Here’s another batch of morons that I can do without

The people that think Walgreen’s is a place to do major shopping. It’s not it’s a fucking conviance store/PHARMACY! It’s a place where sick people go to get prescriptions filled and maybe get some Gatorade. Why is that every time I’m sick I’m always stuck behind some bubble assesd woman who decided to buy 24 margarita glasses. And the cashier is some 90 year old lady that’s taking five minutes to wrap each one even though the fucking things are plastic. Then usually if I’m lucky the customer will pay with a card if not they’ll ask if they can pay with a check even though there at least two signs saying we don’t accept checks! People get your major shopping done at a major store, or at least a store that’s for dishes or whatever. Walgreen’s is a store to run in and grab a few items you forgot but mostly it’s where sick pissed off people go to get mounds of drugs to get them better.

People that pay with a check - Oh my god! do these people piss me off to no end! Do these people not know that checks take for fucking ever to write! For me personally they always screw the hell out of my balance sheet because I’ve waited damn near a month before the check cleared and was taken out of my account. Now paying bills with them is one thing. Personally I don’t know why anyone doesnt do bill pay but if you don’t have a computer. But going to a store and using them irks me to no end! Folks you have this thing called a CHECK CARD!!!!!!!! IT’S A LOT FASTER!!!!!!!!!! Then some of these morons will reply “Well I’m old fashioned and I like my checks” (These old-fashioned people can be like 22 at times)  I scream back “IT’S CALLED PROGRESS! WE USED TO GET AROUND WITH THE HOARSE AND CART BUT WE DON’T DO THAT ANYMORE!”

People that blame McDonald for their massive weight gain. We all know people like this hell might even have a friend like this. They’re overweight and know it’s getting harder for them to do things or the health problems are starting to come around. Do they take personnel responsibility for it and go to the gym or take a walk or hell just eat a fucking salad NO! They end up saying it’s not my fault I can’t fit into a elevator anymore or that I can’t fit into a airplane seat It’s McDonalds, Burger Kings or Wendy’s fault. they usually say this while stuffing a Big Mac in their faces. My question to them is did anyone put a gun to your head and force you to get the three cheeseburgers. NO! I think that they put their hands on the steering wheel, drove to the Golden Arches and ordered the three Big Macs Didn’t they.

There probably will be a part three to this but that’s all I can think of for the moment

Warcorpse here talking about something that if you think about it for to long you’ll get a guaranteed migraine. All these fat people that sit and first off bitch about their weight while they’re sitting on the couch sucking down a Ho-Ho. Blaming everything from society to the media to the goddamn restaurants themselves for their weight problem. What’s even more aneurysm causing are these parents groups that get the schools to serve bland tasteless food because it needs to be healthyer for their fat ass kids. Then the third group that say they want to eat healthy but by nothing but TV Dinners, Frozen Pizza and other assorted Garbage. When confronted they say I don’t have time to cook. Really dinner should only take twenty to thirty minutes you don’t have that long!

To the people that sit there and blame everything I have one thing to say. NO ONE IS PUTTING A GUN TO YOUR HEAD AND FORCE FEEDING YOU DOUGHNUTS! You people are the ones going to restaurants and ordering all three courses for yourselves. Your the ones that go to buffets and eat for two goddamn hours. Your the ones that go to the grocery store and buy nothing but boxed or canned heavly processed instant meals. And your the ones who think that cooking begins and ends with the MICROWAVE!

Now does it end there hell no! You snack at least three times a day, drink soda by the gallon, won’t think about going to the gym after the month of January and generally round out the day by sitting on your couch watching all the safe programming on TV and slurping down all the ice cream you can handle. Then you try and tell me that it’s NOT your fault that you can barely get behind the wheel of your car . Here’s a thought try a salad, go see your doc, get on a exercise program, and you know what the pounds will FALL off! I know that’s not what the fat pride group wants to do but that’s another article

Now to the parents that are wrecking school lunches and even the goddamn bake sales, enough already. First off lunch is the one goddamn meal that you can eat like shit and still get away with it. Because you still have several hours to burn off the calories. Secondly most children can eat whatever they want because their metabolisms are burning at a hundred miles an hour and most of them are a hell of alot more active than their PARENTS. Third and most important school serves the kids ONE MEAL! you parents serve them the other TWO PLUS ALL THE SNACKS! If your kid is over-weight and he asks for cookies as a snack say NO! I know that’s a foreign word to most parents but it’s a great way of combating childhood obesity. Having the PARENTS step up and tell the lard ass kid NO!!!

It’s not McDonalds or Burger King’s fault your kids are fat its YOURS. Last time I checked the parents took them to McDonalds and PAID for the Happy meal. They’re kids they don’t have fucking jobs to buy shit with. Plus parents it’s really hard for a kid to eat healthy when mom and dad are sucking down the cookies to. Also if you want them to eat healthy stop giving them crap,  they’re kids they won’t starve after a day or two they’ll eat. It takes an adult brain to be able to starve yourself. One last little thing about the parents that got the bake sale to be healthy… SHUT THE FUCK UP! Cookies will never be healthy.

Lastly the third group that wants to eat healthy but says they don’t have time to cook and so they buy a Hormel ready-made Meatloaf, two packs of Bob Evans Mashed potatoes, A pack of Green Giant steam vegetables and a large jar of gravy and call it “dinner”. Then they sit there and wonder why their weight keeps going up and more so wonder why they’re to tired to cook. Here’s a thought, did you ever think the junk you’re eating is keeping you TIRED! Maybe if ate some REAL FOOD you’d feel better and have a little more energy. Folks healthy eating does not come from a PRE-MADE BOX! LEAN CUISINE IS NOT PART OF A HEALTHY DIET!

And don’t tell me you don’t have time to cook everyone does if you’ll just have to sacrafice the twenty minutes of American Idol and if you put a TV in the kitchen that problems finished. Fourtuently for everyone the old Warcorpse loves to cook and I’m compiling a list of recipes. They’re not particularly light but it is REAL FOOD! No pre-made bullshit!

So i think this proves that for every 1 fat person that is over-weight related to a medical problem that can’t be controlled through medication there’s 999 that are a  result of pure laziness or stupidity. Laziness is the reason I’m a bit overweight myself. I just don’t make bull-shit excuses for it. Okay America now it’s time to either do something about it or stop crying about it!

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Back in high school, a good friend of mine and I used to go to the beach at the whimsical twilight hours of the night. The beach was always closed around that time of course, so we would end up parking our car a good few feet away and proceed to ’sleuth’ our way onto the shore. We had to be extra quiet and sneaky so that the guards patrolling the beach late at night wouldn’t catch us. It’s one of those simple things in life that I will always remember and cherish. Even just going to the beach alone at night feels good. There’s something soothing about the crashing of the waves and the mist of the sea breeze gently flowing around me. Just thinking about it makes me want to close my eyes and just teleport to that place at that time again. I guess really I’m just longing for some relaxation.

It seems whenever I blog, it’s always about my life and my life’s problems. I didn’t want that to be the case but it just seems the easiest way to rant. Telling my friends about my daily problems isn’t as easy as it used to be. I just feel like I’m always complaining, always bitching, and always having some sort of problem. As if the world isn’t full of problems for everyone as it is…..I guess my contribution just makes me feel like I’m being a burden to everyone else….but really I can’t help feeling negative these days.

A lot of good things have been happening, well as good as it can possibly get at the moment….but I can’t help but feel like after every little possible good thing that could and does occur to me, there follows the lurking shadow of a bad thing. I just don’t get it. Is karma really this eminent?? I feel like I can’t catch a freaking break these days. There’s enough on my plate as it is….why can’t I have just that one good thing for myself without something negative following right behind it? Just for a moment is all I ask….but maybe I’m asking too much.

I don’t want to seem emo, because well it just seems like everyone is trying to categorize me as just that. It’s not that I’m super emotional, it’s just that it IS really what it is—really fucking bad shit keeps happening to me. Well…I guess I’m a little bit exaggerating but I don’t know…. I really dont know how to handle myself right now. I just need a little refuge….some peace and that’s why all I can think about lately is the calming, soothing sounds of the ocean waves. All I can think about is going to the beach by myself where nowhere else is there. I hate the sunny weather….I just want my twilight darkness and some of God’s divine creation known as the sea.
I can’t help but dream….dream of better times, better days, and better memories. I just hope that I can keep my emotions in tact long enough for me to get my head together and figure things out.
I’m thankful though, always. I’m thankful to the people who always care or at the least act like they care. Knowing that other people are there in times of hardship makes me feel a little more at ease and makes me feel that i’m not alone. Even knowing that other people have problems makes me feel better….although that might sound messed up. It just makes me feel like I’m not th eonly person in the world with all these seemingly spontaneous problems all at once. I am not alone…..but I can’t help but feel like there’s not one person that is REALLY there for me….in the end, it’s all me isn’t it?

If you’re ever in the mood to take a midnight stroll across the highways and chill at some random beach with me…..by all means…I’m waiting for it!

-L

“Osama Bin Bono…communist.” I heard those words put together in the same sentence down at the Oasis Café last weekend. Now that’s original. I did a Google search on Osama Bin Bono and nothing came up. You gotta hand it to those Minnesotans; they are original.

I don’t know what those words mean. I’m guessing the man who put those thoughts together was saying that Bono, the humanitarian activist rock star from Dublin Ireland is a terrorist and a communist! Now that’s some information I haven’t heard! Way to go Bono! Bet you never thought you’d get so far coming from a little land called Dublin.

By the way, has anyone noticed that the portions at the Oasis have gotten smaller? My take-out eggs benedict and hash browns used to literally be overflowing. The first time I ordered them a couple years ago, I had a hard time not spilling them all over myself as I sat on the hood of my car and stared out through my hangover at the incredibly gorgeous St. Croix River and carefully tried to eat them before they oozed over the edges of the Styrofoam take-out container. Last weekend they barely filled it. Must be communism.

Damnitt Bono, just look at what you’ve done to my Eggs Benedict! You god damn terrorist! Now I have to order two portions to have a pleasant Sunday morning heart attack.

It’s true! Just because you have some douche bag request and a pocket full of money, that does not make it anyone’s responsibility to make anything happen for you. 

If someone is hired to provide a service to you, such as making and/or serving food, you should count yourself lucky such a person even exists! We are workers, not prostitutes. We’re in the thick of this shit because we have to, or because we’re too lazy to do anything else. If the latter is the case, then fine, file a complaint, but don’t act like it’s our job to powder your ass just because you were too lazy to do it yourself. 

WE ARE THE PEOPLE IN CHARGE OF YOUR FOOD!

Don’t treat us like a bunch of incompetent assholes (even though some of us are)!  You wouldn’t piss off your doctor before a prostate exam, would you? Where the fuck does anyone get the idea that it’s alright to anger anyone preparing something you’re about to put into your body?! Keep in mind in at all times that the more shit you give us, the more shit you’ll receive. 

Furthermore, if you’ve received shitty service, or your order was botched, keep two things in mind:

1. Things get busy at places like that, and we’re only fucking human! Mistakes happen! Imagine if every time you fucked up in some little way, some angry asshole called your home and yelled at you, belittled your intelligence, and told you to go fuck yourself. Or worse yet, someone else in your home fucked up and you had to get bitched out for it! 
2. NO ONE GIVES A SHIT IF YOU’RE GOING TO STOP ORDERING FROM THEIR STORE! Unless they’re one of the top bosses in the place, if you tell someone that you’re not ordering food from them again, they’re probably thinking “Good riddance to bad blubber!”

You’re not as important as you think you are you egocentric little fuck head! You’re not a toddler anymore, you should be over that shit! Your money is going to the company that we hate and pays us too little, not us. If it was us taking your money, your actions might be a tad more excusable. No matter what price you’re paying, no matter how bad your food was, no matter any of it, WE ARE BEING DICKED WORSE THAN YOU! Plain and simple. The life of a “food service representative” is bad enough without your grandiose douchebaggery, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET IN LINE!

Atlanta has always been a city teetering at a crossroads. From

 a once bustling gateway for the determined spirits of pioneers traveling both north and south, to a new and evermore vibrant modern day intersection for the entire world, innovation is truly in the DNA of this city. People traveling near and far are simply drawn to this unique southern capital that crouches enticingly, deep down into an emerald valley of spacious rolling hills. And no one personality has come to truly represent the unofficial brand of this city more so than Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. It is here in his very own hometown that I believe that Dr. King had in mind to deliver to the whole world his ultimate dream of the creation of The Beloved Community. We live in a city that does not need to create a brand for itself; it already has one. It just needs to be fulfilled that’s all.

Today, Dr. King’s enormous egalitarian spirit has been embraced throughout the world as a singular symbol of spiritual probity and ‘agape love’.  Indeed, in death Dr. King has become somewhat elevated to a kind of unofficial sainthood right before our eyes, as travelers have ventured during just the last few years, from places all over the planet uniquely drawn to a solitary pilgrimage, making their way to Atlanta, in order to visit the tomb of this modern day Prince of Peace.  As a result, today King’s Tomb is one of the most traveled destinations in the world.

Naturally, it would appear that no greater opportunity has existed than the present, for Atlanta to truly embrace a brand of its own (The Beloved Community). Marta (The Metro Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority) and the enormous hospitality industry here which employs more than 55,000 people, both of these entities would seem to naturally act as a kind of concierge for people traveling from every corner of the world.  And no greater vehicle exists than can be found through encouraging these industries to take a fresh look at their level of customer service; because frankly, this city has some of the worst customer service in the entire nation. What is clearly missing is the kind of training that puts the focus squarely upon an understanding that —-“customer service actually begins in the Back of the House!”

In other words beloved, the Marta attendant that for all intents and purposes appears to be thoroughly gracious to the tourist that comes to town has not necessarily been fully trained. You would be surprised to know just what people will attempt to get away with when they think that nobody is watching! It is how he treats the “regulars” whom he interacts with on a daily basis that actually will determine the “organizations overall level of customer service”. What this means is that the young college student who appears to have great skills on the dining room, as she graciously servers her guests, still cannot be fully invested in being at her best if she is constantly in disagreement with the cook she works with on a daily basis on the other side of the dining room door. This is because no matter what, you simply cannot entirely ‘fake the funk!’ The two attitudes are totally inconsistent with one another, and sooner or later this will be shown in a decline of service and a measurable loss of revenue. You can notice this divergence in industry after industry all throughout the city. This Blog then is dedicated to you the consumer. It is for those moments when you just want to speak out or yell even, because of a terrible experience you have had with customer service. This is where you can tell your story. Because the only way that we can fix these companies and help Atlanta to become the city that it was meant to be, is to put purveyors of poor customer service on full blast!

                                                                                                                      TSA