Right now, I am a very happy man. I was dealing with one of the biggest pains in the ass know to man: buying new tires. I was looking for high-performance, summer-only tires with a tread-wear rating in the low 300s, a good brand for the best price, of course. Well, I thought I was going to be getting BFG Sport Comp TAs for $135 each (installed), but then I just talked with an old friend, and he's going to get me a set of Firestone Firehawk Wide Oval Indy 500s for half that price. (I'm going to hook him up with a good tip afterwards). Also, I'm getting my wheels powdercoated gloss black. Everything should be ready to go by the end of the week, or maybe Monday. I'll post pictures of the finished product in the automotive thread. I'm sure most of y'all find that pretty boring talk, so here's this:
I just felt a thump in my apartment. I swear to God, my first thought: "There's a disturbance in the force." I need help.
To the folks frothing at the mouth in my facebook timeline: When I first heard about the Starbuck holiday cup on the radio this morning, it was about how ONE whackjob attention whore preacher decided that Starbucks hates Jesus. One dude. Now, I'm not saying that there aren't a handful of mouth breathers that jumped on his bandwagon. Of course there were, there always are. But the way people are spinning it is that the Christians are collectively freaking the fuck out about it. Sorry, I have yet to see any normal Christian say boo about it. Instead I see the media using this Pat Robertson wannabe to whip people into a frenzy. Probably paid by Starbucks to do it. And I see a bunch of people braying like donkeys over the stoopid Christians being stoopid again. Dial it down a few dozen notches, folks. This smoke has no fire.
I had no idea Ben Carson and CharlesJohnson were so close. I'm not kidding, that is a painting Ben Carson has hanging in his mansion of him chilling with Black Jesus, evidently drawn in pencil-crayon by a grade 10 art student who thought Jesus was a Klingon.
I'm not religious in any way, and I also don't drink coffee, so maybe I'm too on the outside to see it, but I must be missing something here. I've heard 2 news stories and seen half a dozen websites about this story, and I still don't get what the bible thumpers are so pissed about? A red and green cup? Aren't the official Christmas colors red and green? How does this cup negate Christmas? Shockingly, here is a decent response from someone who is super christian, also wondering wtf all the fuss is about: https://instagram.com/p/93urYBJ8dp/
I agree, I don't think anyone in their right mind is giving a shit about this. At least I got a good laugh out of this:
I figured those who are outraged would've been more upset that the logo is a naked, transgendered pagan goddess. Go figure.
I just love how the people who pulled "War On Christmas" out of their ass says there's no "real Christmas" to the cups like reindeer and snowflakes. I'm sorry, "real" Christmas? Did Jesus rock red and green while dividing up loaves and fish? How often does it snow in Israel again? People need to lighten the fuck up. You want to be fake outraged at something for the holidays? Yell at the millions of Westerners who buy crap that nobody needs --which they couldnt actually afford afford to buy in the first place-- for people they don't even like.
As someone employed by a major retailer that exclusively sells things people don't need, please don't do that.
I mean, sure, if someone slaps you on the cheek, then you are obliged to turn and offer the other cheek to them so they can slap it as well. But not having your special holiday mentioned on a disposable coffee cup? That's just offside.
I would like to thank each and every veteran and/or family of for their service. Forever grateful. See you TiB Bitches Thursday!
I'm all for gifts, but people need to learn to keep that shit inner circle. Buying presents for half the planet like Christmas is some sort of generosity contest is crazy. Shopping stresses everyone out and makes them broke. And they wonder why the Holidays are a drinking season.
The only people I give actual presents to are Li'l Bandit, my nieces, and any woman I happen to be dating/fucking/trying to fuck at the time. For everyone else: Cards for the lot of 'em. The bawdier the cards, the better.
Watching that spoiled little bitch's tantrum at Yale gives me great hope that the world will soon end.
I work for the University of Missouri System (although in KC not Columbia) and things are getting pretty ugly, bomb scares and shooting threats. I don't know if there is a way to discuss the topic without the conversation going south, but thought I would introduce it anyway.