Wednesday, October 31, 2012

What the ... halloweenies?!?!?!?

I am watching the news and they are talking about popular costumes this Halloween. The talking head introduces the next reporter by saying she is wearing her orange and black costume. Costume? She is wearing regular fucking clothes that just happen to be orange and black.

I had heard someone talk about people celebrating orange and black day and thought that was pretty stupid. Then "news people" start calling regular black and orange clothes a costume. Pretty fucktardic if you ask me.

Motormouth - Racist Ramblings

A few weeks ago we were at work. Sarge, Donny, and myself were there from our department. Motormouth, Blair (one of the deaf guys), and J-Man from their department. Motormouth was his usual self, talking nonsense. Half way through he really started putting his foot in his mouth, and coming off as a racist fucktard.

Blair wadded a bunch of tissue up into a ball and looked at MM. "You need to shut up and work or I will stuff this in your mouth." Sadly, the deaf workers have repeatedly had to tell MM to shut up because he talks to much. As I have said elsewhere, if deaf people complain you talk to much then you have a problem.

MM ignored it. I almost said as usual but sometimes he gets mouthy with them, as he does with others who complain about his constant chatter. And the chatter does affect his productivity. He doesn't multi-task well.

Blair tossed the wad of tissue and Sarge caught it. HE took a couple of pieces of tissue in his ears and sighed in relief. Some of the tissue went on his shoulders. It kind of looked like the back of a Foreign Legion cap, a kepi, with the sun guard for the neck. That is when Motormouth started digging himself a hole.

He looked at Sarge and said "You look like a camel jockey with one of them camel jockey hats on."

Sarge looked at him incredulously and said "What did you just call me?"

"I didn't call you a camel jockey!" Motormout stammered "I am just saying ... I bet you have one of those hats in your closet."

We were all pretty much stunned by that. Motormouth did what he does best when there is any silence and kept running his mouth off.

"I am not saying you are a camel jockey. I am just saying I bet you have one of those hats."

"You are pretty much calling him a camel jockey MM." J-Man said.

"No I'm not. I'm just saying I bet he has one of those hats."

I could keep typing how this conversation went but it would be very repetative. For the next 5-7 minutes Motormouth kept saying the same thing "I'm not saying he is .... but ...". A couple of us tried explaining to him that most people would interpret that as calling them a racial slur. He kept denying it was one while saying the same thing. "I'm not saying he is one ... I am just saying I bet he has the hat in his closet." He just didn't get it even when it was explained in words that a child could understand.

Finally MM decided to change the topic as this was just pissing everyone off. He looked at me and said "Do you know what a Spic is?"

I couldn't believe that THIS is the direction he would go. I glared at him and said "Yes. It is what a racist calls a Hispanic person. "

I guess he wasn't expecting that answer. He did his job for about a whole, oh, 10 seconds before looking at me and said "Did you know that during the war we called Germans Krauts?".

I gave him a dirty look and said "Did you know that my Father's family came from Germany?"

That seemed to get through to him and he went back to doing his job for a couple of minutes before heading off on another, non-racist, tangent.

Monday, October 29, 2012

What the ... (Cleveland) bustard?!?!?

I was asked if I saw "the video of the bus driver" yesterday. I didn't know what my co-worker was talking about. A lot of people at work were talking about it. A video on YouTube of a bus driver in Cleveland giving a vicious uppercut to a woman and tossing her off the bus. It didn't sound like something I would like to watch. Seeing a guy hit a woman isn't something I find funny.

A co-worker said "You have to watch the whole video. See what led up to it." So I did. Damn. While I do not like the idea of a man hitting a woman I would have to say there was a lot of provocation. (Oh, and to the YouTards who posted about the women being a teen girl ... fuck off. The bustard is 25 years old. She is a grown ass woman!) She was actually pushing him while he was driving the bus and at one point it looked like she went for his neck. WHILE HE WAS DRIVING THE BUS!!! I don't like that he hit her, I would hope I would have reacted another way, but I understand why he did it.

Then I watched the interview the woman, Shidea Lane, did. (Mind you it was on a FOX station so I shouldn't be surprised.) What a crock of shit. Typical of the media wanting to sensationalise a story, they left out everything the woman did leading up to the hit. The bitch actually tried to play the victim! After watching that I think she got what she deserved. She is lucky she wasn't in Florida or he could have shot her.

The bitch tried playing the victim card. She actually had the gall to go on about how it is "amazing to see how a man could hit a woman that hard." You could have sent a bus load of people out of control and killed them you stupid cunt. You are lucky you aren't in jail! Of course none of this was mentioned by the Fox "reporter".

The "reporter" did ask her about her actions, without any detail, leading up to the punch.

Reporter: "What can you say about your role in this incident? Did you hit him?"

Bustard: "No, see, that is why I want to talk to my lawyer. I can't answer that question. I am sorry but there is more to it ... its like ... there is more to it than that."

The "reporter" lets that slide and says, in a voice over of the video of her being hit ,

"But Lane does admit that 2 wrongs do not make a right and she says she's changed."

I do have to chuckle when the bustard says if it happened again she would "remove myself from the situation without even the decency of having a conversation with the guy." Conversation? I hope she doesn't think that her antics on the bus constituted a conversation. Then again if she sees herself as the victim she is probably deluded enough to think that.

After watching both videos, I think the bustard got off lucky. She should have been charged for attacking the bus driver. Or at least for endangering the others by attacking him while the bus was moving. The bus driver has been suspended and may lose his job. The bustard is getting her 15 minutes of fame instead of being charged with assault. Odds are she will try to milk the incident for all she can. Such is life.

A couple of other things kind of stuck in my craw over this incident.

The passengers on the bus. What did they do while this was going on? Many whipped out their cell phones to video it.  None tried to stop her when she was attacking the driver while the bus was moving. Even the "security guard" on the bus was next to useless. I would hope that if some moron is attacking my bus driver I have the sense to stop them. Especially if the bus is moving!

The RTA's response. Suspend the bus driver. Apologize for the incident. Yet they don't address the actions of the bustard that led to the incident. They are perfectly happy to dump all blame on the driver.  Odds are this is to try and prevent a lawsuit but that doesn't make it right.

The police. Given the fact this footage is public and has been for what, a month, why hasn't ANYONE been charged? If the bus driver's actions were so reprehensible why wasn't he charged? And why the hell wasn't the bustard charged for endangering the lives of the other passengers? Just because he hit her?

 The security guard. It was pointed out to me that the person in the orange vest with yellow stripes was a security guard. If true, why the hell didn't THEY subdue the bustard? What a useless git. Why weren't they suspended for not doing their job?

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Shit Morons Say about loose dogs.

"Just let him run loose."

"I pay for this."

I am walking Grizzly at Cole Harbour Heritage Park and run into some mooks. It hasn't been that bad lately, it has been colder than usual. Today was beautiful unfortunately and the park was full of people. Well, unfortunate that an inordinate amount of mooks were out.

As we came to a section where some trails merge along trots a bulldog carrying a big branch. He looke dlike he was enjoying his walk. The own was a blonde twit. She was about 30+ feet away mooking about on her cell phone and not really paying attention to her dog.

We were about 15 feet from her dog. It wasn't heading our way. So, I decided to bite the bullet and keep my mouth shut. No shouting at the mook. No snarky comments. Just ignore it.

The mook decided she should speak up. she started telling me that I should let my dog loose. I stayed polite and said "That ok. I would rather not." Her dog showed more sense than she has and continue up the other path. She decided to stop and say "Just let him run loose. I am sure he will come back."

Showing restraint I wasn't sure I had I smiled and replied. "That's ok. I am pretty sure he would take off. Plus he doesn't get along well with other (large) dogs."

Instead of continuing on and just letting it go she reiterated "You should just let him loose."

I had enough at that oint and had gone above and behind being polite. I gave her a dirty look and snarled. "If I wanted to let my dog loose I wouldn't have taken him to an ON LEASH PARK. I bring him here so we won't run into loose dogs. Unfortunately a lot of fucking idiots come here and let their dogs loose."

She finally saw the light, gave me a dirty look, and stomped off after her dog. Her story doesn't end there though.

When I got back to the parking lot a Park Warden was there. He was cleaning up the parking lot area. We ended up chatting for a while. I mentioned running into the bimbo with the bulldog. He shook his head and said that he had a talk with her about letting her dog loose on the opposite side of the hill I encountered her on.

The dog was running loose and he reminded her, in front of a sign saying it, that it was an on leash park. Department of Natural Resources does patrol it and she can be fined $165 if they see her with her dog loose. She ended up putting her dog back on leash, going over the crest of the hill and the letting it loose again. That is when I met her. Fucking mook.

But the story doesn't end there. I got to see the Warden in action with another dog mook. A couple got out of their truck with a Lab. They had a ball thrower with them. The Warden was very polite with them. He said he noticed the thrower and wanted to let them know this was an on leash park. Department of Natural Resources does patrol it and they can issue a fine of  $165 to someone with a loose dog.

What was the guys reaction? To ask if DNR was in the park right now. The Warden said he wasn't going to confirm or deny if they were there now. (Good answer. The fucking mook actually thought he would tell him.)  Then he said "Well I guess we will go to Shubie."  The Warden thanked him.

As the guy was leaving he pulled up beside the Warden and started chirping. "My tax dollars at work."

The Warden replied "Actually, we (the Wardens) are volunteers. We don't get paid for maintaining the park."

The mook snarled "Well I pay."

I said "So do I. Want to step out and debate who is in the right here?"

He stomped on the gas and gave the finger and drove off. Such an  eloquent asshole.

Fucking mooks.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Motormouth 2

Motormouth ... damn ... he is the kind of fucktard you could write a whole blog about. In some ways he reminds of shit Koreans say. You just can't make the shit up. Yet it is hard to believe.

One day he was being himself. Which meant he never stopped talking as soon as he started his shift. Another  co-worker, lets call him Sarge, had a headache to start. MM was making it worse. At one one point Sarge asked him to please be quiet for just 5 minutes. Sarge was extremely polite. MM blew up. "I can fucking talk as much as I want to." Shit in that vein.

Later, MM was going on about how no one at work would hang out with him. Little wonder considering what he is like. Then he started in on Sarge. "You never hang with me homey." Sarge looked at him and said "I am twice your age. Why would I hang out with you?"

MM went on "You could hang out with me!" Sarge reiterated what he said  more vehemently. "I am twice your fucking age. Why the hell would I hang out with you? I have nieces and nephews your age and I don't hang out with them. I don't even like you. Why the fuck would I hang out with you?!?!?"

Motormouth just used that to go on a long rant. He continued on the vein of no one (co-workers) would hang out with him. Then he went off on a tangent about how his friends would rather be with their girlfriends than hang out with him.

(Sidebar: His friends introduced their girlfriends to him. The GF's couldn't stand him. Most people can't. Ergo they don't want to be around him. Ergo the friends want to be with their GF and don't hang out with him much any more.)

Motormouth ranted on about how he would rather spend time with his bros than hoes. "I want to spend time with guys! Women can fuck off. Just give me time with my bros."

Sarge had enough after 15 minutes of this. He looked MM in the eye with a smile and said "Motormouth, just turn gay. That is all you have to do. Then you can spend all your time with guys."

That sent Motormouth over the edge. He fucking lost it. "I'm not gay! I just prefer spending my time with guys! I prefer guys." It was hard not to break out laughing. He just didn't get that what he was saying contradicted what he wanted to say. That what he was saying was pretty fucking stupid. That he is an annoying git.

How Sarge kept a straight face and didn't piss himself laughing when he said that I don't know. I wanted to.

MM started having a bit of a breakdown after that. Making more mistakes than usual. Having temper tantrums like a kindergarten kid would have when he fucked up. Yet he is supposed to be an adult. He just isn't firing on all cylinders.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


There is a guy at work we call Motormouth. Ok, that is the nicest, non-profane name we use for him. I know I talk a lot but this guy makes me look mute. It wouldn't be so bad except he talks shit most of the time. He is worse than a gobshite.

My first introduction to him  had me shaking my head. He prattled on non-stop about ... well ... anything and everything. The guy can go from 0-dolphin in 2 seconds. Or less.

The deaf guys actually complain that he talks to much! When deaf people tell you that you need to shut up you should realize you have a problem.

Add to that he just doesn't seem to know what common courtesy is. He will interrupt people at the drop of a hat. Insinuate himself into conversations that have nothing to do with him, and he knows nothing about.

Most people at work say that MM has no filter. I don't think that is the problem. He is just a fucktard. Maybe even special needs. Unfortunately, his uncle is an Assistant General Manager so he gets away with being a fucktard.

Of course, what will follow are some stories of Motormouth. :)

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

What the ... religitard?!?!?

"God never gives you more than you can handle."

This was the response of one of my Mother's church friends when she told her about the stress filled hell life has been lately. The main point being Grizzly has cancer is is dying.

Seriously?!?! That is the best and most comforting piece of religious drivel the woman could come up with? It ranks way up there with the comment another fucktard once made to me after my Mother almost died from heart failure; "Well she is getting old you have to expect that."

You just can't escape from fucktards. But they do give proof of one of my favourite quotes. "Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity." Fucktards do bring new life to stupid.

I'm not dead yet.

Yes, it has been a while. Life gets that way sometimes. It has been pretty stress and BS filled since my last posts. Hell, including the last few posts. But life goes on and so will I. :)

As I finished this post up I realized where the title came from. yes, Monty Python Quest for the Holy Grail but more than that. A friend, someone closer than my brothers, had pretty much vanished. I got his last known mailing address, email wasn't that big yet, and sent him a letter asking a simple question. "Are you dead?" His repy was "I'm not dead yet.." and life went on. :)

Oh, and to the JohnDoe who sent some spammish comments, unless you can prove you are responsible for my car dying, several people quitting work causing shit loads of OT, a friends father dying, my dog having cancer, oh and me getting NHL 13 for PS3, then I am pretty sure you are not responsible for my absence from blogging. If you are responsible and can prove it I will worship you and call you my lord.


Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Tipping Point.

The last couple of weeks have been pretty stressful. Grizzly's cancer. His surgery. The car needing a new engine. Sundry lesser things.  For most of it, the non-Grizzly stuff, I was able to slough it off. Sometimes everyone reaches their tipping point though and I almost reached mine a couple of days ago. Or I reached it and avoided it. Hard to say.

What set it off? The car ... again. A stupid warning light going off for the ABS after I had spent nearly $2000 getting the damn thing fixed. It turned out to be a loose connector but I was pretty much ready to go over the edge if it had been anything more serious. Blood pressure was up enough to give me a headache.

It is strange what the final straw can be that will make us blow. Or almost do it. Like bad gas it too passed. For now.