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So... What's going on today...
Oh, Fun Fact:
8/10 I'd bet you're an Awful Jackass from Whore Island who deserves a mouthful of mucous and full day of servitude to ungrateful masters who only whip you in return for your gretest efforts to help them.
Of course, these consequences will never be met because your victims know of Pandora, and in the despairing pits of our disillusioned, misanthropic, dead-beating hearts, we have a glimmer of hope. That faint light keeps ius working hard. It keeps our road-rashed legs moving back and forth at top speed all night. It keeps our memories sharp and our voices friendly and upbeat throughout the otherwise overwhelming depression.
Our hope:
15% - 20%
Precious few humans of such noble lineage are left who would offer up appropriate payment to servants when not forced. It is a pitiful state of our culture and our people, that we are so cruel and greedy that we calculate tips to the barest 12-15 percentile mark, rounding down every time.
The joke is that there is never any mucous. At least I am honorable enough to do my absolute best to please my patrons, even if they are nasty, needy, selfishly time-consuming with their orders, young, foreign, or even black.
But all of you are such lazy, sick, audacious cretins that you take advantage of our sales and deals and discounts, spend high dollars at restaurants you cannot entirely afford, and then you make up the difference by fucking your servers. Well, FUCK YOU! FUCK your economy. FUCK your whining about powerful businessmen and hard workers who get bailouts because they're superior beings to your insignificant ass and who tip like they ought to. Go FUCK your bitchy, whiny, deserter ass back to whatever country or continent you came from.
This is AMERICA! Home of the brave. Our founders were inventors and idealists and businessmen and warriors who lived and died to create a capitalist democracy that propogates the ability of all people who have a will to work to become successful without kings and lords and conquerors and emperors, which may be far more necessary in the world of slackers and artless peons that you hail from).
Your life is so easy. All these businesses compete to make you happy. All these people work their asses off to help you out! You too work very hard to earn what you earn, and on the side you do your gigs to make extra money. We all have electricity and hot food and free time to exercise and play games and find women to fuck. Life is so easy here that so many of us need to do nothing more than lounge around a countertop and make idle conversation in order to keep a 2-4 person household fed.
And yet ungratefulness and greed reigns. Alas for the "economy?" HA! I mean, seriously, LOL or whatever. I'm not saying that the overlords of greed at the top of the food chain aren't at fault. I'm not saying that government laxness wasn't part of the problem. I'm just saying that NONE OF YOU ARE ANY DIFFERENT. NONE OF YOU ARE ANY HELP! The American society is full of freeloaders who insult the entire concept of their country by cheating the system and squandering money for their own trite and excessive pleasures, screwing over everybody around them and many people who are also far away. Our country is a junkyard, a monument of totalled, broken and detatched values that once were the driving force behind our great developments in the early-mid 20th century.
Look, I didn't believe it at first, because I work hard. I strive to become educated. I made good grades in high school, quickly getting a driver's license. I worked for my father and my family and at restaurants to make money on the side and pay my bills in High School. I have had 3 jobs since graduation, because college is expensive and so is life in general. I try help people when I can, not that it's my main priority. It's just shit that I do when there's a problem. I maintain moral and ethical values in accordance with my religion and my opinion of what needs to be done in order to be a "good" person, whatever. I have never known anything else. WHAT THE HELL ELSE IS THERE BUT THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR?!
Until now.
For the first time, I am introduced to society. I teach your children. Seriously, I teach writing to 6-12 graders and 1st and 2nd year college students because none of them have managed to learn the information supplied in that 100 page book, Strunk and White, over the past 14 years they've spent in school (for 8 hours each day). I listen to their self-righteous and extremist views, how they ignore their underlying selfishness, incompetence and gross misappropriation of morality and ethics by icily accusing the president and their bosses of ruining the world and their lives.
I also listen to you yourselves. You sit around the table, talking about games and boats and music and all these little priveleges that you love. Only the rich ones have anything to say about work. Only the men in suits or the men in rugged clothes have anything to say about matters that concern others and not themselves. Only that tiny percent of people who work on weekends and at nights are ever daring enough to respect a working man by offering up a decent and not unreasonable sum of money for services provided because that tiny group of people that has not fallen (completely) under the darkness of modern social squalor is, in truth, all that you have left.
And as this economy terminates all your ill gotten riches, all the wonders of life that your ancestors happily handed down to you expecting something more of your lives than blatant slovenliness, I hope that you taste just a tiny bit of the bitterness of the choking soil that you rub your crummy shoes on as you walk from back alley to back alley, hunting for a hit and a whore.
Look at how much this country sucks because of you parasitic fleabags. Now, go make something of yourself. Or die. Or, at least, leave my country. Our pussy democratic government has lenient border laws, and I'm sure we'll let you jump back on in once we have stuff worth stealing again. After all, I'm not going to change my ways. I just want you out of my way while I fix this shit.
I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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