Remember that Namaste dude that would post his lofty buddha jewels of wisdom in my direction in the comments section? I got tired of his shit and zorched him from the blog so he went over to my youtube channel and started in over there. By the way he claims to be a monk on a mountaintop in Thailand, but tracing his ISP yields a dallas tx address – go figure…
So I zapped him there and the same type of comments keep showing up under other you tube users’ names. They all have some “loser” theme to them and I gotta wonder what a fulfilling life one must have to spend the time creating accounts to post inflammatory comments on a youtube of me building a rocket stove. Click delete, block user etc and on my merry way. But I got to thinking and came up with this. So here’s to you namaste or whomever it is that feels the need to be greater than me:
<rant>Yep, I’m a loser. Got no friends to speak of that I go do things with, walk out the door and the things happy to see me are just dumb animals critters lookin’ for food and Sandy the Goat with that plaintiff “milk me” bleat. No gainful employment… the wife works, y’know. The skill sets I would be willing to share with others are not in any great demand, I don’t do chitchat well, and any conversation lasting over two minutes segues into shit that makes people highly uncomfortable, such as the skyrocketing rate of birth defects in Fallujah… couldn’t be all that depleted uranium ordnance now, could it?
I’m just plain anti social and I would have a higher tolerance for ignorance if there wasn’t so damn much of it everywhere you god damn go. A stark reality blinds me to the bright side of life when I come into contact with 99 out of 100 humans – today a Census lady came to the door – musta been 80 years old, had trouble walking and I thought how fucking sad it is that she’s forced to go after money – to collect info for the same system that used her up and said “fuck you very much”. And God help me not look at other people’s cart contents or method of payment when I go to the poison outletgrocery store…
I’m also flat out morbid. I see corpses wherever I look – The mass of busy people being all busy in the workaday world. A sense of glee comes over me when I see a new vacancy in a strip mall, another house up for sale with tall grass in the yard, and my absolute favorite – an obviously abandoned new construction project. Bad economic forecasts make me happy – I hear the death rattle of our screwed up culture in Green Speak and political discourse. I’ve tried to envision an owner of a jet ski who grows their own food; show me a new Cadillac owner and I’ll show you someone who starves when the food trucks stop rolling into the supermarkets.
I could go on forever – it’s an ugly shitty world out there so don’t find fault with me for wanting to listen to birdsong while I spread compost on the asparagus bed here on the ol’ homestead. Forgive me for being intolerant of your lactose intolerance and cluelessness about factory farm dairy products if you’re not milking goats twice a day. My life is my fault – there’s six different kinds of animal shit tracked into the kitchen every day – if you drop the toast it’s now chicken food – no two second rule applies in our house. But I’d say home is where the chickens run free – anything else is just four walls.
So I ain’t got jack, have no desire for wealth or social acceptability, and my greatest achievement is shitting in a bucket and making a mud stove. My lack of all normal ambition knows no bounds. I am truly a wretched specimen of all things civilized – a loser by any standard of decency. I am 40 acres without the mule and somehow quite satisfied with the milkweed fluff sackcloth bed I’ve made to lay in. People can think what they want… but they better not think about diggin’ my potatoes.
Best to ya, trolls and voles.</rant>