Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry Fucking Christmas 2015......The Year in Review

Sigh...another year. I always start out meaning to get more blog posts in and then well, life happens. You know that shit in between waking up and going to bed? Well, not necessarily shit, but you know what I mean. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. But seriously, every year has ups and downs doesn't it? I guess the trick is to make the best of the good times and wade your way through the shit times and hope that you learned a lesson and not repeat them. I mean some of the shit you have no control over and other shit is pretty much your own fucking stupidity. I am always thankful for having great family and friends and try to tell them when I can. I always say that if you didn't laugh a little and cry a little you didn't live a little. There were many laughs, I am lucky enough to have a partner in life that makes me laugh until I pee my pants. Plus, my kids are pretty fucking hilarious whether they mean to be or not. There were tears as well some for joy but mostly for sadness. There was loss and struggle, but in the end we all came through okay.  And our friends, well let's say it's never a dull moment. I am not one of those flowery, let's all join hands and blah blah blah kind of people. I will say that I continue to strive for the non-commercialization of Christmas (see past blog posts entitled Merry Fucking Christmas 2014), but none of you fuckers ever listen to me. You only listen to social media and try and best each other by taking the "perfect" E-Christmas Card to post to your FB page, or the perfect selfie. The fact that that fucking word is in the dictionary, confirms my belief that people are stupid fucking assholes. Last year I listed what I wanted for Christmas, and as I reviewed the list, I realized I didn't get a single fucking thing I asked for. Some of it actually GOT WORSE...WTF?

That was my Merry Fucking Christmas rant. Now comes the year in review. And whoa Nellie what a fucking year it was. I mean for me personally, I feel like this year couldn't be done fast enough. It wasn't that it was necessarily a "bad" year per se, it was just a blah year. Not much happened to advance our lives in any significant way and I feel like we learned less. But that's what next year's are for, right?

But for the collective "us" (human beings) it was a fuck of a year.
Some crazy bitch in a backwards hillbilly town decided not to issue marriage certificates to gay people, because her religion doesn't condone it. Why do people have such a hard time remembering the separation of church and state? Is the concept that difficult? Not to mention, if your religion is teaching you to hate or not tolerate a certain group of people, you're fucking doing it wrong.

We have the absolute WORST crop of presidential candidates in the history of presidential candidates. A loud mouth fucking crazy person, a lying, cheating scandalous woman (I was being politically correct right there) and a guy so fucking liberal that I feel like if he could sign over my paycheck to welfare recipients it would happen. I would say get out there and vote, but fuck, it's going to be a tough one. Unless of course, you want to write in my name! :)

I won't even comment beyond this on the entertainment industry (I use the word entertainment very loosely here) some fucktards gave a fucking man who is still a fucking man, the woman of the year award. This man's family perpetrates whoring, lies and taking advantage of children for profit. While this sounds like the plot of a movie about a small country in Africa's dictator, it's real fucking life.
Disgusting.


I would love to tell you the next year is going to be better, but I can't. What I can tell you is that YOU can be better next year. Sounds corny and cliché, but if we all thought that way, what a place the world would be. To all of my friends and family I wish you a love filled holiday season and the most prosperous of New Year's. To everyone else, the same, but a little less love. (wink wink), I mean I don't know you that well.

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