THROW SHOES = GET LAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD

I was going to get super mad about the douches who wear tshirts with che guevara’s face on them to show how politically savvy they are, but then after a bit of research I found out that every blog since the bloginning� has delved into this realm of lamecore, and I’d just be repeating sentences about how much these people are hated by everyone else.

Does anyone know where I can print a photo of German mathematician, astronomer and astrologer Johannes Kepler onto a shirt? He’s so much cooler. Does that Guevara fag have a supernova named after him?

NO FUCKIN WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

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We drove past Union square where there were about a thousand people chanting and waving flags and yelling and shit. We were leaning out of the car to touch hands with taxi drivers and other people driving around in the madness.

We were on a pretty minor street after we got out of Lit Lounge but things were going crazy. We walked one block and got to this:

All of the parking meters in NYC have screens that read, “FAIL.” I guess this is why.

Crazy shit happens in NY. This is what they chose to put on at the B. B. King on what could have been riot night:

It’s pretty hard to convey what the drive home was like, but Americans have elected the most legit president ever.

How to be Legit:
Step 1) Swish threes, first go in front of the troops and the cameras.

Step 2) Knuckles with your wife in front of some huuuuuuge crowd.

LEGIT

When I was trying to get a visa and it was really hard and really expensive I was outraged that I had to fly ALL THE WAY TO AUCKLAND to go to the US Consulate for some stupid interview. I was outraged at the very concept of a visa. “Why the fuck does anyone care if a bunch of kids want to come to their country? This is just some retarded scam so the fucking government can fuck the people. RAGE.” Was something I probably said. But if visas didn’t exist and I found myself hard-pressed to find a job due to an influx of people either better qualified to do my job or willing to work for less you know I would be raging about how easy it is to get into New Zealand and how we should have some lengthy and irritating system of application and interview and background check in place so I can afford to buy two more $8 beers at some shitty bar in order to grind that much harder on some slutty chick.

So there on my home page on fckbk is some stupid group thing with all of these people being really earnest and heartfelt about making the world a shittier place. People that commit crimes aren’t scared of the sentence. They either don’t think they’ll get caught, don’t care about the consequences or have no idea that what they are doing is really bad at all. All harsher sentences do is scare the fuck out of everybody else because life just seems harder to live: if we fuck up we are going to be punished for longer.

The world can be a pretty shitty place at times. When this happens we shouldn’t try to make it shittier by muck-raking spineless politicians and the Ministry of Justice, we should address the issues. Sending someone to prison for a longer time or having them executed is not addressing the issues. Whatever bad things that have transpired are not going to magically right themselves.

If you read this page (I didn’t until just before I wrote this post, but whatever) you’ll see that a girl was killed by a person who was breaking the law. This is saddening BUT THIS IS NO REASON TO BE PROTESTING FOR HARSHER SENTENCES. Fuck, man I can understand why that chick deleted me as a friend but we all need to remember that when we post something with a comment function that people are going to say whatever they want and some of them aren’t going to bother reading about another little club on some little club site.

I mean, we have a comment function here that is pretty fun to use/abuse. I remember how I was filled with joy when we got our first spam messages. I don’t know why we don’t get more. I write some stupid shit sometimes.

And fuck that cunt saying “vote National.” Don’t vote right-wing because something COMPLETELY UNRELATED TO POLITICS happens to you/someone around you. Parties like National and ACT love this kind of thing. I fucking hope they don’t find out about it because you know those fuckers will strain so hard to hold this high, high in the air that their evil little feet will lift off the ground. I hope they get tangled in the power lines. Parties like these are scared of life and are going to spend all of their time convincing you that life is scary. “Pay your bills, stay inside. Watch TV. Get lots of sleep.”

I respect that chick’s right to protest and her right to put whatever she wants on the internet. I applaud that. You should too. Losing friends sucks but making them figureheads of some fucking political statement sucks even more.

YOUR VOICE,
YOUR COMMENTS,
YOUR INTERNET.
FUCK WEB 2.0

Today this employee at a store called “Guitar Center (sic)” said this when we asked for a discount: “Well, the tax rate isn’t that high here. Well, not yet. We don’t get taxed like you Europeans but if Obama gets in, we will. You Europeans think Obama is so great but he actually isn’t.” Then Josh said: “Yeah, but we have thing called health care.” That basically kicked his ass until he said that his job (getting paid shitty commission working shitty retail around people who are all about Steve Vai because they get hell of sucked in by really shitty gimmicks like having a handle in your guitar and having wind machines as part of your guitar rig to blow your poorly conditioned hair around. After a while of this kind of scalp irritation you develop dementia which makes you think that it is alright to wear see-through t-shirts so the public no longer need to guess what your nipples look like.

) so that was the end of the bracket loz oh yeah then we were talking to this other dude that worked there and mentioned health care and he goes “Oh yeah, that’s true. It just comes out our wages.” Nice work, you fucking loser – it costs $2000 just to get an ex-ray. This means you would have to sell two BC-Riches a day for two 6-day weeks straight AND you would probably have to give your boss a blow-job and let him film it.

Laugh it up New Zealanders: