MY NUMBER ONE ENEMY

What's crackin',

Yeah , I come to you all with some big news about my number one enemy; SUBURBANITES.

These people are so outta touch with reality it AINT funny. They have no clue what lurks in the lives of real people. Their biggest problems are if the manicured lawn isn't watered or if they're chauffeur is a little late.

Well fuck these people. These people fill Starbucks Cafe, ordering Lattes and Cappucinos while reading Red Badge of Courage or the most suburbanite book of all time The Great Gatsby.

If you see these mofos please report them to real thugs like me. We'll handle them.


I wish this dude would come to my hood. He'd be eaten alive by the realest people... suburbanites have it easy and wanna play it hood til them shots get fired.

Grey Fox Adds A Note: By the looks of him, he looks as if he will grow up to become a serial rapist. There are two types of Wiggers: The toned down wigger who likes rap and the culture, but doesn't dress or talk like it, like me, and the pretentious wigger, the one who dresses gangsta style poppin' fresh and talks like he's a black homie, like this moron here. He should definately come to this hood so he can have his head readjusted.

A Career In Playing Video Games And How It Doesn't Matter

I love video games. I have played them since my fifth birthday when I got my first Nintendo. That started my long slide into the world of gamer geek. My pinnacle peak of geekyness topped off at the age of 19, when all I did was play games, watch anime, and take it up the ass from peers.

Yeah, life was so simple back then. I had to ruin it all by toning down my anime watching, playing games at night on weekdays, study even harder, and go out partying with people and drinking beer. Finally, I totally fucked up my life by getting a degree and a career at Cisco. Man, what a horrible decision THAT was...

...is what I'd be saying if I were an overly-obsessed, pseudo-intellectual lard ball who sits in his computer chair 24/7 masturbating to Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers Pee Force while his mother still makes his lunch. This is usually where die hard gamers end up: dropped out of college, living at home, no girlfriend or a really horrible one, no job or a really shitty one, and the chance of committing suicide at 25 when the inidivdual finally realizes how shitty his, or even her, life has been up to this point.

Then, there are some people, like a schmuck named "Fata1ity" (the 1 is used as a "leet," or LEE7, language gamers came up with to try and make themselves cooler, but sadly, it just drops them further down the nerd food chain) who play and actually win money. Now, that doesn't seem like such a bad idea at all. You spend days in and out practicing games with tons of Mountain Dew cans and (god forbid) Red Bulls piled up around you. Your friends go out to night clubs, parties, play a game of hoops, and so on, but that's not what's important in life, its having money all to yourself that is! Then you go to QuakeCon/E3/IWeztidMaiLifCon and kick everyone's asses and BAM, truckloads of money for you to buy more games and porno!

Now, you know, buying games with your money is fine. I love buying new games that I want to play when they come out, but I also put that money into bills, savings, and future vacation funds. I'm sure "Fata1ity" just spends the money on himself and his "danger zone" needs.

This kid has won so much fucking money, they even market his own vid cards and mobos because of how popular he is in the gaming community. So, I guess now, sitting on your butt all day and playing games is now a possible career interest with all the cash one could possibly win. I might as well quit my job and go into that since I'm really good at first person shooters.

After considering that, April slammed my face into the wall several times over and over to get that shit out of my head. I cried in agony, but she continued to shake the shit out of me, then threw me in chains to dispense with the spankings until I told her she was the chick in charge and I was being stupid. Now, I feel so much better for our choice.

The next day, after I awoke from my concussion, it was like my mind had totally become clear! I am not jealous of him for making tons of money for playing games, nor am I jealous that he has computer hardware named after him. It all became crystal: he is contributing NOTHING to society!

The first rule of youth is to help yourself first, use common curteousy, and then help others. You are not obligated to anyone outside your family, and in some cases, your friends (depends on he situations). You get your degree and you are now able to help whoever you work for and in return, it helps customers or business partners. Therefore, you are contributing to society. You sit on your ass all day playing games just to "pwn" a bunch of other lard ass gaming nerds who have nothing better to do with their miserable lives. You win money. Wow, way to go to leave something behind to vindicate your existance.

As painful as it may sound to the gaming geek, playing video games does not matter in life. Its a hobby, yes. It's fun, no argument there. You can make friends, of course. However, it doesn't matter in the business world unless you are actually contributing in the development of them. As bad as it is, girls usually don't like guys who play games. That is rather stupid, but when it comes to the ones who are doing nothing but gaming, then I agree that they are making the right choice. The rest of the time, those types of girls are just trying to fuel their ditzy egos by avoiding intelligent, occasionally out-going, semi-attractive gamers. Still, playing games really doesn't do much for society in the long run. I know I am the type of guy who dislikes protestors, religion, and other things like that, but I still make my contributions to who I work for, our benefactors, and when I come home. Then, I spend for myself.

But wait, Grey Fox, I don't see YOUR name on any merchandise! LOLOLOLOLOL. Ever heard of Metal Gear Solid, BITCH? HUH? YEAH, SUCK THAT FAT CYBERNETIC COCK, YEAH, YEAH!!! But seriously, my real name is not on any merchandise. Oh well, doesn't matter to me. So, Fata1ity has mobos and vid cards named after him. WOW. That's no different than Mary Kate and Ashley bringing out their own clothes line that they didn't even design themselves, and yes, its true. In reality, celebs who make their own clothes line aren't successful in the movie biz. Those who are successful in the movie biz, like the twins are, sadly, have people swarming around them while they sip their rum collins or whatever the fuck it is that celebs drink these days. Then, this is how they design their clothes: point a finger at a sketch they like, market money into it, put their names on it, even though they didn't design it, but the clothes designer dare not speak against the "mighty Olsen Twins," and PRESTO, clothes.

You see, at MY job, called NETWORK ADMINISTRATION, I ACTUALLY do hard WORK. Sure, sometimes I have to sit and watch lines on a computer for any illegal activity while I am looking at sports articles, naked women shoving shampoo bottles up their asses, and cartoons with incestual kittens, but I also have to train new employees, present quarterly reports, help fix bugs in our routers, and other things. Yeah, sure, sounds like a tie/cubicle job (though I don't have a cubicle), but guess what? I actually HELP people! I teach fundamentals to new guys and girls, I help make sure our products are top of the line for OUR consumers, and I make sure no one is screwing up our network so we can have a full day of productivity! THAT is contributing to society.

Fata1ity may have a lot of money and his names on a bunch of crappy hardware, but he didn't do any actual contributing work for it. Therefore, I don't count him as a cool rich celebrity, but, a boring rich nerd.

Oh, Happy Halloween to all my fellow fans, anti-fans, and the gothic sub-culture. I really hope you have fun cutting your wrists over graves tonight while you hump a dog dressed up as satan!

"Eat Steak" Says Feminist Nazis

That's right, you read correctly. There is no need to adjust your monitor, I just called feminists nazis.

Now, before any of you butch red necks come at me with your claws of oppression, hear me out. I fully believe in equality of women. I am not one of those "a woman's place is in the kitchen," losers that end up marrying the girl they knocked up in high school while drunk. I believe a woman can go to college, get a degree, and then get a credible career in whatever she sees fit for whatever purposes.

It's when equality goes too far that I cannot tolerate women and they turn into these head-shaven, braless, hairy arm-pitted freaks of nature that go around reading poety out in the Grand Canyon while trying to discover "true" womanhood. Shaved heads...hmm...didn't the nazis of the past and even present times today shave their heads?

You probably remember that Boston Market commercial with the custodian eating that steak with that annoying and repeatative song, "Eat Steak, Eat Steak." While every red neck enjoyed and got a great laugh out of it, I immediately bashed my hand with a hammer to counteract each soundwave of pain that entered my ears. Naturally, I went to the hospital afterwards with a high bill, but I roundhoused the doctor and stole a nurse's underwear to add to my secret collection since I am a hypersexual pervert that doesn't know what being a woman is all about.

ANYway, you wouldn't believe what happens 3 weeks later. A WOMAN appears on the commerical all of the sudden, eating steak like a fucking horse. By that point, my head began to fill with visions of women eating steak instead of the usual cat girls rubbing against me like the God I am. Why? Why is a woman suddenly eating steak like a pig?

My question was answered only days later, when an article was sent to me by my friend in Utah of all places. It read that female activists protested against Boston Market for their eat steak commercial, saying that women can eat steak too.

I thought this was a joke, because I didn't think they would go out of their minds, or ways for that matter, to throw a hissy fit over something so trivial and stupid as a guy eating steak in a commercial. But, then again, this is America and 80% of its population sucks the cock of the media.

Therefore, a new commercial was made. A business woman hosing a steak down like a typical male and the same song.

I don't understand it. What is so equal about that commercial? On a further note, what is so hot about it? Ohhhh, a woman is eating steak, time to break out the lube! I didn't need the fucking commercial to inform me that women eat steak too. Hell, April loves steak, but at least she doesn't hose it down like some pig as the woman from the commercial did. I thought their cause was for more of a political or even economical cause, not some dumb propaganda to promote a food chain.

It's just as bad as how they tell us not to treat them as meat. You know, guys are treated the same way. There are gay and body building magazines where we're in speedos showing off our muscles or our wangs even. Shit, you even see guys getting it on in them as well. How is that different from the lesbian/nude shots you see in Playboy or Hustler? How is looking at a Victoria's Secret ad different from some...I dunno...male clothes catalog? Besides the obvious answer of the clothing worn, there is also the matter of the models loving their jobs.

I don't know if it occurs to feminists, but, some women like to be strippers for the money so they can get through college or they just love their bodies and like to be watched. Women love power, whether it be with the pen, the sword, or their bods. Men are the exact same way. Men crave attention to their bodies or their looks or their intelligence. It's all equal, whether it seems sleezy or honest. Everyone, and I don't care who you are or how you feel, wants to be sexy and desired. Of course you will get these women who hate perverts and shit, but deep down, they want the attention and they want to be swept off their feet. They, like many anti-social men, are too shy or ashamed to admit it because they feel it is wrong in society. That is a load of crap. Now, I'm not saying I would go out and have sex in front of millions of people, nor would I go rape a girl to "bring out her wild side," all I am saying is, there is nothing wrong with being dirty, naughty, playful, dominant, etc. My morals come to play with how many people you are doing it with. I love a dominant and dirty woman, but, I want her to wake up with me the next morning instead of moving along to the next lay, of course. I don't mind three ways, but it's not like it happens to me everyday (twice last year). I will still love my fiance and so on.

Eat your steak, if you have to, but just stop the bullshit. Women are equal in this world, but the more you continue to pester and prevent people from carrying out their lives, the more you will be treated with less respect. Every reaction has an opposite or equal reaction, even with emotions.

Christianity vs. Halloween: Guess Which Is Stupider?

Notre Dame robbed of a game last week to the fucking refs. Leinhart threw it out of bounds at the 4, not the 1. It was a pivot, if you saw his arm extend. And, there you go, Notre Dame robbed of the win just so USC could continue their creme puff season undefeated. UCLA sucks, I don't give a shit if they are undefeated. Look at their wins, just look at them, at who they played. Am I whining? Nah. Am I pissed? Anyone who watched it and is a Notre Dame fan would have been. Its funny how everyone who went for the other team and loses is called a whiner if their team lost. You suffer a loss in the biggest game of the year and tell me how you feel. Stop being a fucking moron and understand that losses like that are tough on the underdogs. They aren't whiners, they are disappointed.

If you follow God, that's fine. I know the bible can be quite a motivational tool for many people in life despite the fact that I don't agree with it 100% (I only agree with it about 7% to be honest). So, if you use God as a motivation for life, good for you. Life needs a drive and a form of meeting, even if it is one of being a mystic.

Now, where exactly do you draw the line between being a "true" christian, which are those that do not point fingers and use God to enrich their lives rather than others, and being a fanatical moron who condemns non-followers to hell and lives surrounded in endurance, rather than enjoyment and a bit of sacrifice (what's a life without some, after all), and to live in complete ignorance rather than open-mindedness. That is when it goes out of hand.

Why are fanatics so ignorant? How are they so sure that they themselves are not condemned to hell for pissing other people off in life just because they aren't "enlightened?" I'm enlightened, not all the way, but I use common logic and I am doing fine in life. So, what now? Oh, I don't follow God, ok, I'm gonna suffer in an afterlife that is not even guaranteed.

I gotta say this: just because you believe in God, it doesn't mean that you have an instant ticket into heaven or wherever the hell you end up once you die from not living a single day in your life. All it shows is that you cling onto some deity out of the fear that you could die at any minute. Ok, so what? So, you can die at any minute from disease, a car accident, etc. Yeah, that sucks, but, am I going to sit back and worry about that all day long? Nope. I am not afraid to die. Now, I'm not saying I want it to happen anytime soon, I am just not afraid of it. I am not going to lock myself up in some panic room and constantly call the cops whenever some teenager wearing black walks down the street and looks at me wrong. I am living life to how I see fit. My life is my own. I was given a gift and I am doing my best with it and for my fiance as well. Sound selfish? Well, you are wrong.

In my honest opinion, I highly doubt that God wanted you to sacrifice everything in life just for him. What is the point of life then if you're just put on it temporarily to worship someone and then die? That sounds so depressing and makes life completely pointless. I don't want to endure life just so I can go to heaven and become "content." Being content isn't a challenge if its instantly given to you. That is boring and sad to endure life for. I don't want to work with trials, I want to work with challenges and opportunities to better myself so I can improve my life and my fiance's and my future children's. I think God feels the same way. He made life for us to work with and he watches us to see what we do with it. And in return, he gives a slight hand to help us because too much of a hand and we become dependant. Too light of a hand and we lose faith. If we do our best, because we are not perfect, I think that is more important than constantly worshipping him every single day and wasting his gift to us. That is just as bad as satanists worshipping satan all day long. So, tell me, what's the difference? What is the difference between being a fanatical satanist and a fanatical christian besides the obvious reasons? Both seem to try and make life miserable for the other, so, what is the true moral difference?

Which brings me to this one point on christians and halloween. Chrisitan Answers says the following:

The October 31st holiday that we today know as Halloween has strong roots in paganism and is closely connected with worship of the Enemy of this world, Satan. It is a holiday that generally glorifies the dark things of this world, rather than the light of Jesus Christ, The Truth.

So what? So, it has a bad history of paganism. Christianity is no different. Did we forget about the fucking Spanish Inquisition in the 1500s? How christianity forced people into believing in God or dying? Or how about forcing natives into fore-going their Gods for another? Where is the moral difference? I just don't see it. So, is the "Light of Jesus" really the truth or just a bunch of cover-up political ideals and plagarized bullcrap accumulated by many people. I'm gonna say this, the bible was not written by God, it was written by man and is CONSTANTLY changed by man. Fanatics are by-product sheep not to the Word of God, but to the word of man. How about them apples?

Have you noticed how costumes and masks are getting generally more bloody, gory, and depraved each year? Unfortunately, the gruesome and grotesque and the occult are increasingly glorified in American society, not only on Halloween, but throughout the year in horror movies and in television programs.

Gee, I wonder what the difference is between that and the RELIGIOUS festivals in Mexico where SKULL MASKS are worn? All these answers are proving to me is just absolute and total ignorance that these sheep have in life. I guess it is true when Civilization IV comes out for the PC, Christianity will be perfect for civilizations that don't read well and follow anything. As for glorifying occult, its all in good fun. I love studying the occult and playing gory and creepy games. Would I literally go out and do it in real life? Of course not. Not everyone in society is stupid or pretentious (though I am starting to worry a bit nowadays).

My family does not celebrate it or participate in it. We do not believe that our children are "missing out," and neither do they. Other days are used for costumes and parties. Happily, all of our children have accepted Jesus Christ as their personal Savior. We have found that Halloween provides an excellent time to remind our children that, as Christians, we are different, and not of this world (Heb. 11:13-16; 1 Pet. 2:11).

And I wonder if you gave your children the chance to accept Jesus or not? Children in religious families have no choice at a young age. They look up to their parents and mimic their choices usually. I know this guy is speaking for them rather than them speaking for themselves. Its dressing up, eating candy, and partying socially. What is so bad about that? Check the candy they get, make sure that if they are underage not to dress skanky, and make sure they are partying with trusted friends or family. Its not that hard, people, and I don't even have kids and I am saying this!

So, Christians are different and not of this world now. Wow...what a way to totally become a hypocrite. You know, satanists feel the same way, that they are not of this world and are special and unique, kinda like you saps! So, what is this new world they are part of? Are they aliens now? Thanks to this moron, I am now calling all Christians aliens. Its great how in situations like this, you don't have to work for the humor and idiocity, they just flat out give it to you here. Again, where is the difference? I am still waiting for that answer, Christian Answers, "The Truth." I got some news for you, I am the only truth here, bitches.

I want to wrap it up with the motherload of ignorance that christianity is spreading. In Ohio, christians are promoting abstinance from unmarried sex by saying the following, and I shit you not:

• Using a condom stunts penis growth
• Using birth control stunts fertility
• AIDS can be contracted through kissing and tears

Hm, I used plenty of condoms in my life and my penis STILL grows out to its full length, girth, and shoots its normal load of the good stuff. April is still able to have a kid and she was on birth control for a bit. As for kissing, I haven't felt a drop in my immune system and I guess I gotta make sure that April is crying in sex from now on because apparently, christians are trying to say you need to cry in sex.

So, there you have it folks, christianity is clearly stupider than halloween. If you are a true christian, good for you, you are making God and those around you happy. If you are a fanatic, shame on you for screwing over our society. I hope their is a heaven so God can laugh in your face at how you wasted your life for "contentness."

Updates Coming Soon

With work, my grandparents moving to Tucson, and my lazyness, I haven't been updating much. I'll be getting Stan Yan's article up first, followed by pics from Nan Desu Kan. After that, I'll go back to being an asshole. There have been some really horrible things I have discovered about TV when you'd think there was nothing left to be found.

Plus, I would like to introduce a new loyal subject to my realm. Her name is Helen. Hi, Helen, look, its me! Wave, wave!