Pepperidge Farm remembers!

As you may tell from some of my other blogs, I have the ability to rant. And rant. And rant. I consider it something of a superpower, a gift, and a curse all rolled into one. I try to use it wisely, but I have moments….okay, days….okay, weeks…where it’s used for anything and everything that irritates me.

Enter my exposure to the “Pepperidge Farm Remembers” meme. It cracked me up. And since I’m in a foul mood, it’s time for a rant, Oppa Pepperidge Style.

Do you remember:
When people used to be polite to each other?
When people didn’t have their head rammed so far up their phone’s ass they avoided getting run over by cars?
When we held politicians to a higher moral standard than celebrities?
When politicians actually did their fucking job and represented the interests of the people?
When the MTA actually ran a fucking train on time?
When the MTA did actual repair work on time and under budget?
When your job paid you what you’re REALLY worth?
When people used phones to……GASP…make actual phone calls?
When AOL was all the rage?
When ISPs didn’t throttle your service to get more money out of you?
When Nazis were people you stomped out on sight?
When charter schools were seen as the utter shit they are?
When we had a president that wasn’t a complete fucking retard that needs to be thrown out of office now?
When Congress didn’t spend millions on a bullshit investigation into embassy attacks to cover up the fact they voted to cut the embassy budget 2 years in a row, hence being directly responsible for the entire mess?
When Cabinet appointees were actually…shudder…qualified for the positions they were nominated for?
When it dawned on people that saving the environment was important?
When people didn’t take opioids like they’re going out of style?
When owning a gun meant you were a responsible gun owner and not some random asshole who got it at a gun show because he or she could?
When “No” actually meant “No” and not some imaginary bullshit that meant the opposite?
When a high school diploma got you a job that could support a family and buy a house?
When people realized the danger of credit cards and didn’t use them as much?
When singers actually wrote their own songs with real, understandable lyrics?
When music wasn’t all just pop garbage spewed out to make money?
When being part of a family owned company meant you felt like a part of their family, and vice versa?
When the government at least made the fa├žade of an attempt to respect the rights of Native Americans and the land they were forced onto?
When banks helped you save money for the future and not hit you with fees for every fucking thing?

Pepperidge Farm remembers.

I can keep going, but I think you get the picture.

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If MGTOWs are retards, then Incels aren’t human.

Time for another rude post title! Which means I got some skewering to do.

Whilst I was contemplating lunch today (meatball parm hero, for the curious, and quite tasty), a friend of mine wrote about her first encounter with an Incel. I had precisely no idea what that was, but when there was a comparison made to the MGTOW bunch, I knew this was bad.

Incel is short for “Involuntary Celibate.” For whatever reason, these guys can’t get laid. Or get a girlfriend. Or even get women to talk to them. Why, I don’t really know. I don’t care about their reasons. I care about their actions.

As with the MGTOW bunch, if they just complained about their shitty luck, I wouldn’t mind them too much. Hey, not all of us have what it takes to get women (and I’ll include myself in that list for several periods in my life), or to keep a girlfriend.

But as with the MGTards (hey, I just coined a new phrase!), they go beyond that, advocating raping women, longing for the days when women “knew their place in the kitchen”, and so on. Some of these assholes scream from the roof tops that women who’ve slept with more than one guy should be banned from college. These neo-con Neanderthals just boggle my mind with their bullshit.

And the poster boy for this shit is a murderous moron named Elliot Rodger, who killed 7 people, himself included, in 2014 when he couldn’t get laid. Sadly, he didn’t have the sense to kill himself at home where he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

Did I say that out loud? Please note the lack of fucks I give. After all, I play Dungeons and Dragons, so the FBI already has me on their list. Hi Feds! Go fuck yourselves!

But back to the point. The incels, like the MGTards, are making it increasingly difficult for guys to meet and maintain relationships with women. Flat out, this is blatant and widespread douchebaggery on the part of my fellow men.

You assholes ARE the problem. And I only wish I could solve the problem that you are with the business end of a flamethrower. The world would be a better place. Fuck you all.

PS: The meatball parm hero was fucking delicious.