MISTRIAL

Lawrence King is dead. He has been for about two years, now. How, you may ask?

Well, if you've been living under a rock for two years, or simply don't read any news coming out of California, he was killed by Brandon McInerney, who came up behind him, shot him not once, but TWICE, in the back of the head.

Allegedly from McInerney's defense lawyer, he was spurred by a flirtatious come on by King, who was also known to wear high heels, and makeup, in an effort to express himself.

This BOTHERED Brandon.

Well, Brandon, I got news for you...

YOU BOTHER ME. YOU DISGUST ME. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SCREAM AND SHOUT AND BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THINGS THAT HAVE LIVING SHIT TO BEAT OUT OF.

Does that mean I'm gonna come up to you and shoot you in the back of the head? not once, but twice?

Well...NO. Don't get me wrong, the thought has crossed my mind. But seeing as i am a NORMAL, INTELLIGENT, MORAL person, I DON'T GO AROUND KILLING PEOPLE THAT BOTHER ME.

Instead, I tweet, I blog, I facebook. And that gets me in plenty of trouble itself.

And, hypothetically speaking, if I were to resort to YOUR tactics, I would at least have the balls to face you, instead of having your back turned, because I AM NOT A COWARD. YOU ARE A SNIVELING, PIECE OF SHIT COWARD.

I don't care if you were abused. I don't care if you were mistreated. I don't care if you were scared of a gay kid half your fucking size. You took a life. You deserve to rot in fucking prison, and then you'll see what a REAL flirtatious come on is like.

I can't wait to hear that you will spend the rest of your miserable fucking life in prison, getting raped by a gang of men twice, or three times your age, and size, making you scream and cry and beg for your mommy.

you're lucky they didn't ask for the fucking death penalty, you miserable, scumsucking piece of garbage. rot in fucking hell.

you were 14 years old at the time of the murder, and if you tell me you didn't know what you were doing, that is the biggest crock of shit this side of the world. you knew what you were doing. you TOLD people you were gonna do it. then you went home, where you could have cooled off, and took a gun to school the next day. where you could have gone to a teacher, or a counselor, or even a police officer, and told them you felt uncomfortable because another boy winked at you. (ALLEGEDLY--there's been NO PROOF).

that is how REAL PEOPLE handle their problems. instead, you took to being a coward, and a piece of...i don't know if there's even a word to describe what you are.

and to the jury of the TRIAL---

HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT??

He TOLD people he was gonna kill him! He went home and PREPARED to kill him! he brought a gun to school, INTENDING to kill him!

this is the DEFINITION of PREMEDITATED!!

So get your head out of your asses, you fucking morons! i swear to god, if there's another mistrial, i will hope and pray that someone, somewhere, makes you pay.


justice has failed again, AMERICA. you got it wrong with oj. don't you dare fucking get it wrong here again.

Civility, part I

The other day, I was at work at an unnamed Video Store (so as to keep my job), when a couple who come in regularly approached me and asked me for some recommendations. I pointed out a few and then excitedly told them about I Love You, Phillip Morris, starring Jim Carrey.

If you're unaware of this movie, it stars Carrey as a con-man who falls in love with Ewan McGregor's character (the Phillip Morris of the title), and while always trying to escape prison, continues to try to help him get out as well. I described one scene (having hardly anything GAY to do with it), when the girl of the couple stopped me and said "Oh, I don't like watching gay people. I don't like them."

I was...stunned, to say the least. I didn't know if she knew I'm gay, although I think not, hence her comment. I asked her why, and she said "they're gross, and it's just sick."

Now, I expected some religious talk, living in Texas, and being used to it, but nothing as plain as "it's just sick."

Now, I'm all for one speaking their opinion (hence the reason I created this blog), but can someone explain to me when and where people just stopped being polite and started being RUDE?

this, of course, is only one example, but if you'd like, i'll give you another. when i'm helping or checking out a customer and another customer walks up and starts asking me questions (when i'm OBVIOUSLY in the middle of a conversation), and demands that I answer her, and I politely say "I'll be with you in a moment..." and then she gets mad AT ME for BEING RUDE?

"I was just gonna axe a question, you don't need to be rude, muthafucka!"

Oh, excuse me. I was doing my job. You? You were being a bitch. Oh, and don't cuss in front of the kids, if you don't mind. This is a FAMILY store. BITCH.

(this being the thought in my head, NOT the words out of my mouth).

I find some comfort when she (and all customers) leave, and my manager says "man, she was a bitch! surprised you didn't slam her down on the curb!"--they know me so well, don't they?

But in general, it really pisses me off when people are just. plain. rude.

Now, when I'm NOT at work, NOT on the clock, and NOT in uniform, believe me, I do consider going off on rude people. I've even done it once.

I was at best buy, simply there to ask a question about a purchase I'd already bought, when the man in front of me started griping at a young associate, who was explaining why she couldn't sell him one of the three computers that they had in stock that were similar to his, BECAUSE THEY WERE ALREADY RESERVED AND PAID FOR BY OTHER PEOPLE.

He called her a racist bitch (they were BOTH black), and a few other choice names. I'd had a pretty lousy day, so I stepped up and pulled him back and told him a thing or two. Mainly, that he was being rude and selfish, while she was being perfectly professional, and if he called her a bitch again, I'd be happy to escort him outside myself, whether he liked or not. And also, the rules about people paying for stuff and how he can't just take them.

But seriously, it's not just my unnamed video store job. It's also my unnamed restaurant job. people are ruder to servers than they are to the IRS! or debt collectors!

excuse me for asking how you would like your food prepared, or what sides you would like. I'm sorry it offends you to your very core where you have to call me stupid because I CAN'T READ YOUR FUCKING MIND!!

So...to those who read this, please...remember to be polite. If at all possible, even if it's just for the karma. Because believe me, being a bitch/asshole/fuckwad twat will come back to bite you. Especially if you catch me outside of work.



That being said,


have a terrific. fucking. day.








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