It’s Christmas, it’s 8:00 AM, and I’m sitting here at my computer. I’m thinking about grabbing my spare Monster. My woman went to work at some ungodly hour this morning, and I really don’t sleep well when her butt isn’t pushed up against me. Any time I wake up, so long as she’s in bed with me, I just pull her close and I can fall right back to sleep. If not, I end up rolling around fifty times before I’m able to finally collapse again.

Don’t get too excited, the title is just a word. It has nothing to do with the contents of this post whatsoever. I’m sitting here, not at home, but still quite comfortable in my mobile safe zone. I have a bag that I stuff all my earthly possessions into for traveling, and so I’m traveling with my loved ones a little for the holidays. Look at me, being intentionally vague for operational security. Ha.

I’ll preface this with the fact that I’ve tasted superior product. I spent years as a Pixel user, and I know what a good phone feels like. That said, my current handheld device happens to be the Samsung Galaxy S20 Ultra. It’s also the phone that has me feeling desperate to run back to Pixel. What follows will be a rant about why my phone makes me hate Samsung and what Samsung can do about it.

Just finished watching “Black Adam” for the first time, and I figured I’d dole out a blurb or two about it while it’s still fresh in my brain. First and foremost, can I say how hilarious it is that the movie totally missed the radar of the sensitivity squad? Black Adam is literally Superman if Superman weren’t a whiny little pussy, and actually killed people en masse, and also was middle eastern. Yes, Black Adam is “ISIS Superman”. The only thing he doesn’t do is scream “Allahu Akbar” as he explodes electrically eviscerating hundreds of people in an enclosed space. I mean, Warner should really consider adding that to “Black Adam 2” when it comes out. Maybe he should wear a turban at some point. Have him stop to pray mid-battle. I mean, the dude is five thousand years old and from the cradle of civilization. No? Yeah? Maybe I’m way off base, here, but goddamn.

I’m not really planning on coordinating my thoughts on this damn thing. It’s really just a fucking outcropping of LiveJournal, if we’re being honest. I don’t post technical crap anymore. I don’t really do anything except be an emo douche, but it’s therapeutic so suck my ass. If you don’t like it, you really don’t have to read it. If you do like it, I have to question who you are as a person. Do you enjoy watching me writhe, or are you just appreciative of my strange opinion? Maybe you can be both or neither, I don’t know. I’m feeling philosophical and I can’t stop it. I wish I could, but here we are. Me, writing, not stopping it. Though a well placed cat on the chest is a very good inhibitor, though by no means enough to suppress my writing entirely. I can type quite well without having to look at the keyboard, and it barely slows me down.

I think we already know this, but Rome is Burning. Mad props to Tiffany Cross, this segment is as funny as it is informative, but it highlights a rather serious problem that we’re currently watching expose itself in realtime. That problem is just how reliant the Justice System is on cronyism. It’s really unfortunate that American Freedoms exist only for those who can afford them. The bar for entry is intended to be US citizenship, but that simply isn’t so. If you’re an impoverished American, you might as well be Guatemalan or Chinese. The benefits of being American are not extended to you. You’re “on the outs” with what we know as “the American ideal”.

I’ve been suspended from Twitter like thirteen or more times, mostly because I’m an asshole. I get it, I’m not compatible with your little pussy ass bitch ass bullshit safe zone. I get it. I really do. But it’s funny, because Elon Musk thinks he’s the free speech absolutist who can save civil discourse, when in reality he’s just as much a pussy ass bitch as the people who he fired. Fuck you, Elon Musk, you low-testosterone bald ass pussy bitch. Fuck you right in your autistic face. Fuck you to the n-th degree. Fuck right the fuck off. I hope your children are sterile and your bloodline severed forever. You’re weak, your family is weak, and if it weren’t for the monetary system your entire bloodline would’ve died off before it ever got to you.

First and foremost- Christmas is for children. The mascot is a white-haired fat man that looks like 90% of grandfathers, and he’s fucking magic and stupid and flies around the world making the children of wealthy families happy and occasionally throwing a bone to poor kids, but not as often as he should. Mostly the poor kids get fucked and hate Christmas along with me. It’s whatever.

That said, fuck Christmas. Simply having this single day where people are expected to not be cunts seems to be justification enough for some people to not be cunts once a year.