What Do They Know About Partying...Or Anything Else For That Matter?

So anyway...I guess my Blog Stalker is gone for the moment. Most of you C.O.T. Agents and Spies probably have no ideer about what I'm a-talkin' about. Some disgruntled Evil Weevil read something I wrote who knows when and responded rudely saying that I'm not a good "Trotskyist" (actually, TrotskyITE is the preferred nomenclature) because I don't like single mothers (or something). FIRST I've never said (or written) anything negative about mothers (single or otherwise) EVER. But some people will misinterpet whatever suits their mood or agenda...even (and sometimes especially) if it's wrong. Remember Tipper Gore? I AM against procreation by morons! For fuck's sake we're being outbreeded. I guess it doesn't matter now, it's too late. People like me will fade out which should make most people happy. I can accept that. OH...there was something in there about me needing to "get out" of Siskiyou County. DUH! Of course, I left here ummm...15 years ago. Maybe if the person actually read what was on the C.O.T. site they'd have a basic understanding of what I've been doing. Which isn't snorting crank in Etna and listening to Limp Bizkit. Anyway...I don't care. My presence is only required here for three more weeks. Unless a get a certain job I'm kind of considering. But why stick around in a place that's threatened by me. Like I'm the biggest asshole around here. Not the rednecks. Not the "rescue natiom" douchebags! Not the former (and present) corrupt cops who re-enter into civil service. Not dumbshit hairdressers who want to keep Siskiyou County a welfare state. NOt Tori Amos-listening "sensitive" guys. Not speedfreaks. NO...I'm the worst thing/person anyone has to confront around here. No...not some dickhead snowboarder/extreme sports clat, not some racist hick, not some peach fuzz mustachioed wal-mart jewelry counter 14kt gold chain wearing over their wifebeater shirt and baggy pants wearing wannabe. NO...ME! Welcome to my world, Agents. Thank the supreme deity of your choice one The Artist Formerly Known As Trish is a-comin' to visit. Maybe I should listen to my friends and laugh (like they do...at me...getting shit). I do laugh. Sometimes. But sometimes I just polish my guns and listen to Scandinavian Black Metal. And sometimes I just leave town every single fucking day. Oh poor me. bOO Hoo. "you just don't see the positive" some assfuck will say. Yeah, as evidenced by the content on C.O.T. (.com). Maybe THEY don't see ME. bECAUSE they'll be forced to wonder why they're such cowardly fucks! Ha. Now I'm laughing. Ha Ha Ha. See...I can be a babykins too. I really don't care. Viva the collaboration between Phil Spector and the Ramones. Viva Sylvia Plath. Viva French New Wave cinema. Viva girls with bellies! Viva a properly poured pint. And death to poseurs! As ever, your Great Satan the Bottling Works Mall, F.E.L.i.X

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Corinna AKA Corinna said...
A little self-important, don't you think? Minus the Bloggerati, I'm pretty sure the rest of the county doesn't really give a fuck about what you're doing because they're too wrapped up in their own stuff.

Anyhoooos, you shouldn't leave simply due to adversity... I mean, isn't that half the reason segregation lasted as long as it did (and still does in some areas)?

PS. You should hang out with Tammy before you leave... if you leave.  

Loryn said...
Aye. It's rough all over. Sounds like where you are is no better than where I was for the longest. It always seems as if the rednecks are so scared of everyone that they bow up at everything, the rabble with the chains try to pull their guns at anything that moves in a somewhat disrespectful manner and, well, the rest of them are just out breeding us all. Scary, and a shame that they probably get laid more than we do. *sigh*

But, yeah. Good on you for gettin' out. Although you didn't mention where you're off to- if it's anywhere near Charleston, I hope you'll let me know.

Until then- good luck, sally forth and carry a big stick. Or something.  

Anonymous said...
You my dear friend need to leave before you self destruct.Hopefully find happyness with yourself somewhere far far away.  

Felix said...
NO NO NO. I want to stay in Siskiyou County for the rest of my life! I want to get married to woman with ugly hair who wears white shoes after labor day. Maybe I can get a job with the county! Maybe I can even be a volunteer firefighter! But seriously...I've only been here a year and a half (not counting growing up here over a decade ago). I think it's funny (or not) that of all the people who are fucking miserable around here (and unless you're living in denial you'll see them and--unfortunately have to interact with them--on a regular basis. The twist is that they claim to LOVE it here. Yeah. Sure. Okay. It must be something else that's making them a bunch of miserable cunts. ANother twist is that I AM getting the fuck out of here. Like, soon. Like totally soon. And then the people around here can go back to living in denial (and not having ME point it out to them). Anyway...who cares? As ever, your Visons of Neal, F.E.L.I.X.  

T.-> said...
If you leave Siskiyou County or move any further south than Dunsmuir, I will cry. I know you hate it here. I hate it here. I need you here to help keep me sane. I wish you'd stop "kinda considering" that job and actually apply. You would be paid to mess with the minds of our youth. Consider that...  

pleasetreadonme said...
Hi, I'm your "blog stalker." How funny that you think someone leaving ironic and (I thought) terribly witty comments on your blog is tantamount to stalking. I guess you've never been, er, popular enough to be thoroughly and truly stalked by anyone before. But actually I'm a little surprised to find that you were so puffed and swollen with indignation that anyone would even dare to begin to question something that you wrote, that you responded in the angry, sputtering way that you did. It was like the online equivalent of Donald Duck. Gee, Justin, don't you have a sense of humor about yourself (or anything else)? Your friends are right; you do need to leave that place before you implode with self-righteous outrage against the entire world. Sad, sad, sad. But I still am terribly flattered that you thought of me as your own personal stalker. What an angry, lonely, disappointed, miserable little self-important Nazi you are. I think I love you, mein fuhrer. Heil Felix!  

dotreadonme said...
By the way, I'm actually sorry for being mean to you. I don't have anything against you, actually. I just wanted to poke some holes into your indignant snobbery and your contradictory stance (for the common man, yet AGAINST the common man and all that he represents). Being an educated sort, aren't you able to learn from criticism, or is it something that's too difficult for you to bear even at your rather advanced age? After all, you're hardly a teenager, though you do seem to have the emotions of one. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but if you set up the world so that it seems as if everyone is standing against you, then nobody will ever be able to convince you otherwise. All that being said, you are a bit of a martinet and frankly your inner rage makes me laugh because I can't imagine that you are so vitriolic in person. I'll bet a million dollars that you're a guitar-strumming, beret-wearing, clove-smoking pussycat. No, two million! -your own personal (well, not really) stalker  

little boots said...
Oh yeah, and stop lying to your readers. Some of these people are obviously your friends; do they really deserve to be lied to? Any moron who can READ can actually go and find out what I wrote for themselves. Your misrepresentation of my comments is only indicative of how insecure and angry they must have made you feel, you poor little thing. And everyone knows you went to university, so what? So did I, genius. And no, I have never even been to Siskiyou County, as far as I know, but I have been to Santa Rosa and of course I know who you are. Oh, and the fact that you lived in Santa Rosa for a while hardly qualifies you as a cultural sophisticate. I lived there, too. Santa Rosa is hardly what I would call a thriving cultural hotspot. Not fucking likely! So, now I have "stalked" you three times tonight. You should be satisfied with that amount of attention. That should make up for the fact that I haven't checked on your blog in months, and only did so tonight out of sheer boredom. Maybe you should stop being so angry and start appreciating the fact that anyone actually cares enough to log onto your website; all you ever do is rant about how pissed you are and how everybody else sucks but you. I'm sure you make LOTS of friends and get LOTs of fans that way. Lots and lots, Caligula! ;)  

Felix said...
Are you SURE you don't have anything against me? I must admit that I was mistaken in figuring you for a Siskiyou County type. And, though you come across to me as hostile, I still must apologize (I wouldn't wish Siskiyou County residency status on anyone). You're right: I'm a self-aggrandized, self-righteous, indignant idiot. Duh! Why do you care? If I'm such a fuckup let me just flounder. Though admittedly your comments are hilarious (when they're not scary). I guess that's why I have guns. And isn't Santa Rosa (Sonoma County) the most cosmopolitan locale on the planet? I mean, besides Siskiyou County. Have I deceived myself into thinking that all these years? Sorry about the stalker comment, too. It's easy to confuse someone who posts anonymous comments one after the other in the early morning hours as a stalker. Well, at least for me...because I'm such a moron. And you should come to Siskiyou County. Maybe then you'd empathize with my comments. And, given your flair for verbal (or in this case, written) abuse, you might replace me as its greatest opponent. Maybe not. Whatever.  

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