Showing posts with label Idjit Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Idjit Stuff. Show all posts

11/15/09

It Is No Wonder...

Last night the FireMarshall and I went to Stat.ion.9 to help celebrate our GodNeice's 21st Birthday and we both sat there with our mouths hanging open - me clutching my virtual pearls & the FM scowling and ready pull off his belt and begin to azz whoppin on the whole club.

What we saw happening in terms of "dancing" (if you could even call it that) and dress was equivalent to watching soft p.o.r.n live and in living color. We watched as young "ladies" in their early 20's, most of them Ho.war.d U students come to this club dressed exactly like garden implements - STRAIGHT UP HO's. Dresses so frigging tight that it left us with no doubt that they had absolutely NO undergarments on. They couldn't possibly. Dresses, skirts & shorts so frigging short that with one gyration of a hip, we were given proof positive that they didn't have panties on and that the hedge needed to be trimmed. We couldn't understand why they just didn't come in a their underwear or nothing at all. I had more material in my own bloomers than at least 2 girls put together.

However, the dress code (if you could even call it that) was not what really sent me into my Prudish Clutching Pearls moment...it was they way these chicks were dancing. We were absolutely MORTIFIED. We watched as several girls actually bent over at the waist, backed it up, backed it down & all around while the guy de jour tapped that azz to the beat of the music. Then it got so intense, that they would get into a kind of chain to execute what I could only describe as a group chex line (or they would hold onto the pillar if they were near one) - girls would bend over & hold the waist of the guy in front & so on - so that they could get a better grip and apply more force/leverage so the guy could simulate tappin it. I watched as girls would squat down down to crotch level or EVEN KNEEL ON THE FRIGGIN FLOOR while the guy would simulate gyrating his hips as if the girl was doing oral sans ropas. GTFOOH!!!!!!

Is dance floor chex a new dance move? We watched as the young college girls that had the whole life ahead of them dress and act like garden tools. We watched in horror as these girls (one was freakin so hard she blew two buttons off her dress - and asked the girl sitting next to me for a safety pin - WTF For?!!!) did their best performance for a chex film entitled College Girls Do Entire Club. I simply could not fix my face for one more minute of these shenanigans. The FireMarshall looked at me over the top of his glasses and that was the cue for us to roll out.

It is no wonder, no surprise AT ALL, that a more than a fair share of men these days treat women like hoo.kers, talk to them any ole kind of way, treat them like dirt, maybe even hit on them. NO WONDER.

When a woman ACTS LIKE A HO, DRESSES LIKE A HO....YOU ARE GONNA BE TREATED LIKE A HO. PERIOD.

Ladies...if the shoe fits, wear it. However, we have GOT to do better. If those are your shoes, get new ones.

You can't expect a man to treat you with respect if you don't treat yourself with respect. You can't expect to find Prince Charming in the man you let hump you in a night club and then passed you to his buddies like a piece of meat. He WILL NOT be taking you home to meet mama. You can't expect to behave like that and then expect him to see the nurturing, beautiful woman you are who will be the mother of his children. Stop acting shocked when the man you were chexing up in the club calls you a Byatch or worse when in the heat of an argument. You already set the standard of behavior.

Men are pretty simple creatures when you boil it down. They are hunters. They learn how to hunt different prey through experience. They learn what they can and can not do/get away with in order to have a successful hunt. The way they hunt for a quick meal is vastly different from the way they hunt for the future Mrs. Gatherer. I know for a fact that a man can look at me and KNOW that I AM NOT THE ONE to come at with some craziness or jedi mind tricks. It is all in the respect I have for myself, my demeanor, my carriage, the way I dress etc. However, the ladies doing the stuff & dressing the way I saw last night are setting themselves up to be quick prey; thrown to the side with your entrails hanging out on the side of the road. STOP IT.

Men won't do right by you till you do right by yourself. STOP IT. DO BETTER. NOW.

I'm just saying. What you think?

3/25/09

Gross Generalizations

Yesterday, this chick posted on her FaceBook wall the following update:

"Why is it that corporate folks that make over $100 grand ALWAYS seem incapable of doing such mundane things like [unjam] the fax machine."


I read it. It made my eye twitch. I just hate when people make gross, sweeping generalizations about a group of people - it smacks of classism, racism, jealousy, hateration, and/or pettiness (one or all of the above). I commented, "Wow. That's a gross generaliztion. I'm one of those corporate folks and I have no problem fixing the fax machine [or anything else] that needs to get done."

Well, it became very apparent that she (and her "friends") didn't think that what she said was a generalization - a statement about all the members of a group that may be true in some or many situations but is not true in every case - and just kept going on about how "they" see this all the time and why (kinda like all black males are theives or worse). Yes, it did hit a nerve - not about being a "corporate folk that makes over $100 grand" but the generalization, the pettiness of it and the fact that it just irks me when people think they can just say any ole damn thing and think that nobody is going to call them on it. They go around just saying hot damn mess and think that everyone around them will just co-sign it.

I'm just not one of those people.

Thus, I decided to use her own words against her to make my point about how that statement was a generalization. I posted this FB thought on my wall:

Why is it that corporate folk who make <100k>100K will or won't do mundane? Classism, Jealousy or lazy themselves? Was that a generalization?
Now that set this chick OFF. I've found that when you use peoples own words back at them to illustrate a point, you find out that they rarely want to hear it and get their panties all in a bunch. "[I} took [her comment] from a generalized comment that [I] should have just brushed off and kept it moving to start attackin [her] personally." See, that is exactly what people who pop off with dribble and nonsense expect you to do. Brush it off and keep it moving so they can continue saying stupid stuff. When they run up on somebody who has the temerity to say something back - you get the screaming, the histerics, the true personal attacks.

I was accused of being one of those lazy corporate folk, of making a personal attack and of being a hater. BWAAAAHAAAAHAAAA! Hate - are you serious? I barely knew this chick. The only reason I friended her on FB was because she had two friends in common with me - two people I respect and personally know - so okay - I accepted. HATER? I don't even know you to hate on anything you have or say. PHULEEEEZE. The only thing I know of you is what you look like from your facebook picture - and I would recommend picking another one, since that one is unfortunate. Since you went on and on about how you didn't have time or want to be around a hater - I helped you out on that front and de-friended your behind AND blocked you. Guess what? DING - you are now free to move about FB without worring about me.

Just a tip here...if you are one of those people that just spouts off at the mouth without thinking, please don't be surprised and get all hostile when someone checks your azz. I'm just saying.

Now, move along people, there is nothing left to see.

3/8/09

Is There ANYONE that STOOPIT?

I am so damn sick of getting these emails out of the blue that I have millions coming to me if I just send some simple information.

Millions, you say? ARE YOU SERIOUS. You found me outta the damn friggin universe, we don't know each other from adam, and you are gonna just ship/transfer via diplomatic courier or "secure" bank transfer MILLIONS to little ole me cause you can't seem to get that money outta your country without MY HELP.

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Do you really think that there is someone THAT DAMN STOOPIT to believe such a thing. There must be...it would only take one, I guess to make it worthwhile.

Here is the letter I got today (I refuse to edit punctuation or grammer, but did bold some ish that should have your runnin for the DELETE key immediately):

SIR/MADAM,

We are very sorry for the delay of your payment, we are delighted to inform you that your fund is ready for transferred.

In this regards we are going to send your part payment of 5Million USD. To you via our accredited shipping company and I have secured every needed documents to cover the money. Note: The money is coming on 2 security proof boxes. The boxes are sealed with synthetic nylon seal and padded with machine.

Please you don't have to worry for anything, The boxes are coming with a Diplomatic agent who will accompany the boxes to your house address. All you need to do now is to send to me your full house address and your identity such as, international passport or drivers license and your mobile phone number, The Diplomatic will travel with it.

He will call you immediately he arrives your country's airport. I hope you understand me.Please kindly get bac k to me today also with the requested information So that we can proceed on this transaction as soon as possible.

Note: The diplomat does not know the original contents of the boxes.What l declared to them as the contents is Sensitive Photographic Film Materials for security reasons. I did not declare money to them please. If they call you and ask you the contents please tell them the same thing Ok.
(1) YOUR NAME:.....................
(2) YOUR ADDRESS:..................
(3) YOUR TELEPHONE ................
(4) AGE............................
(5) SEX:...........................
(6) YOUR OCCUPATION................
(7) A COPY OF YOUR PASSPORT OR DRIVERS LICENSE.

Email me at contactpaymentunit@gmail.com and I will let you know how far I have gone with the arrangement. I will secure the Diplomatic immunity clearance certificate, which will make it pass every custom checkpoint all over the world without hitch. Confirm the receipt of this message and send the requirements to me immediately you receive this message.

You are advised to stop every communication with any body so that your payment can be delivered to you with out any further delay.

Please i need urgent reply because the boxes are schedule to live as soon as we hear from you. E-mail me immediately.Congratulations.

Best Regards,
General David Mark.

General Mark - ARE YOU FRIGGIN SERIOUS!!!!!. GTFOOH with this ignant ish.

STAY OUTTA MY INBOX. Go directly to spam, do not pass go, DO NOT SEND 5 MILLION USD.

12/6/07

Idjits!

There are SOOOOO many times that I just sigh at the ignant sheet that people say and do and today was just another one of those days. This time they went from just ignant to a full blown IDJIT.

A fellow alumni from West Point died on the 29th of November. As the Chairman, Communications for the Association of Graduates Diversity Leadership Council, it was my job to send out the notification to the distribution list for the funeral of one of the Long Grey Line. One of "us." I send out the news and I get an email back from another grad that said he no longer lives in Texas (where the funeral is being held) so remove him from the distribution list. YOU IDJIT. You don't have to live in Texas or anywhere else for that matter to want to hear about a fallen comrad. Nobody asked you to go the funeral, IDJIT. We were just sending out a communication. There ain't that many of "us" who graduated from the damn place. Whether you knew the deceased or not, you could at least have a moment of silence for one of the Corps that has gone home. IDJIT. IDJIT. IDJIT. Anyway you look at it.

Whatever. I deleted your IDJIT AZZ from the distro list. NO MORE JELLO FOR YOU!