Oh gosh, golly gee. I wanted to swear like a mother-hmm trucker who just got cut off by a monster RV.
Muther Rucking Frack Fudgers. I'm hoping mad and I . Wait, I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore. Quote, unquote. The leak is still
leaking. This story has been ignored by much of the press. Oil leaks are the story of the future. We're going deeper. We're doing screwed up things
like fracking.
The mother fracking pipelines are old and in disrepair. Things tend to rust. That damned oxygen. They'll be more and more freakin' leaks. And
explosions. EX PLO Shee ONs. We have ignore all of our infrastructure. Because that would mean raising taxes and paying for stuff. And it cuts into
the mother loving profits. Bastards. Incestious Bastards. They're fracking mother earth. And I'm not some flowery tree hugging flake. I like the
outdoors, hunting, fishing and I like manly things like cutting down a tree and starting a fire. I just don't think you should be pissing in your own
bed. I could say that much more vuglarly. Is that a word? I could be more vulgar.
Well. Someone that that my original post was a death post. Whatever that means exactly. That was nothing. Even this post is tamer than the nosehair
curling obsenities that are fighting to get out.
In my original post. I was Mary Fracking Poppins.
When me and God are having a drink ( I will be able to drink in heaven, I can't do it on earth, I'm too much of a fracking maniac.) I will be
telling him I could see the future and knew what was going to happen. He'll know I tried my god damned best to change people and help solve the
freakin' problem. But I couldn't really change a thing. I can barely break myself away from this mudracking mess far enough to calm my own ragin
soul.
The darn nature around me keeps me somewhat sane. I'm losing it. It is chaning everyday and the change is too damned sudden.
Nothing personal to you if you happen to be reading this. I wouldn't know you from a bag of nails. I don't even know what that means. Nor do I know
what dog's breakfast is suppose to specifically refer. Whatever. I'm more pissed at myself than the world.
Because, I keep thinking I can solve this freakin' problem. I like solving problems. I like solving mysteries. I like watching old Sherlock Homes
movies. I like cheese. I like Ike. At least he had the nuts to tell it like it was.
Someone not to long ago told me I take the fun out of things. Yes, yes I do. That's my job.
I don't want to live a life full of delusions and denial. I'll rage because that's what you do when you live in an insane asylum. This world is
bedlam.
(robin, wouldn't you like to post the article now, i think you've said enough) (didn't you tell that nice lady helping you that your problem was
regulating yourself, editing yourself)
Yip. I did. But this tirade was from the lizard part of my brain. The part that doesn't worry about politeness and false modesty. This expression is
primal. Because it is coming from the flight/fight part of the brain. Because this is a death struggle.
I feel I'm on death ground.
Fighting, just to stay alive.
Yes, here's an article telling me and you the rig is still leaking.
news.scotsman.com...