I'm in one of those moods tonight. Restless and angry. I can't seem to go anywhere without someone talking about the latest media circus dubbed as,"The Penn State Scandal." The asshole puppets in the media love to throw the word "scandal" around as much as possible because they know it keeps the sheeple in this country glued to their TV's, watching the same shit over and over. The sheeple, those with either pathetically boring or miserably shitty lives, just can't get enough of it. It's like they feed off of it because it's all they talk about. You can't swing a dead cat without hitting one of them no matter where you go. I crossed paths with one of the goofy motherfuckers today when I was picking up cd blanks to burn some new music for my truck.
I was in the check out line at Best Buy, and some asshole (and clearly one of the sheeple) walks up and gets in line behind me two people back. He's probably in his late 50's, wearing a "Raider Nation" shirt and his cap backwards, and he's on his cellphone talking at the top of his lungs. He was talking so loud that at one point or another, everyone in front of me turned around with the WTF expression on their face and gave him the stink-eye. Can you guess what he apparently wanted everyone in Best Buy to know? You guessed it! He wanted everyone to hear his two fucking cents on what should happen to Paterno, and what would happen if he had something to say about it. If I had any balls, I would've punched the phone right into his ear drum and given him my two cents right then and there as he curled up on the ground in fetal position. Something like,
"Hey! Guess what, douchebag? First of all, the only thing that sucks more dick than the Raiders are Raiders fans! Period. Drive your dumb ass back to Oakland and fuck yourself! Or suck some dick! Just leave! Second, your backwards ball cap doesn't make you look cool or young. You just look like an over-the-hill douchebag Raiders fan that is too stupid to understand how the ball cap is designed to work. And as far as giving us all your unsolicited "take" on Paterno? Take your two cents and shove it up your ass!! You are a nobody! You don't mean shit! Nobody cares what you think should happen! And I don't give a fuck about what is happening! The outcome will not affect my life at all in one way or another, so STFU! Big! Fucking! Deal!"
Needless to say, there is lots of restless energy built up as a result of my surroundings and having to hear douchebaggy bullshit, over and over, that I really don't give a flying fuck about. And since there are no smelly hippies or socialist democrats nearby at the moment to release a fury of jaw-busting, teeth breaking, head stomping aggression on, once again it's Slayer to the rescue! I don't know what I would do without metal or punk, but I know I would be in a world of shit.
So without further ado, I leave you with some relaxing Slayer put to scenes of rainbows, unicorns and pretty flowers...