The Leper Messiah
2009-01-14, 18:49
Exhibit A:
Late last night my fuckbuddy forced me into going to a party with a "punk" theme. About midway through she asked me to go get her purse. I caught one of the worthless bastards attempting to jimmy the lock on her car. Because there was alcohol at this party, and my fuckbuddy might try to get me to drink, I did not have my firearm with me. Insteaded of kicking his ass like instincts would direct me to do, I handled it in a slightly different way:
I asked him, "What are you doing man?" He responds "What the fuck does it look like, asswipe?". "It looks like your trying to break into my car." Interestingly, he got very nervous and just said, "Sorry man, please don't call the cops." I made a deal with him:
He was to tell me why he selected that vehicle over the rest of the vehicles in that lot, and I wouldn't call the cops. His reply was, "This one is the easiest to get into, and I'm hungry".
That statement made me curious. I was never able to understand why someone would steal for food when they are fully capable of hunting or growing it. After further interogation I learned the guy grows pot. If he can grow pot, he sure can manage to grow a tomatoe plant. I asked the question why he didn't grow some of his own food. I enjoyed his reaction. It's just something I enjoy I can't explain it. He ran off and I never saw him again.
Exhibit B:
A few other people saw this interaction and college is essentially highschool 2.0 if you are an undergrad, and for some strange reason people associate violence with me so by this time everyone was talking about me. I sort of enjoyed it to be honest. These people had banked on one thing and got the exact opposite, so they were frustrated and clearly upset. Soon as I sat back down people started questioning me. Most were extremely confrontational about as if I did something wrong. Eventually I asked "Are you upset because you didn't get to see me hurt someone with my bare hands"? It was amazing how quick they backed off with stupid questions.
Exhibit C:
Later on someone made the statement about my White Redneck Asshole record (Wildlife Resources Agency). Apparently that stuff is public to an extent and someone found out that I've killed 243 whitetail deer and 60 turkey since I was 7 (I really dislike people who try to find out about me, It means I have to set up all kinds of false flags). I honestly stopped counting at 60. Someone then made the comment I was worse than a mugger. At this point in my life I've learned to stop caring because there are 3 types of critics. This person was a type 3 critic. I find it disturbing that much of my generation tends to believe that a mugger has more value than a hunter or other person that uses skill and work to sustain themselves.
Anyways, that's my stupid rant. I get the feeling the world is falling apart and instead of building rockets one day I'm going to be attemtping to form some sort of infrastructure.
Late last night my fuckbuddy forced me into going to a party with a "punk" theme. About midway through she asked me to go get her purse. I caught one of the worthless bastards attempting to jimmy the lock on her car. Because there was alcohol at this party, and my fuckbuddy might try to get me to drink, I did not have my firearm with me. Insteaded of kicking his ass like instincts would direct me to do, I handled it in a slightly different way:
I asked him, "What are you doing man?" He responds "What the fuck does it look like, asswipe?". "It looks like your trying to break into my car." Interestingly, he got very nervous and just said, "Sorry man, please don't call the cops." I made a deal with him:
He was to tell me why he selected that vehicle over the rest of the vehicles in that lot, and I wouldn't call the cops. His reply was, "This one is the easiest to get into, and I'm hungry".
That statement made me curious. I was never able to understand why someone would steal for food when they are fully capable of hunting or growing it. After further interogation I learned the guy grows pot. If he can grow pot, he sure can manage to grow a tomatoe plant. I asked the question why he didn't grow some of his own food. I enjoyed his reaction. It's just something I enjoy I can't explain it. He ran off and I never saw him again.
Exhibit B:
A few other people saw this interaction and college is essentially highschool 2.0 if you are an undergrad, and for some strange reason people associate violence with me so by this time everyone was talking about me. I sort of enjoyed it to be honest. These people had banked on one thing and got the exact opposite, so they were frustrated and clearly upset. Soon as I sat back down people started questioning me. Most were extremely confrontational about as if I did something wrong. Eventually I asked "Are you upset because you didn't get to see me hurt someone with my bare hands"? It was amazing how quick they backed off with stupid questions.
Exhibit C:
Later on someone made the statement about my White Redneck Asshole record (Wildlife Resources Agency). Apparently that stuff is public to an extent and someone found out that I've killed 243 whitetail deer and 60 turkey since I was 7 (I really dislike people who try to find out about me, It means I have to set up all kinds of false flags). I honestly stopped counting at 60. Someone then made the comment I was worse than a mugger. At this point in my life I've learned to stop caring because there are 3 types of critics. This person was a type 3 critic. I find it disturbing that much of my generation tends to believe that a mugger has more value than a hunter or other person that uses skill and work to sustain themselves.
Anyways, that's my stupid rant. I get the feeling the world is falling apart and instead of building rockets one day I'm going to be attemtping to form some sort of infrastructure.