Valentines Day?

Who the fuck cares.

It’s a holiday designed to make money and people lonely.

If you need the world to tell you what days to express affection and love, you may be a Trump supporter.


Put some fucking clothes on!

I get it, young women are now convinced that wearing leggings is some how empowering.

What I don’t understand is how?

How is revealing your vagina empowering? If it is, should I assume me where leggings and showing my cock and balls to the world is empowering?

Let me ask you this. If men started wearing dick and balls out in the open leggings and every morning when you went to the coffee shop with your daughter that’s what you and her saw, would you be ok with that? How would explain to your daughter that this mans penis is less than one step from being out in the open? Would you say, “he can wear whatever he wants. Just look somewhere else”, our would you be offended and tell her it’s not ok?

As a man who is deeply rooted in feminism and equal rights, I’m all for wearing what you want, but I feel that responsibility should be taken by those choosing to wearing incredibly revealing clothing. 

I’ll leave you with a quote from a Dave Chappelle stand up show he performed in Washington D.C. 

“The girl says “Oh uh-uh, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Just because I’m dressed this way does not make me a whore!” Which is true, Gentlemen, that is true. Just because they dress a certain way doesn’t mean they are a certain way. Don’t even forget it. But ladies, you must understand that is fucking confusing. It just is. Now that would be like me, Dave Chappelle, the comedian, walking down the street in a cop uniform. Somebody might run up on me saying, “Oh, thank God. Officer, help us! Come on. They’re over here. Help us!” “Oh-hoh! Just because I’m dressed this way does not make me a police officer!” See what I mean? All right, ladies, fine. You are not a whore. But you are wearing a whore’s uniform.” – Dave Chappelle 


Why is this country so utterly obsessed with sports?

What the fuck is wrong with all of you?

Your children and their future hate you for your inability to see how sports help no one. And fuck your exercise excuse. There’s way to get exercise that don’t involve billion dollar teams. Get a clue then eat a dick.

I hate what you’ve become

I hate what you’ve allowed to happen.

I hate that a troglodyte degraded women and was elected president.

I hate that religion is becoming our government.

I hate the incredible amount scientific illiteracy.

I hate the misinformed distrust of modern medicine and healthcare.

I hate you.

You’ve lost all of my trust and it’s going to be a long time before I will trust you again.

Depression and society have been slowly killing me for 30 years 

Far too often we as a society view depression as being down, unhappy, and sad. It includes those emotions, but is far from what it is. It’s debilitating, it’s degrading, it’s something far worse then a feeling. Depression will take over your body and mind; it will destroy you and everything you know to be good. After 32 years of battling the disease, I can affirm that I now understand why those without direct help, choose suicide. It’s not because they want to, it’s because depression has done it’s disgusting job and convinced them there is literally no other option. When society tells you to just be positive, remember the good, etc., I want to tell them to go fuckthemselves. I want them to experience a crippling disease and then say that bullshit. When society tells me to just be happy, I wish a fire upon their house, why? Because them telling me to buck up and be positive is no different. It’s them telling me “I’m could care less, here’s some gasoline and matches”. If this blogged paragraph doesn’t make sense to you, you are the absolute problem. You are who I blame for the lack of respect and empathy I recieve because of mental health. I’m sure I could word this better or be less judgemental, but after 30+ years of abuse from the world because of my disease, why should I respect you?