s mouth. Then let’s not forget the how flipping the bird has become something of a cute idiosyncrasy that is passed up with a snicker by Mrs.C. Other cute activities this child enjoys is jumping out in front of moving cars in the neighborhood. One day a car is going to take this child out. This is the kind of child this woman has raised and I jest or exaggerate not!

Now her youngest, the Man-baby (MB) is sauntering down the same trail as the snotty Motormouth and TBS. I want to like this child, but I cannot. I just cannot. So, most mornings MB is brought over clinching some item. Could be some car keys, could be her toy du jour, could be a medicine bottle or could be a fucking tampon. That’s right ladies and gentlemen… a fucking tampon, Mrs. C let MB bring over a fucking tampon. Now, being relatively sane and intelligent folks, you may ask… so why did Mrs. C let MB bring over a tampon? I think this is a valid question, but the answer, well it ranks up there with the whole deal about TBS playing with older kids forcing him to destroy neighbors property… Mrs. C does not want MB to cry or think she is MEAN, so she doesn’t take these things away. Yet, Mrs. C brings MB over and lets Mimi take them away from her since the first thing Mimi does is feed this child breakfast and there is really no need for the child to have a tampon in hand while she is eating.

So why do I bring this up, besides the thought of ass clowns? Because the other day, actually a couple of weeks now, Mrs. C was getting MB and upon exiting our abode, MB likes to take things from my daughter and carry them home. Most of the items are taken unbeknownst to my daughter. I believe we get most of the stuff back, but this particular day I was in a cranky mood as having been waken up by the two little hellions and MB wants to take something home and my daughter is not happy about it. SO I get into the melee and take the item from MB who loses her shit. Mrs. C tells me thanks, now she does not have to be the bad guy.

OK, so you cannot fucking parent, I have to do it for you because you couldn’t set a boundary if the world was flat and the edge was a bottomless fucking pit. You would find a way that MB could play in the middle of nowhere over the edge of the world. With the exception of Jeremy (who I am sure is poised to break at any moment and you will hear about him on national news) all these children are the most spoiled pampered, inconsiderate, and self involved children and this poor baby, MB, is on her way to be like the rest of the brood. I guess it was wrong of me on several occasion to insinuate to Mrs. C she was a shitty Mom, but maybe I need to be the bad guy and explain to her what the fuck parenting is all about!