Celebrate your birthday, bitch!

Its birthday month here at Critic Headquarters. And there’s really only one I’m going to talk about, and two others I’ll mention because its gonna add some worthless shit to my blog and more words that make it longer, and that’s what we’re really after here right? Length. That’s what the chicks say, bro.. size matters. So lets kick off this 12 inches of awesomeness that your girlfriend likes and you don’t even know it… with some fucking announcements.

First and foremost you may already know but you may not fucking know in which case you definitely need to fucking know, that the critic, cr1ck3e, yours truly, is on facebook, and has been for a while. I feel it is now my time to be like those bluray ads for how awesome bluray is.. at the beginning of every fucking bluray. Why follow the critic on blogspot AND on facebook? Because its fucking different. I write shit here I don’t write there. I write shit there that will never grace the pages of this fine establishment here. There’s a link on the site here now for you to easily navigate your happy ass over to facebook, because I’m just that fucking generous.

Now, if you’d like to know what you can expect from the critic on facebook, I also can provide that for you. Because I’m awesome like that.

I hope that helps. SO CHECK IT OUT TODAY! IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO EXPERIENCE THE CRITIC IN TRUE HD QUALITY ON YOUR TV AND HOME ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM! IF YOU DON’T FOLLOW THE CRITIC HD ON FB AND BS THEN YOU’RE PROBABLY GAY, DEAD, OR IN JAIL!

Now you fuckin know. Next announcement is the first part of the real meat your girlfriend loves, and you know she does.

Birthing days

This weekend is huge for birthdays, I have some special ones to talk about. First, its mine. Who cares? I don’t. Once you hit 700  years old, the rest become a blur.

Secondly, Lindsay Lohan. This weekend she turns 25. Her vagina? 57. This fucking waste of life is still sucking up my oxygen and that really pisses me off. With her stealing, jail time, rehab, drugs, lesbianism, retardedness.. I thought for sure natural selection would have claimed her by now, but as you can see, money really CAN buy everything. It keeps buying her a life extension. I’m just as confused about this as you, friends. I don’t understand how she’s skill kicking, but 25 years old going strong and one of the worlds biggest fuck ups, yet she’s still out there. For now.

Next we have a very special one, which I think is important for you all to know. It’s the greatest thing to ever come out of Canadia. I know it, you know it, and it says so on the interweb, and as we all know, everything on the interwebs is true.

Pamela Anderson

Yes, its true, the lovely Pammy is another year older. How old is she? Who fucking cares! She’s still got it if you ask me, which I know you’re doing since you’re actually reading my words. The fact is, I think she may be an immortal non ager just like me which is a shame because in order to get the prize one of us will have to cut the other ones head off.. but we’ll still lose to Dick Clark. DAMN YOU DICK CLARK!!!!!!!

Finally, the real meat. Lets get balls deep and do this shit, enough with these worthless announcements.

The grand ol US of motha fuckin A is another year older this weekend. You fucking love this weekend, though maybe you don’t really know why. That’s what I’m here for, to tell you why you fucking love it. Unless you’re from Canadia, in which case your celebrating Pam’s bday. Or if you’re from England, you’re celebrating your epic loss of the biggest territory you ever held. Damn those yanks, mate! Lets have tea and swallow our sadness! Cheerio!

I’m a goddamn American. This makes me from one of the greatest bitches ever. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, no matter how bad this country sucks ass, it could be worse, I could be somewhere else. So fuck yeah, America, and Fuck yeah AmericANS. Lets blow the roof off of any terroristic plot that comes our way and force feed the world our opinions and views, because that’s what WE FUCKING DO! If you’re not used to it by now, you live under a fucking rock. And guess what? WE OWN THAT FUCKING ROCK! So wake the fuck up motherfucker, its time for you to cut your wrists and bleed red white and blue, bitches. I don’t give a fuck where you think you’re from, all the world is our playground, and we’re gonna swing if we want to. And if you’re on the swing, we’re gonna kick you off. BRING IT!

Are you ready? Lets get our drink birthday on.

Here’s what you already know. All these white guys got together in 1776 and decided to write out our declaration of independence. We then sent it off to the English who of course, were not about to lose a colony as big as America. So they decided to act in the Imperialistic Galactic Empire way and stop us. They failed, we became a country. That’s what you learned in school, but lets take a closer look, from a truth perspective that you fucking deserve. Why do you fucking deserve it? Because you’re a fuckin American too, goddamn it! So imma give it to you, bitch, yeeahh.. Imma give it to you goooood..

Ahem.

So anyways, the year is 1776, and the people of the Colonies of America decide they’re tired of the asshole Limey’s bossing them around and taxing them. So they say, know what? Fuck this, lets do something about it. But what shall we do? We’ll have a meeting. So they do, and many people whom you know of like future presidents and shit are there. Who are these people? They’re the ones on your dollar bills and shit. So they write out this document that basically says, FUCK YOU ENGLAND! WHATEVA WHATEVA I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT!

Now you’re thinking, ok its kinda impressive but yah, I knew all that. Well did you realize that the fuckers that got together were wig wearing tights toting weirdos? Yah seriously, they were white guys in wigs, and they wore tights. Why is this impressive? If you see a guy wearing a wig and tights now a days, do you expect him to be able to stick up for himself? Fuck no you don’t, because he’s a tranny and he she it thing would rather suck a cock than kick someone in the balls. So FUCK YEAH! We wore tights, we wore wigs, and we raised our fist in protest and said FUCK YOU! Thank God shit like this doesn’t happen anymore, else the trannys would run the universe.

So these wig wearing sissys say fuck off, and America is fucking born! Kinda. We still had to fight the the limey fucks that didn’t want to let us do our thing, which of course was to ultimately take over the world. Well fuck them, we said, we formed up and we got ready to fight! But we weren’t trained military like they were. This was not necessarily a bad thing, since if you look at it, they got their royal ball licking asses kicked the fuck to next week by our militia. We fought the best way we know how.. as guerrillas.

That’s right! We formed up in the woods and we waited for them to march by, all strong and proud, like they had a royal stick shoved up their ass. Well, you may remember from school, the command was no shooting till you see the whites of their eyes.  Stop and think about that shit for a minute. That's way more personal than most modern day wars. That was get in the motherfuckers grill and put your gat on his chin and turn his goddamned head into a fucking canoe and then bathe in the blood of your enemy for you have taken his life, let his blood FUCKING SUSTAIN YOU! THEN KILL THE NEXT ONE! FUCK YEAH! Not only did we take our shit by force, we took it in a grotesque awesome personal way. Also, for reference,  the guns back then.. weren’t too accurate, so rather than waste time and precious resources, that command was given to make sure our untrained guerrilla asses didn’t fucking miss. And guess what? WE DIDN’T MOTHERFUCKERS! FUCK YEAH!

Funny stories come about later, about people like Ben Franklin, who yes, was a member of continental congress, but we also have learned what an asshole womanizer he was. This makes him human, and just like every other politician out there. Also, we’ve learned that he was notorious for sleeping through congressional sittings. This makes me wonder how many others were just like him. I know I would be. Sometimes people talk and I just don’t even listen, but I’m good at looking like I am listening. Just like I’m sure he was. They probably knew his ass was sleeping and they threw a #2 pencil at him, EH BEN! – What mothafucka? Caint you see my ass is asleep? – Come sign this shit, bitch! --- If it’ll get your cunt ass to leave me alone, FINE!

Oh shit, what did I just do?

You’ve heard the story of Paul Revere (not the Beastie Boy) riding from town to town on his pony, telling everyone the English were coming. To get ready. Ready your arms and hide, its time to FUCKING KILL!!! You’ve seen pictures, paintings, read poetry, and know the heroic stories of George Washington.. crossing the Delaware in the cold. Notice in the painting he’s not rowing. He’s the Boss. And then they crossed over and what happened next? We kicked the shit outta the bad guys. FUCK YEAH!

So this weekend we celebrate our ability to raise our middle fingers to the English, to the crown, to the monarchy, to the Royal Fucking Wedding that didn’t invite Billy Fuckin Idol to it… and we say FUCK YOU WORLD! We’re America, and we’re fucking better, and we’re gonna take the day off from work and get drunk!! And know why we can do that? Because we ARE fucking better, and if you don’t believe it, we’ll back it up with a hell storm of fire power that will level your house and your cousins house AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME BRO. For real. Yeah, you can say it. FUCK YEAH!

So we take the day off from work, we have a barbeque, we get drunk. But we also celebrate with a wicked ass fireworks display unless you live in a landlocked firebanned hell hole like I do. Apparently this fucking hole is antiamerican. fuck no. It makes me sad, but I can watch fireworks on tv. Or, maybe I’ll set off a few of my own fucking fireworks, FUCK YEAH! Why? Because I ain’t skeerd. I’m a fucking American, and I’m doing my patriotic duty to fucking light shit on fire. Fireworks symbolize just how awesome we are with our ability to shock and awe. Don’t believe me? Ask Japan. Or Saddam. Or Osama. Or Hitler. Or England. Or the Aliens. We’ll fuck up anyone in our way, because we’re fucking Americans and that’s what we fucking do. And you don’t own us. We own you!! FUCK YEAH!

So this year, America, since I’m in a no firework zone, I’d like to take a minute to say thank you, Thank you for kicking ass. You don’t deserve fireworks, you deserve one of those awesome ass cakes where the chick pops out of it and she’s scantily clad in something that’s totally awesome. You deserve Marilyn Monroe singing “Happy Birthday Mr. President” You deserve for some country to beg you to take it over because you’re a trazillion times fucking cooler than them, and you have to power that says “Yes I will take over your country if you can deep throat well enough!” And that country, with tears in its eyes from humiliation, agrees to gag on your boner of pure power. And then we have state motha fucking 51. Why? Because that’s what we fucking do.

FUCK YEAH!

Are you addicted to “it” ?

It. It is the single most coveted thing on the face of mother fucking earth. You fucking want it, you fucking need it, and goddamn it, if she doesn’t give it up, you’re gonna go get it anyways. It of course is: fucking, sex. The question we ask today is: Is sex addiction real, or is it just made up so ass wipes all over have excuses to be fuck rags. The answers lies within, lets do it.

I am male.

The simple truth is, every male out there is addicted to sex on some level. Sometimes you’ll meet one who says sex is not important. Yah, I’ve used that line too, works pretty good to eventually get a chick in bed. Now here is the bad news: She thinks you’re being honest, you lying cockface. That means you’re not going to be getting it as much as you want. Then you’re going to be tempted to go find it somewhere else. That’s when the real fun begins.

Looking outside your relationship is a bad idea for a few reasons. Lets cover the basics. Morals. Do you have them? Not sure? Answer this one: do you have a penis? If you answered yes to that second question, the answer to the previously stated question then becomes no. You don’t have morals. And you’re only happy so long as you’re getting some as much as you want. Its not a need, it’s a want. Fact: you can function without sex. Fact #2: You might be living without sex right now, but its not something you tell your buddies.

Now we get into the fundamental differences between wants and needs, bitches. Yahoo! Answers says this: When you WANT something, you wish you can have it, but you can live without it. When you NEED something, you HAVE to have it, its essential, and you can’t live without it.

Now back to the addiction. Because you really can’t be addicted to something you need, its easy to presume that sex can become an addiction. Yet still we have to wonder if this is just some stupid ass ploy to try and get your wiener out of trouble. Sex addiction has come up in the media a lot in recent years. From the most recent Weiner-Gate, to President Clinton’s obsession with fat bitches, to famous celebrity marriages ending over it.

Lets talk about Weiner. This politician’s name is Weiner. Of course he’s gonna show off his wiener, but fuck it, he at least wanted to fuck porn stars, where as good President Billy, wanted to nail fat chicks. Can’t understand that one at all. I mean fuckin a dude, you’re the most powerful man in the world.. use that for good, brother.. Plow some fucking Playboy Bunnies, or nail some naughty college girls. Who aren’t fat. You are the rock star of politics, live like one.

I digress. Lets get back to it. SO you’ve used some bullshit lines about not giving a fuck about fucking just so you can nail a hot chick. Good job! But now you want more knockin the boots. But she calls you out, remember, you don’t give a fucking fuck about fuckin fucking. FUCK! What the fuck do you do now? You fucking go out and find it! That bitch can’t keep you down!! If you decide to cheat, you are faced with 2 realities.

1. Getting caught.
2. Getting caught.

 

It’s a simple fact that you will be found out,  and that’s where you blame the sex addiction. The best possible scenario for you is you get dumped and then you have to chase down new tail. Hopefully you learned your lesson and you won’t ever again use that dumbshit line of “I don’t care that much about sex baby..” LADIES: The only way you can trust that line is if you can read his thoughts. Lets play the scene out again. This time we’ll color code it. Red will be spoken words, blue will be thoughts. Pink will be our female specimen.

I’d really like to see you again.

I’d really like to see you again too. Without your clothes next time.

There is something you should know though…

If she says she has a dick I’m going to be pissed. What is it?

Well.. I know sex is important to guys and all..

Fuck yes it is.

..but I’m really after a more mental.. spiritual connection. I want to find my soul mate.

I think I could find my soul after I mate you. Oh I totally know what you mean!

Really?

No. Yes!

Whatever! You’re a guy, you’re just looking for sex.

DUR. No, no.. Sex is not the most important thing to me. Now lets fuck!!!

 

Ladies, don’t be mad. What’s really cool is we paid attention to this conversation because we thought it might lead to fucking because it was important to us to see your tits to communicate how badly we want to fuck our feelings.

So now you find yourself in bed with another chick with your anti-sex companion back at home.. Only her mate walks in. This is scenario number two. Remember the best case scenario? This is the worst:

YOU GET FUCKING KILLED! I’ve heard that no one is worth dying over… but the way the saying should go is: no one is worth getting killed for! This is why you stick to the easier stuff to help your sex addiction. Like Internet Porn.

This is what David Duchovny did. Played it safe, didn’t go out and plow a bunch of chicks even though he could since he was Mulder and shit… no he respected his wife and stuck to the porn. Only it backfired. Apparently, she wanted to be the focus of his sexual desires, and not the porn. What a dumb fuck.

This of course resulted in the eventual firing Tea Leoni did with her husband Mulder. But seriously.. if you’re married to her, do you really need porn? Maybe she’s a stingy bitch. Maybe you’re just not doing it right. Whatever the hell you did wrong, thank you, because she’s finally answering my tweets, and perhaps me and Tea can have our own wiener-gate. Mulder, you’re the man.

You cannot blame your male mind on sex addiction, women don’t buy it guys. You can only blame it on the fact that you are in fact a male. One chick once asked me: Are you addicted to sex or something? I retorted with: What, are you stupid?

That relationship didn’t work out.

Here’s the truth though, sex sells. In tv, in movies, in advertising, in politics. Women have known this since the days of the caveman where they just had their skulls bashed in and they were then dragged back to cave by their new found mate clutching a fist full of hair and dragging her away. The guys are hating me for this blog so far, and the ladies are cheering me. Bad news, bitches, YOU’RE FUCKING GUILTY AS SIN TOO! Only you’re smarter about it than us. You use that Sex Addiction as a way to empty wallets. Enter: The Porn Industry.

Magazines, movies, but most of all, the Internet. In 1994, Al Gore invented the internet as a way to connect to all his old buddies and share their homemade movies with their wives, secretaries, mistresses, and yes- Interns.  So essentially, the Interweb was invented for one reason and one reason only: PORN. And thank God it was, because where else would we find it? And that’s just sad. Fortunately its used for other things now a days, like YouPorn YouTube, and Hustler ESPN.

The whole world thanks you, Al, for the porn industry on the web. And its easily accessible and free in a lot of cases. But ladies, if you argue that you’re not a sex driven species such as the male, let me first tell you this: WRONG! I’ve seen your handbook, and I’ve read through it. Guys, if you don’t believe it, go pick up a copy of the monthly subscription based handbook women live by. You don’t even have to buy one, just look at the cover. Fuck it, I’ll end this debate now.

Do you fucking see how many times it talks about sex, fucking, sexuality, and sex tricks and other sex related paraphernalia? This is just the cover! Imagine the page after page of sex dripping scandal that is printed in it! All you women THINK about is SEX! And that’s because its in your handbook! Men, we have an excuse. We’re pretty stupid. Women, you are cunning and manipulative, you have most men thinking you don’t fucking think about fucking! But you do! I know you do! So if your guy isn’t satisfied, that’s just not nice of you! Guys, if you’re not satisfied, you’ve either done something wrong, pissed her off, not done enough of what she wants, or guess what? She doesn’t like you much. GET THE FUCK OUT OF THAT SITUATION!

Now as we can see, sex is on everyone’s mind. Its not just the men of our species, it’s the women too. It’s the freaks, the fatties, the skinnies, the celebrities, the politicians, the rock stars and the porn stars. So sex addiction seems like it is very real. As a society of people you could say we’re all addicted to fucking.. but I think in the end, you have to look up another definition that should coincide with Sex Addiction. RESPONSIBILITY. The simple fact of the matter is, you can’t blame sex addiction (the phenomenon in which individuals report being unable to manage their sexual behavior) for the fact that you’re a fucking douche rocket and are getting kicked out of your home. You’re not addicted to sex, our society isn’t addicted to sex. No, sorry chumps, you’re obsessed with sex. Men, women, and everyone else, we love it, we want it. If you say you don’t like sex you’re either lying or you’ve never done it right. And if you’ve never done it right, go find someone to do it right with right fucking now! Fuel your obsession. You have it, its in you, and its waiting to be unlocked and unleashed!

But fuck you if you think you’re going to sell me on the idea that you’re addicted and can’t help yourself. No, that’s called you’re an irresponsible asshole who doesn’t want to take any responsibility for their own actions. So fuck you.

What the Hell is wrong with you?

You’re fucked up. You’ve always been fucked up, and it is most likely that you will always be fucked up. This stems from a lot of reasons. First off, you were picked on as a kid. Secondly you might not have been loved enough. There are some real reasons why you are devastatingly socially awkward and unable to make friends. And its not your fault, its his:

Who is the bearded bringer of terror? He is the insane mastermind that brought you such wonderful things like The Labyrinth, the Dark Crystal, the Muppets, and yes, Sesame Street. His name is Jim Fucking Henson, and he fucked you up when you were so young you can’t even remember. That level of fuckedupedness does not fade with time, it festers like herpes and now you’re a full blown catastrophe of epic proportions. You need help, you need therapy, you need.. the truth. Are you ready?

When I was a young lad in the mother country, I realized just how fucked up people really were. This was long before Jim Henson came along, but people were fucked in the head for other reasons. What better way to make money than to help them “treat” their problems. Besides, treating other people who are more fucked in the face than you makes you feel better about yourself and that’s what we’re all about. So, I got myself a degree in Psychology. This helps keep me out of a mental institute myself, as I know how to manipulate the system. No, that does not include the years of 1983-1996. Everyone has a break, and it was a relatively short time to be institutionalized in my opinion. And after all, this is what we’re really after here.. my opinion the truth.

Jim Henson created Sesame Street in 1969. That’s a really long fucking time to be destroying the innocent minds of the youth. It was conceived to be an educational program to help children learn. And it was just that. It has helped over 40 years of children learn that its ok, OK to be social retards, jerks, homosexuals, vampires, and talk to themselves. We used to watch Sesame Street religiously until we were 25. What? What’s so wrong about that? Everything.

The following is brought to you by the Letters:

And the numbers:

 

Sesame Street fucked you up, and now its time to delve into how. Lets examine the characters that influenced your life to be a retard.

Big Bird

He she it thing is obviously a huge ass bird who has a problem with sexual identity. Much like Pigglet, this thing doesn’t know what sex it really is. As a child you look at that and say, yes, I have a penis, but its ok to act like a girl and have a high pitched voice. The truth is, Big Bird terrified me as a kid. As we all know, the only birds that are big are those crazy golden eagles that are big enough to pull a mountain goat off a cliff. If you didn’t have nightmares about Bird, then you lived in a state of delusion. Bird is not your friend, pal, buddy or anything of the sort. He/She is a predator of the most dangerous kind who is simply trying to lure you in so you can make a good meal for it. Big Bird is the reason people like Rupaul exist. Which I guess is ok, because she’s at least a pretty woman.

Dr. Bunsen and Beaker

Sadism. First you have these two “scientists” who are constantly doing failed experiments. The outward image here is that science is cool and fun. But is it really? No, its not. I’m sorry Bill Nye, but no matter what you do, none of us will ever think that you’re cool. It’s a fucking fact of reality that if you were the science geek in school, because you thought Beaker was cool, you got beat up by the football team. That’s not cool at all. Getting beat up all the time makes you hate people and bad things stem from that. Really bad fucking things. But these two really were the birth of sadism. Bunsen was constantly doing shit to torture poor Beaker because he got off on it. Its true. He was always so happy, and Beaker being he battered assistant to the Dr. Was too afraid to go to the cops to tell them that he’d been mistreated. This does not help you evolve into a strong self esteem, and you end up the battered prison bitch of a big guy named Tiny. But are you going to tell the warden? Fuck no! Tiny takes care of you. And he loves you, he just gets a little angry at times, and its really your fault, you know better than to make him angry, you BITCH! Back to Beaker, this guy who is constantly tortured, if he’d just learn to speak, he might actually get his point across to the doc to go fuck himself. He says: “Doc, go fuck yourself, I’m not a lab rat! I fucking hate you and I’m going back to mothers! No don’t light me on fire again you fucking ass bag! One day, I swear I’m going to shoot your face off with a fucking shotgun you sick sadistic abusive fucking whore!” but all the doc (and us) hear is: “Memememememememeeemememeee!!!” Do you know someone who can’t speak clearly? I know a guy who doesn’t. Drives me nuts. I get so mad that I hit him for it. Regrettably he is bigger than me and hits me back and I cry. That’s besides the point. What’s the point? LEARN HOW TO FUCKING SPEAK! Beaker is not cool, nor is science, nor is not speaking clearly. These fucks have taught you bad habits from the get go. Know who else loved these two brainiacs? The Unibomber. For real. He knew science like a motherfucker.

Count Von Count

Never talk shit about vampires that are real, and this one is as real as it gets. Count was the man, ah-ah! “Today childrens, we count to my favorite number! 6-ah-ah! 6-ah-ah! 6-ah-ah!” He was teaching you to fear the supernatural. And you should. Vampires will suck out your blood and steal your wallet. What’s worse? The shock of it would probably make you piss yourself. So when the cops find you, they find your bloodless, walletless, and soiled. It doesn’t get more embarrassing than that, folks. This is also why you should never walk around having to go to the bathroom. If you gotta pee and there's no toilet, do as my buddy does and splash the nearest wall around. Or tree. Or car tire. I tell him that he’s a hobo, but I think he may be on to something. He is always ready for a vampire attack. Remember, if you’re with a friend and a vampire attack happens, you don’t have to run fast, only faster than your friend. Hopefully you’ll come across Abe Lincoln who will fuck that vampire’s life into oblivion. Just in case though, you shouldn’t walk alone at night. For real.

Snuffleupagus

I won’t lie, I had to google that name to figure out how to spell it. But what the fuck is up with this character? Snuffy seems like he is obviously a male, but has the prettiest boy eyes ever. Snuffy is also the imaginary friend of Bird. This means, yup, you guessed it. The fact that you’re a fucking nut job who talks to themselves is because you too have a Snuffy to talk to, but guess what? That big fucker is only in your head and no one believes in them but you. You’ve become delusional and paranoid. Probably schizophrenic as you’ve gotten older, and once again, this can be traced back to Sesame Street. Its not right what the Evil Henson has done to you, but the fact is, its happened. They make pills I think, but chances are you’re still gonna be fucked up forever.

Oscar the Grouch

Good news kids, its totally ok to be an asshole! Its totally ok to be a bum! Its totally ok to live in filth off of the trash of others. And you don’t even have to fucking be nice about it! You can tell people to give you some fucking change or you’re going to follow them and plant your box outside of their home! They will give you change then! And fucking A! Who needs personal hygiene? Sleeping in garbage is fun! Your mom told you not to do it because she’s an evil whore! What? You don’t like my personal life choices? Well you can fuck off! Its my life and I’ll make of if what I fucking want to! You don’t own me, and neither does anyone else! Now give me a fist full of ones you twat, I’m starting to sober up and that will make me become violent! You don’t want that, do you you bitches? I didn’t think so! Aaaah.. Vodka.

Do you see how he has corrupted society? Can you really deny hard evidence? There are lots of people who have followed in Oscar’s footsteps. They’re called the homeless. Every time I see a homeless person with their sign, I just want to light them on fire! Where do they find all the cardboard? And the sharpies? Every time I need a sharpie, I can’t find one. This angers me greatly. Mainly because they have one and I don’t. One time I asked a bum for a dollar, he said to fuck off! I told him he was an ungenerous ass clown and would burn for eternity! Know what he called me? A republican! What the fuck is up with that? I fucking hate these people with more passion than I have for my hatred of Apple Computers. Fuck these guys. If you give them money, you’re as big of a douche as they are, because you’re contributing to their survival. Soup kitchens? Homeless shelters? Same thing. All you’re doing its letting these people survive. Why? What purpose do they serve? None. Let them die and burn their bodies as fuel for some factory that provides jobs and Nikes. How fucking hard is it to make that executive decision. Free Health care for ALLLL!!! No. FREE DEATH TO THOSE WHO DON’T TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES!! *cheer!* I should be president, I could run this bitch so well.

Grover

Grover was the man, so shut the fuck up. Grover was the only one on this show that didn’t have mass amounts issues. Other than the drugs. The idea of becoming a drug addict was first introduced to us by Grover who was always in some kind of fucked up psychedelic haze. I mean, that motherfucker could fly at times. And it was apparent when he did NEAR and FAR that he was at least a speed addict. The truth is, Meth was created by Grover, and that’s not ok. But it is a notable achievement by this blue furred monster. Some of you may be young, and not really remember Grover, who was forced to take a backseat to the emergence of Elmo who has since stolen the show.

FUCK ELMO

Elmo is not the real deal, he is a cheap impersonator of Grover. I personally do not stand for this kind of bullshit. Everyone knows that in a grudge match to the death, Grover would take Elmo hands down. So why did Elmo become popular? He had a gay lisp of course, and as we all know, with the acceptance of homosexuality in modern culture thanks to shows like Ellen and Will and Grace, we now have to let someone’s awesomeness fade so a homosexual can take his place. That’s what Elmo has done to Grover. Its not right, its not ok, but that’s how the world has worked.

Some of us however, are still old enough to remember the awesomeness of the drug addict formally known as Grover. He was awesome and he really showed drugs in the positive light that they should be cast in.  Just remember, he could fucking fly. Beat that bitches.

Bert and Ernie

The emergence of homosexuality on television did not begin with bull dyke Ellen, or even that ass pirate Will from Will and Grace. No no, its started here.  It was blatant and disgusting. You know how there is an argument of “I was born this way” and all that sort of bullshit? Like let the puppy moo? Ya, you know, born different. Dood, you’re not fucking born different. You’re born the same way as everyone else is. You are not born to be a cock munch, you chose to be a cock gobbler. That’s ok, you’re allowed. Hell I don’t have a problem with it, if you wanna take it up the tail pipe, power to you. But you’re not born that way. You get it from Sesame Street. You found yourself associating with Bert and Ernie. They were in the bathtub with the rubber ducky and you went MMMMM! That looks FUN! And then you adopted the lifestyle and chose to be that way forever. Whatever the fuck, I don’t give a shit, I really don’t, just don’t try and force feed me your bullshit, k? As any reader of my blog knows, the only thing that pisses me off about the whole gay topic is the upsetting loss of Portia. PORTIA!!!! COME BACK!!! WHY GOD!? WHY TAKE HER FROM US?!

Fuck you Bert and Ernie. You taught Portia to love Ellen. And every straight man in the world will hunt you till the end of your fucking miserable days for that one!

I need a moment.

 

I’m back, sorry, I just went and cried for about an hour. I feel better now. Moving on to our final point.

Cookie Monster

I heard they’re calling him the snack monster to match with a more politically correct point of view. Apparently they have realized that this notorious fat ass has taught all little kids in the world that it is in fact, ok to be obese. But fuck you, its too late! 40 years of cookie gobbling has already set the standard. But cookie can’t help himself right? Why? Because cookies are fucking awesome, that’s why! You can understand it. How do you take a guy who has lived off of cookies forever and make him eat something else now? You can’t its even more wrong then his teaching children that obesity is acceptable. Do you know Europeans don’t watch Sesame Street, and that’s why they’re so much thinner than Americans? That’s because as children they never had Cookie Monster influencing their eating habits. Why don’t kids want to eat their dinner? Because Cookies are better, and he can live off of them than so can they! This is all Cookies fault! Damn that fat fuck to hell!

So there you have it. The reasons you’ve been ruined. There’s still time to change your heathen ways, and I suggest it. So thank you Jim Henson, and thank you PBS- you’ve made us all retarded homosexual drug addict 400 lbs. schizophrenic land monsters who are going through an identity crisis. The American Dream. You Assholes.