FknBucky

Lunch time.  Ah the joys of sitting at a desk inside on a beautiful day when I should be laying in the sun drinking a Miller Lite and texting old girlfriends.  The drunk text is something that none of us heard of 10 years ago, but almost all of us are currently guilty of it.  The waking up and realizing that you professed your undying love to someone you haven’t seen in six months is always a great feeling. 

What else is there?  Working daily sucks, but it is better than the 10% of people that can’t “find” a job.  I think this extending unemployment benefits is bullshit and until I need them for 2 years or whatever it is up to now, I’ll still think that way.  Most of these people are working for cash somewhere and milking the system.  Fuckers. 

Sarah Palin is hot, and I would definitely hook up with her.  I think I could do it too, as I seem to hook up with chicks that aren’t that smart.  We make fun of these politicians and butcher them in the media, but how many of you would come out looking clean when your entire life and family are put under a microscope.  We expect these people to be perfect and that is just plain fucking stupid.

We should want people representing us that are like us.  Grew up hard and knowing what it is like to go to bed hungry because there just wasn’t anything to eat.  It wasn’t often, but I do remember not having any food, and that sucked.  Maybe that is why I work so hard now.  Maybe not.

I would much rather the person representing my voice go through the real trials of life and make mistakes on the way.  When you make mistakes you have the golden opportunity to learn from them.  Stupid people make the same mistakes over and over like any given episode of Jersey Shore. 

Fucking train wreck those kids, but I can relate.  I spent most of my early twenties going out, getting wasted, and trying to bang hot chicks.   Most of the time I ended up with a Snooki, and woke up thinking what the fuck??  At least I had the good sense to not impregnate one of those broads and really be biting the bullet right now.  A little Buooki running around causing terror everywhere you look.

Ahh Sarah and Snooki, now that is a threesome to write home about.  I’d take pictures of that and they would go straight up on the old Facebook page.  Nice to see what people are up to that I don’t get to see everyday.  I can check out their “page” and judge whether my life is better than theirs.    You know you do it. 

Just a quick ramble today to keep you checking.  I’ll think of something to bitch about tomorrow and really get you fired up.

So a new week is upon us and hopefully most of you view it as a new beginning.  A fresh start to kick some ass in the world, work a bit harder to get ahead, and meet new friends or reconnect with old ones.  This is the most important thing in the world is making great relationships with the people that you’re close to.  I concentrate on this well never because I’m an asshole, but I’ve heard it is nice to have friends. 

I sometimes say things that are at the very least offensive and I do it without giving a shit of how it is taken by someone else.  I have no fear of the PC police or the types that get all up in arms whenever someone says something off color.  Always a time and a place for comments, but with a blog that is titled ASK Fknbucky one should expect some shit coming your way.

I live my life by just going for it, encourage those around me to do this also, and every once in a while I’ll hit a zinger and we all laugh.  More times than not people just look at me crosseyed and ask if I need more stamps.  This is the world we live in and I deal with it just like the rest of you do.  There is a point to this and I’m fucking getting there.

Our society has a line drawn across it.  We mustn’t say this or that because it might hurt someone’s feelings.  I agree with that part of it.  I never write about anyone personally unless they are in the news,  all of the “names” I use are made up mostly, and personally attacking someone is a dickhead thing to do.  That being said, lets get into the real point, I like women with huge fake boobs. 

With this line being drawn in the “fake” sand of society we have a free right to venture as close to it as we want.  I personally have no problem getting up to it because that is the way I am programmed.  I don’t want to live in fear of pissing someone off.  You shouldn’t either.  Crossing the line a few times is WAY better than never getting near it.

Without crossing that sucker a few times in life we would NEVER grow as a society.  Scared of offending a black person, well just don’t talk to them.  You will never offend someone that is black if you just NEVER have any communication with them whatsoever.  What about Muslims??   Don’t even look at them and you’re sure to be just fine.

I plan to talk to everyone on the fucking planet and if they don’t like it, they can rip their ears off.  That is the only way you will not hear me.  I’m not afraid of speaking my mind or engaging a conversation with anyone ever.  Those of you lucky enough to actually speak to me understand that I would never say anything intentionally to hurt someone, and if I have an apology usually will follow.  Nobody’s perfect, and I’m not anywhere near it.

We have the president saying that it is okay to build a mosque in Manhatten.  For once I agree with him and that doesn’t happen very often.  We are in America and people are free to worship where ever they want and whatever they want, no matter how offensive it is.  This is without a doubt extremely distasteful.  I loathe the fact that anyone would even dream of building one there, but we are in a country that allows assholes to be free. 

The one part I don’t like is why is the president even talking about this??  Doesn’t he have more important things to do??  Maybe a welcome distraction from the fact we have no fucking jobs, the economy sucks, and the only one traveling is the first family.  Glad they are enjoying the 4 years we gave them to party down.  Please let’s pay attention and not make it 8, but that is another story.  Don’ t get sucked into these meaningless arguments that keep you from paying attention to the shit that really matters.

Got political on you kikes, fags, lezbo’s, crackers, nigga’s, wetbacks, broads, bitches, chicks, and fuck you.

Fknbucky

Headlines.  Iowa is flooded again.  I outa went around is what IOWA stands for.  Just kidding who doesn’t like hot, humid, sticky, flooded, bugs, and meth.  Mix that up with pick up trucks and a shit load of beer in coolers and you have the middle of the USA.  Most of those guys & girls have guns with them at all times so don’t fuck with them.

Jennifer Aniston doesn’t need a man.  Well good thing she is promoting single motherhood, I was at the tittie bar the other night and they only had 75 dancers for 6 patrons.  The more single moms we have, the more dancers at Buns & Roses for the rest of us.  I’ll make it rain dollar bills to make sure little Johnny gets his time with a head doctor because Mommy sheltered his little whiney ass.  Then they wonder why Johnny gets his lunch money stolen everyday.  Maybe because there wasn’t a man around to show him how to be one. 

Mommies little bastard is a pussy and now we will have a whole nation of them.  There are some things Moms can’t do, like stand up and piss on stuff.  I don’t know why it is cool, but it is.  You aren’t a man until you learn how to piss your name in the snow, dirt, and on your sister’s pillow.  Sorry Shannon.  Don’t get me wrong, I get it that some women don’t have a choice, but women like Jen have enough money to Rent-A-Dad.  Most women live in the real world, something Jennifer left behind to become the stupidest hot bitch ever.  I can say she is stupid, I once banged a chick that looked nothing like her.

Fucking flooding man.  I hate that shit.  Nothing to do with it but watch the water go by, and that gets boring after about five minutes.  You stand there, take a few sips of your koozie covered beer that says “Zero to Horny in 2 beers”, and think to yourself….   Ha ha people that own a koozie with those words on it don’t do much thinking.    

After taking in the precious view of muddy shit water for five minutes you turn to your left, your other left, and say “Wanna drive through it??”

Captain big truck says “Yes” and then shit gets fun again.  I’ve done it hundreds of times and proud of it.  

Ahhh anything else that I can touch on to offend you??  How about high school chicks??  I haven’t touched one of those in at least six weeks.  So some airline employee freaked out and the USA makes him a fucking folk hero??  This is what happens when you let faggots do stuff. 

This dipshit is how old?  This is exactly my point about some whiney little bitch that can’t handle the real world.  What about the rest of the people on that plane that had some shit to do??  This queen gets a little upset and decides to take it out on a couple hundred random people that paid a lot of money PLUS a fucking baggage fee to fly somewhere.   They didn’t need some pussy hater screwing up their connection flights.  

This shit is only going to get worse.  Now this dick lover wants his job back.  He has flying in his blood his lawyer says??   Well I have alcohol in mine you dumbfuck and even I know if I want to keep my job I have to bite my tongue and take one for the team sometimes. 

This poor me attitude is a bunch of crap, and I’m obviously over it, but what do you think.  Would you be understanding that this guy couldn’t handle well um DOING HIS FUCKING JOB??  That is what being a flight attendant is, taking care of people while they are on the damn airplane.  Sometimes people get pissed off when they are flying because it sucks ass now.   Maybe they should go back to only hiring hot chicks in little skirts and giving away free booze.  Then you can watch the anger just wash away like a small town in IA after a rain storm.  Didn’t know how I would tie that all together did you. 

We should hang this guy up by his toenails and throw rocks at him to show the rest of the world what happens when you act like a little sissy bitch.  Happy Friday.   Where the fuck is my bottle of Crown Royal?? 

Fknbucky

Thursday.  Almost the end of the week.  When I was a wee lad I would go out every Thursday night and get loaded because it was close to Friday.  Made sense to me at the time.  I enjoyed drinking beer and driving around, not giving a fuck, and chasing girls.  I never had much luck catching one, but I like the chase more anyway.  Usually once I caught one she would never shut up and I would let her go out of frustration just to get some peace and quiet.   Women sure can cause some ruckus when they want to.

Nothing like the silence of a woman to really fuck with you though.  At least when they are yelling, you know they still care.  Once the bitching stops you’re really fucked.  That means she is thinking and nothing on this planet is scarier than a woman thinking about how to fuck your life up.  ha ha I’m single ladies, really it is true. 

Where I am going today with a bit of reminicing.  I made a lot of let’s say out of the box decisions when I was younger.  Most of you don’t know me  well enough to understand why, but should know I had my reasons to do these “crazy” things growing up.  It seemed normal to me by the way.  I thought people that sat around doing nothing were the crazy ones.  I wanted to experience everything, try everything, and then do it wasted. 

Things are different now and I don’t know if the world actually changes or the way I see it does.  15 yrs ago I was walking around not giving a fuck about politics for sure, not worrying about making sales numbers, and pretty much thinking about who would buy me beer when I got out of school.  Sure wish we had cell phones then, it would have been so much easier.  Sitting on the fucking street corner until someone I knew drove by sucked balls, but I did it daily because beer was important.  

I feel like kids don’ t put the effort in that we used to.  Even though I was trying to do something “illegal”, I worked for it.  Now kids just steal from their parents and Mommy and Daddy blame themselves.  Nice parenting.  My dad would have kicked my ass up and down the street if I drank HIS beer.  I was free to do whatever I wanted with mine except waste it.  Drink each beer until it is gone you lazy “let it get warm” fuck heads.  Hate people that waste beer.  That whole paragraph is awesome.   

I liked getting a case of beer and sitting in the passenger seat passing them out to the other eager underage deliquents in the car.  It was like passing out smiles and I had a box full of them.  I still remember the feeling of tearing open the cardboard and grabbing the first ice cold can.  This was before big mouth cans so we used to stop and shotgun a couple to get things really started. 

What I mean to say is don’t drink kids.  Fuck it who am I kidding.  Drink if you want to, but use your fucking head when you do it.  Kids are going to do whatever they want, but it is our job as adults to teach them how to make somewhat intelligent decisions while they are out doing this dumbshit.  By the way some kids are going to suck at doing dumbshit and get caught.  I did it every day and only got caught a few times.  Takes intelligence to be a bad kid. 

We are so hell bent on stopping kids from being kids to protect them that we forget what it was like to be one.  Most high school kids are going to drink and try some things that you wish they wouldn’t. I feel the best thing to do is explain to kids the real dangers and consequences involved with getting wasted and then hope they listen.  The more laws, restrictions, and complaining we do aren’t going to change the fact that kids are curious little bastards that will do whatever the fuck they want to when we aren’t watching them. 

I remember laughing so much and not having a care about anything except being able to drink my face off.  The people around me always had fun as well and some of the best times of my life were sitting in a garage somewhere freezing my ass off drinking a 12 pack as fast as possible.  Or sitting under a bridge pounding beers and smoking cigs one after another because Mike threw the damn matches in the river. 

There was banging Jill something or other in the backseat of my car in a barn outside of town.  That was a good day.  I had fun every single day of my life and I still do.  We have to be careful how much of our “freedom” we give up to “protect” those around us.  Sometimes things happen that are tragic and it sucks.  No way around it, but freaking out and trying to control the outcome of everything IS NOT the answer.  Remember that. 

Sit back, crack a cold one, and remember what it was like to not give a fuck.  God knows I will right after I make my sales numbers for the day, drive home at the speed limit wearing my seatbelt, and then purchase a six pack with my real ID.  Sure beats the hell out of sitting on a street corner…

Fknbucky

So I’m in a charitable mood today.  Maybe I’ll write some sweet little tidbit about how blue the sky is, how nice the birds sound chirping, or how much I hate Asian people behind the wheel of a car.  Ahh the sweet smell of exhaust during my morning commute on the 5, surrounded by hundreds of idiots just like myself going to a place they hate for the next 10 hours.  Sad and awful, yet somewhat amusing for some reason.

Where are we all going?  Most of us in a rush without a thought of the person next to us, in front of you, or behind you who is still pondering why you cut  them off.  I personally write down your license plate number and add it to the list of people that I will hunt down and kill in 7 years.

I look at people on the 5 as I’m stuck in traffic next to them.  2-3 minutes next to a person can give you enough time to guess what their life is like.   If they are single or married?  Do they have kids?  What kind of work they do?  Are they successful?  Happy?   Ever look around and wonder about others or are you to busy worrying about yourself? 

I see foreign looking guys that may have fought poverty in a war zone for the first twenty years of their life.  One day fleeing to get into America and make a better life for his family.  Leaving his parents, brothers, sisters all behind in hopes of providing a safer environment for his children.  Could you do it?  Travel across the globe and take advantage of the opportunities that would never be available in a land you’ve always known as home. 

Or maybe he is a terrorist and I should call 911 immediately.   Most likely Homeland Security would come arrest me for racially profiling someone so I let it go.  He could have a blinking sign on his car saying I’m going to blow up infidels and the police would not have probable cause.  Two black guys burning a blunt in a Safeway parking lot is  reason enough to bring out SWAT though. 

I see pretty women that seem to worry more about their looks, make up, and brand of clothes they have on than they do children in the world who are begging on street corners for pennies just to eat.  Is having a Gucci bag that important?  Maybe she worked all her life, studying hard at school and getting a degree to earn it, or daddy just want to make sure his princess has everything she wants.  Then again she could volunteer daily and feed homeless people and the bag was a gift.  Yeah right.  Throw a hundred dollar bill in the air and watch her shirt come off.  Who am I to judge??  Doesn’t matter, I still judge people and so do you. 

The world is full of stories, hardships, and I’d like to think those stories end happy somehow.  Most of my blogs have a touch of anger to say the least but that is what sets me off.  I get pissed about the things around me and what really gets me going is the ignorance that my peers show daily.  The “until it directly affects me, what do I care” attitude that WILL come back to bite you on the ass.  By the time these problems trickle down and start affecting YOU it will be way to late to do anything about them.  Once again you’re not that important in the whole scheme of things.

I’ve know a girl that always has a smile and is a real pleasure to be around, but one day not to many years ago her world was crushed.  Her brother murdered their mother and then killed himself.   Currently there is not a law against shooting yourself, but I am lobbying for it.  I knew her for months before she shared this story with me.  It was unbelievable that this amazing person could have this horror in her past.  Still think your high school years were harder than everyone else’s??

I came across a child at the hospital that was building a picture board for her parents, filling it with pictures of her and her brother.  I said that was sweet and helped her for about thirty minutes.  After she went back to her room I learned that her brother died from the same disease she currently had three months prior to that day.  She later past away as well, and I think of her parents often and how painful that must be.  I pray to never know that type of pain. 

We’ve all have our challenges ranging from getting 3 kids ready for school or relearning how to get out of bed because of a motorcycle accident.  No matter how much you think you know, there is always a ton left to learn, life is ever changing.   We need to remember that living a day in someone else’s shoes is harder than we care to think about.  To be patient with those around us because who knows what they’ve been through in the last ten minutes, ten days, or ten years. 

I’ll leave you with an image that I’ll never forget.  I was at a stoplight about two years ago and in front of me were two women in a small blue car.  A scary thought already, but not that kind of story.  The driver picked up her cell phone and after a few seconds burst into tears.  The older passenger soon followed with tears and I watched this unfold only guessing at what type of painful information they must have just learned.  The light turned green and almost instantly started a constant blowing of horns, screaming, and complete chaos with me being one of them.  Who cares about their fricking problems right.

I’m kidding, but I watched as the lady drove about 1 mile an hour, turned right, and tried to get over and off the main road.  Cars seem to come from everywhere flipping the bird and honking as they rushed by.   It was awful to watch, but I didn’t look away, instead I was amazed at human nature.  Sadness and anger meeting head on like a car crash.  I wanted to follow them and say it is going to be ok, but instead I drove off.  Maybe I should have stopped to say I care, but in Southern CA I would have been arrested or shot. 

I don’t know the point of today’s blog.  Do I really need one?  I’m sure you can find something useful in it.

Fknbucky

Well good day to you.  It actually is a good day, and I’m stoked except for the piles of shit everywhere.    On the TV, on the radio, in the supermarket line, and every where else you look  are little piles of poop. I’m guessing it tastes good to you…  You wake up everyday and say I wonder how many pounds of shit I can ingest today. Yum Yum Yummy, look that one has little chunks of “fuck me in the ass” sprinkled on top of it. 

What part of 13 TRILLION DOLLAR debt is lost on the masses?  Is it because your mommy and daddy pay your bills?  Are you a loser with no direction in life??  Are you a waste of perfectly good oxygen that the rest of us could be enjoying.  I spend my free time getting wasted and making racial jokes just like the rest of you.  Charlie Rangel cheats on his taxes, but voted to hire 1200 MORE IRS agents to make sure you don’t.  That poop makes me happy.

Barney Frank said in 2005 — “People are trying to scare you with talk about a housing bubble.  There is no way the housing market will crash.”  Great call Barney.  Care to comment on that now??  He won’t and what do you care, it just screwed everyone in the US, but look over there… Blame George Bush.  See all better.   

I don’t mind saying this stuff because it is true and I try to be as real as I can.  Of course I lie and say my dick is 2 inches longer than it is, but other than that I’m usually honest.  I’m not going to waste my time trying to fit into your politically correct crap world.  I live in mine and have a great time, but I’m tired of being lied to daily and told to shut up when I say “Wait 3 years ago you said…… 

 The difference between my world and their’s is when play time is over I get up at 6 AM and go to work.  Like many of you though I get my paycheck to see 40% of it stolen from me by pieces of shit to pay for shit.  Then I pay 9% sales tax on fucking everything I need.  Pay a fee on this, fee on that, on any given day I spend 60% of my hard earned money on shit.

Sure some smooth talking playboy decided to tell little Betty Sue down the street he “loved” her so he could get some paddy wack and then took off to the next dumb bitch that would open her legs.  Not my problem, but now it is my “DUTY” to pay for her and her seventeen kids to survive?  One kid is a mistake and I get it.  When you do this four generations in a row it is a fucking nightmare and someone has to stand up and say “Close your legs you stupid fucking slutbag.” 

That IS putting it nicely.  I’m taxed to death already and guess what so are the kids I’ve chosen not to have.  Plenty of chicks would have let me bust one up in them, and some even asked me to, but I wasn’t falling into that trap no matter how many shots of Jameson I’d had.  Not that I haven’t had a close call or two, but I would have done the right thing and taken care of my baby.  How about castrating Dead Beat Dads??   That would make Trojan sales go up about 600% over night. 

Without educating each other on what is going on, we are doomed to continue down “we are fucked Avenue.  I don’t like that street, there are crack whores on the street corners, potholes, and the police pull you over for being white.  I know that is a scary thought huh?   I hate potholes, they scare me to death. 

My ultimate point is this.  The police will always fuck with minorities more than white people.  You’re sitting in your Ford Focus talking to your sister about the pretty pink blouse that you want to buy from Target while these politicians are robbing the grandchildren we haven’t even made yet.  WTF???  The whole reason you want the blouse is so Football Tommy will want to put a ring on that finger and nail you sideways.  By the time that happens we’ll all be working to pay China back at 14% interest.  Spend Baby Spend. 

Look CA decided to spend all our money on bullshit.  We have more help the poor people programs, welfare, single moms (strippers), and it’s ok be a piece of shit programs than any other state.  Great, makes everyone feel warm and fuzzy but now our state is broke.  Actually we are beyond broke and pretty much fucked.  No one wants to work, and if you do, the state takes a big fat chunk of your check.    Oh it gets better.  So you live in Texas and don’t give a fuck about my issues in CA.  Ha ha ha. 

You don’t  have to.  The federal politicians decided that they have to bailout everyone.  So you can sit on your ass talking about the pink blouse and you still have to pay for the lazy losers here in CA.  Think it will stop there.  You’re right  people in power would never take advantage of a system or loophole.  

There is only ONE way to stop this out of control spending.   Kill all of the gays.  Just kidding.   No killing gay people is NOT how to solve this problem, but I did just find out how many of you have a twisted sense of humor.   What we need to do is stop the flow of money to these assholes.  Stop voting people in office that say one thing and do another.  

How many jobs did we really get for that “stimulus” plan?    Do you have any idea how much money that is per job that was supposedly created??  Of course you don’t, if you did you would get pissed off and write a blog.  Wake up fuckhead.   Both sides are guilty.  Spin it this way, and spin it that way.  Fuck spinning someone tell me the truth. 

 Things are getting serious right now.  Imagine instead of the bullshit stimulus plan our government (they are supposed to work for us) just stopped collecting taxes altogether for a year.  That would do some stimulating.  Hell the teachers in WI could afford to buy their own Viagra.  You had better pay attention because BO smells.  And right now all I smell is shit. 

Fknbucky

How did I ever survive without writing daily??  It feels so natural to type out the words “Fuck you all” and smile while doing so.  I know and love that many of you are nodding your heads in agreement right now saying “that is how I feel, Fuck you too Bucky”. 

This world is a cesspool of shit and no one has the balls to say anything about it.  Believe it or not, I usually don’t say everything I want to, although if I say much more someone will shoot me.  Politicians piss me off.  Whiny pansies piss me off.  People that sit with a hand out piss me off.  People that hurt animals piss me off.  Women that won’t shut the fuck up piss me off.  Men that won’t shut up piss me off.   Lazy people make me happy.  I know that I’ll always have more than they do.

We live in a Mama’s world.  We sit back and let those that don’t like us exploit our laws and tolerances.  They take advantage of us and then they take a big fat shit on our values.  Some of us still have morales.  Ok so most of us can remember a time when someone we cared about took a shit on our head.  Think back how did that moment feel?  When you really went out on a limb for someone and they just flat fucked you over?  I know how it feels and it sucked.  How about now?  Do you expect everyone in the world to let you down?  Do you not help a friend or someone in need because of it?

America as a country gives a helping hand to just about everyone.  Every religion, every country, every area of the world, and what do we get in return??  Most of the time some dipshit holding a sign that says F U AMERICA on the 6 o’clock news.  When some bullshit natural disaster comes and flattens your stupid mud hut, who do you come crying to??  When a bunch of crazy fucks with M-16’s show up and rape your family, who comes in and says no more?  When shit hits the fan who the fuck does everyone look at to pull the plug??

Us, Americans, We the people, are you starting to get the picture here?  I didn’t think so.  I’m way smarter than you and I’m not afraid to admit it.  We are one fucking nation genius.  We are America the great, and we don’t care when people shit on our head.  We continue to help people even though we know they will eventually need to poop. 

What sparked this today?  I don’t know a mixture of the AZ law, the crap administration we have, the lack of leadership from anywhere, and the simple feeling of fuck these guys that are trying to separate us.  We are all AMERICANS regardless of color, religion, shoe size, income level, sexual preference, and all the other bullshit these fucking nutbags use to make us hate each other. 

Why do you spend so much energy giving a fuck about what IRAN thinks about us as a country?  You don’t even say hello to the guy who lives NEXT fucking door to you??  Yet you give a fuck when some jerk off holds up a sign twelve time zones away that says F U AMERICA.  Fuck that guy.  I will shove his head so far up his own ass he will be able to taste what he ate for dinner last night.   Which is most likely some bugs in a curry sauce over rice.  Mmmm sounds delisch. 

With that I bid you goodbye.  Do me a favor though and think for minute, only one I don’t want you to overdo it, and stop worrying about so much needless shit.  Take a minute to talk to people here in the US and lets all get together and put people that truly care about our problems in charge of fixing them.  Maybe people that don’t lie for a living.   Maybe people that ADMIT it when they make mistakes.   Maybe someone that is as real as my thoughts of lust when I think about your sister. 

Bucky

In true fashion this is a RANT.  This picture is just hot so don’t ask.  Enjoy.

Holy shit Lindsay Lohan’s ugly ass is in jail?  Obama fired a black person?  The oil spill is no more?  Whoohoo now you can go back to reading People magazine and not worry about looking like a thoughtless asshole.   Don’t worry you’ll always be a thoughtless asshole when your only thoughts are of yourself. 

Fuck Lindsay Lohan and jail time.  Why is this front page news?  Let me get this right, some dumb bitch gets drunk and drives like a moron.  Twice.  Weird for a moment there I thought I was telling a blind date about my mom.  This happens everyday in my world. 

We put these people up on pedestals just to laugh while they fall, fall, fall to the ground screaming “Why don’t you love me?”  Anyone care to tell her that NOBODY likes red haired people.  How this bitch made it 24 years in the world without figuring that out is beyond me. 

So some black lady, I call her black because she is.  I don’t know what color African American is?  I even have the 240 count Crayola crayon box and I couldn’t find it.  Anyway some black lady brags to a group of other black people about how she fucked with a white farmer.  Funny.  In the end the white people got the last laugh.  Who’s looking for a job now bitch??

This is why you don’t play race cards.  It will come back to bite you in the ass.  I’m sure this lady was good at her job, didn’t really mean to say it the way she did, and as it turns out she actually helped the farmer keep his farm.  Fox News didn’t tell you that huh?   Do your research or go back to coloring Spongebob you thoughtless asshole. 

We are supposed to be past racial shit now.  We have a black person (he is half white which means you can’t trust him) in the highest office in America, but yet they still throw the race card around without concern of the shit storm it causes.  Most of the time no one even thinks about it until some fuck nugget gets on the TV and starts blah blah blah about this and that. 

YES, we used to have slavery in the US, but we also had over HALF our country fight a war (Civil War) to end that shit.  Black people didn’t uprise and take their freedom although they did help, but a whole lot of real nice white folk died to help them win it.  Remember that shit.  My family fought on the South side so I’m not really in a position to comment further.

Look my point is this.  Lindsay Lohan is fucking ugly and in this society we put ugly people in jail.  Oh wait racial thoughts.  We can’t let go of that race card until both sides put it down.  Are there loons that still think “Keep it white, keep it right”, of course there are.  In the same thought there are black panthers holding clubs outside of a voting booth, claiming we have to KILL white babies.  Look, I hate babies as much as the next guy that forgot to pull out, but come on.  Both of these groups are very very wrong and should not be tolerated, but we shouldn’t judge our whole society on these idiots.  We certainly should NOT make laws with these morons in mind.

Everyday people get along just fine.  Most white people work side by side with someone of color.  I personally work for a publishing company that puts out a white power magazine so we don’t really have much diversity around the office.   Really though most of you do know someone that once saw a black person so what is the big deal.  Grow up, move on, and give this lady her fucking job back Obama, you pussy.  Remember how Obama just bragged about saving 3 million jobs, well that number just went to 2,999,999 because he couldn’t stand up for one little old black lady that happened to spout off at the mouth for 10 seconds. 

How does Joe Biden still have a job if shooting your mouth off without thinking is terms for being fired?  Why can’t these guys fire the real dipshits over there.  Can’t help to think about Miss Lohan getting prison love right now by a bull dike named Deb.  Ewww.  Sorry for the mental image but I wanted to share, oh wait is bull dike the right word for a carpet munching, man hating, lezbo.    Ah yep it is.  Screw you Oprah you know you’re one too.  Diane Sawyer???  Really Oprah, you have billions and that is who you have a crush on?   At least Ellen rocked that Porche chick. 

Oh yeah Mel Gibson is an asshole and we should have used him to plug that fricking oil spill.  Why don’t you explain why you now have time to read People to the people living in the Nigerian Delta…..  Fucking fake hippie bastards.  Ahhh I’m upset make me happy Obama.  Oh you fixed the leak that is in my yard.  Fuck the rest of the world, you want gasoline to be $6 a gallon?  We complain about the gulf, but this shit has been going on around the world for DECADES.  Where you been?  Where’s your fucking sign hippie? 

The last time I checked there are no people of any color blocking people from walking into the free public libraries and educating themselves.  Stop bitching EVERYONE including white, black, yellow, brown, mixed colors, and that guy from down the street that has poop on his face all the time so he looks dark skinned and relax.  Worry about your own shit especially when its on your face, HELP other people instead of pointing out the one mistake that a person made once, and then just work on making the world a better place.

You know you missed me,

Bucky

Holy shit the caffeine running through my veins right now feels like a quick shot of heroin.  When it enters into the sweet beautiful arm God created for me and then that warm sensation instantly overcomes my entire body.  Then I nod out, shit myself, and eventually wake up in the loving arms of a 6 foot 3 inch transvestite named Tank.  Ahh last night was awesome.

So California is fucked up and it isn’t only because I happen to live here, although that might account for at least 30% of the states problems.  I mean the fact I’m not a voiceless drone that follows along without questioning the logic of it all makes “them” nervous.  Get in line Bucky, stop rocking the boat Bucky, eat your vegetables Bucky, AAAHH that pisses me off.  I hate carrots!  Anyone with real fear of the color orange would also.   No idea where that is going, but just for the record, steamed carrots suck balls.

So back to CA being full of a bunch of carrot suckers.   I’m living in a state that as far as I know, is still part of the USA, which is short for United States of AMERICA.  I mean why else would Uncle Sam dip his fat fucking hand in my pocket every month and take a pretty good chuck out.  Is it to much to ask for a  reach around so I can get some release while you’re giving it to me like that Sam.  Hard and Rough without even a little kiss on the cheek when your done violating my sweet precious little brown WALLET.

Cinco De Mayo is some holiday that I don’t give a fuck about.  Why would I?  I’m an American and most likely if you’re reading this, you are as well.  Guess what I don’t fucking care what they celebrate  in Kazakhstan either.  If you live here celebrate whatever you want but don’t shove your dumb holiday down my throat, like Lawrence Taylor tried to do with a 16 yr old hooker.  He is fucked.

I’ll go get drunk on corona’s and yell Yippie Yeppie Cha Cha Cha if I feel like it, but the rest of it, fuck you.  We have kids that were sent home from their high school for wearing an American Flag T-shirts.  Are these kids the biggest idiots ever?  Why would you were an American Flag shirt in America?  That is just craziness.  Don’t you know that people that USED to live in Mexico live here now and have more rights than you?

If Mexico is so great and you want that holiday to be celebrated be my guest.  I don’t see any armed guards keeping you here and not letting your naturally tan ass go back SOUTH across the border.  Peace out, have a nice trip, and thanks for letting our tax dollars go back to being spent on lazy Americans like they used to.  This is the biggest bunch of shit stew I’ve tasted in a long time.  And I’ve eaten a lot of poo in the last few years.

I might have mentioned it a couple of times, but a couple million people died for that flag and the right for it to fly high and proud or in this case wear it on your chest like a badge of honor.   It symbolizes the right for the ILLEGAL, the legal, and the inbetween immigrants to celebrate any holiday, come here and seek better lives for their familes, and just be FREE. It also means you can’t tread on my shit either because we are all equal.  I have the same rights as you and wearing an American Flag shirt should be encouraged no matter what day of the fucking year it is.

This vice-principal should be made an example of and fired.  I’m sickened to think that it has become wrong to love America in America.  WTF?  The only reason you’re free to do anything is because you live in America.   Seriously if where you came from is so awesome, who is holding you from going back there.   I want to see everyone on the July 4th raging it up.  Get drunk, shoot bottle rockets at cars, and then pick a fight at the fireworks later.  That is some good times.

You parade down our American streets with the flag of the country that you LEFT because it is such a shit hole and scream you want respect.  Respect for what?  What have you done to make this country better besides suck it dry for all you can, and then bitch you want more.  This kind of shit makes me want to get a machine gun and just mow you down like that crazy guy did in the Platoon movie.

Crazy Guy:  “The ones that run are VC, the ones that stand still are well trained VC.”

That was nuts.  Another war we fought that Americans died in that you’ve forgotten about.

You can’t be bothered with the fact thousands of veterans from Vietnam are still screwed up and which leaves them homeless and hungry.  Where is “our” government to their rescue?   Oh wait we will get to those damn veterans after we make sure no illegal immigrant gets racially profiled.  This is crazy land.  What am I missing here?  Am I the idiot that doesn’t get it??

The values are so screwed up right now and unless real people start saying enough is enough it isn’t going to get better.   Not the fake people that tell you what you want to hear and the BS that these political parties are putting out there.  Piss off you PC police cocksuckers.  That is what I really want everyone to say.

Piss off you PC police cocksuckers!!

Scream it loud and at everyone you see.  I just envisioned it and seriously it was glorious.  You’re my boy Blue.

Fknbucky

I make the right hand turn squeezing my car in real close so I can grab the little paper ticket needed to make the bar go up.  You know the one  that we all fantasize about smashing through while being chased by the police because I just robbed a liquor store. Um ok that might just be me.  Well then, it goes up and and I pull through letting a sigh out as I think about the fact I’ve just worked 10 hours, walked the dog, and now I’m about to watch 30 people trash a room for 2 hours.  A slight smile curls on my lips when I also think about the fact it will make some people extremely happy.

The close spots are taken, I do have a blue man that allows me to park in the super close spots, but so does everyone else today.  I make the ten point turn in the middle of the parking lot to get back where I came from.  I find a place to park, double checking my door will open enough for my chair to fit.  Pushing through the parking lot, I pay close attention to my little wheels in the front so they don’t fall into the cracks & holes, or hit rocks that will cause me to lawn dart into the pavement.  I mouth the word fuck as I come up to the speed bump that is like a fricking mountain, but end up navigating it with some serious skills. 

I smile at the nurse smoking outside next to the no smoking sign and roll on into the hospital.  The counter guy remembers me and says hello and asks how I’m doing.  I almost always reply “another day in paradise” and then tell him to get off his ass and work for a living.  He looks at me and says “why don’t you?”  Prick.  We laugh and I punch in the code that checks me in and tracks my volunteer hours.  The machine is new and it took a year for it to actually work, which reminds me that I’ve been doing this same routine four years.   Time flys…..

I cruise down the hallway, my blue shirt and badge giving everyone a reason to smile at me.  Being a volunteer screams out, be nice to me, I don’t have to be here, but I obviously want to be.  This particular evening like many others the air hockey table is already rocking and the hoots and screams that go with scoring a goal are echoing down the hallway.  Sometimes the kids are waiting for the other volunteers and I to show up, but tonight someone beat me there and already got it all going.   Never quiet in the playroom on Tuesday nights, and I believe it never should be. 

I enter the door with Murph walking next to me.  She is a bit taken back by the noise and new faces.  Some of the faces I’ve known for the last couple of months although their skin changes colors, hair falls out, but the smiles are the same.  They are happy to see me, even happier to see the dog, and remarkably just plain happy.  These smiles are certainly contagious. 

I scan the room remembering the 13 yr old boy from the last two weeks.  A quadrapelgic that was hurt snowboarding just weeks ago.  I also see a couple  of the cancer patients that have “lived” at the hospital for months and most times have been and out for there for a couple years.  The boy remembers Murphy and forgets my name.   She is definitely better looking and cooler than I am.  Stupid Dog. 

I ask him about his week and make sure he has been taking care of the skin problems I saw the week before.  Being an old pro at the wheelchair I explain how important it is he learn that little problems can become big ones overnight.  His mom is awesome and his attitude shows she raised him the right way.  The kid is thankful for what he has and doesn’t complain about “why me”.  It shows in bright loud colors when you raise your kids correctly.  It also shows when you don’t.

I help make sure everyone has plenty of glitter paint, crayons, and paper to make the masterpieces that sometimes go up on the wall.  A duck I colored a couple months ago is up there, and I must say it does kick some serious crayon ass.  The duck is crosseyed which is a little inside joke for me, some of you might get it. 

We talk about scars and how some of the larger ones on my face got there.  I tell the G-Rated versions that have  been “molded”  over the last ten years.  All the while a quiet almost hairless girl plays in the corner plays with the kitchenette set that we have.  No one bothers her much and lets her do whatever it is that is keeping her happy and busy. 

I stop talking for a moment, which rarely happens if you know me, when she walked up pulling the machine along that is connected to her by tubes.  The monitor, batteries, bags of liquids all firmly placed on the stand with four wheels that reminds of coat tree we had on the farm.  No coats on this one though, just medicine, fluids, and machines that will alert the nursing staff if shit hits the fan.   Not a fun thing, although sometimes the kids learn they can ride it like a skateboard.  Who would teach them that?? 

So little girl hands me a note that invites me to a tea party and the time says, NOW.  Most of us get a note and we all look at the 2 foot tall round table set up with spots for 6 people.  Each setting has plates, spoons, forks, knives, and of course plastic hot dogs and french fries.  One particular spot has a birthday cake and candles which very conveniently is saved for the host of the tea party.  I wanted that cake so damn bad. 

I looked at my note, the table of plastic food, and then told her to shove it and call me when she was 19.  Actually it was one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.  We all gathered around the little table and started enjoying the make believe feast that was so thoughfully prepared for us.  Murphy of course was wondering where all the food was.  She saw us all eating, but couldn’t smell a damn thing.  That poor dog was thinking all these humans have lost their frickin minds. 

This was my Tuesday night and I left that hospital with a huge smile and the fact that my day was 15 hours long or I spent the last twenty five minutes of it cleaning toys (mainly plastic food) never crossed my mind.  We have to disinfect everything that is touched so each little utensil got cleaned. 

These moments in life are why we get up in the morning, or at least it is why I do.  I rant and I rave about things, but I also take plenty of time to enjoy the best parts of life.  I’ve been in nightclubs all over the country, done drugs with rock stars, and slept with models.  I can honestly tell you that little tea party was better than any of those other moments put together and I’ll never forget it.   Life changes and hopefully you are spending it finding ways to better yourself.  I have a long way to go, and much to change, but we all have hope.

Lesson of the day is when invited to a tea party make sure you sit next to the chick with cake. 

Fknbucky