Dear Robert...

Dear Boyfriend,

Before I met you, I was fragile and torn apart. Quite frankly, I was torn apart and broken into a million little pieces which I thought could never be whole again. But, by the time I met you, my life was now starting to get back on track and the broken pieces were finding itself back together — some way, some how. And now, during the time that we have been together, it’s as though those pieces where never broken and I am happier than ever, so I want to thank you.

Thank You for the big things and even more importantly, for the smaller things — because those morning calls really set the tone for my day and I still get butterflies in my stomach when you hold my hand.

Thank You for accepting me — flaws and all because there is no better feeling than when someone sees you as perfect in their eyes.

Thank You for making time for me — because you’re never too busy to call, never too busy to text and never too busy for pizza night even when you have to wake up at 4:30am. 

Thank You for being that person that I can trust. 

Thank You for being honest — because sometimes I need it even when I don’t want it.

Thank You for being genuine — because who really has time for the fake crap anyway?

Thank You for not taking me for granted — because asking me about my day, or my opinions and always thinking about how I’d feel truly makes me feel appreciated.

Thank You for respecting me and our relationship — because you don’t give with the expectation of receiving but you give because you truly understand boundaries without me having to tell you what those boundaries are. 

And lastly, thank you for being you — a patient, kind and intelligent soul who makes all of my days that much better. The skies are bluer with you, the trees are greener with you and my smiles are broader because of you. So thank you, for being that person who I cannot envision my life without.

Sincerely,

Your Forever Grateful Girlfriend

#PrayForGaza

"You don't need to be Muslim to stand up for Gaza, you just need to be human"

On July 17, 2014, Israel launched a ground attack against Gaza. The cheering and excitement from the so-called “Christian” community could be heard around the world. Main Stream Media was soundly behind the attacks, talking endlessly in an attempt to justify the slaughter that would be the result. Never mind that there were thousands and thousands of Palestinian’s subject to that attack. And pay no attention to the fact that our government through successive administrations, has routinely stuck their noses into the business of numerous countries around the globe claiming human rights violations as the excuse. Yet they sit silent about the genocide of the Palestinians and send weapons, financial aid, even a few hundred nuclear bunker buster’s to Israel and publicly state that we support Israel.

I do not and will not support the genocide of any population, by anyone for any reason. I do not support any political party, church or religion that condones, encourages and revels in the genocide of any one, for any reason.

I am vehemently opposed to supporting the practice of genocide. I don’t care who is doing it. What they claim their reasons are, or what religion or political ideology they claim is validating their support.

Never mind that food, clean water, medical supplies and anything else of necessity had been withheld from the Palestinian people for years. Pay no attention to the fact that the Israeli’s had been given a parcel of land belonging to the Palestinian’s, and that subsequent to that gift, has launched more than 300 attacks against their neighboring countries in the 65 years or so since then. Don’t think about the fact that Israel isn't just this “tiny little piece of land”, but has instead, as a result of the ongoing aggression against its neighbors, become quite a large territory.

why i run: color vibe

Sometimes you just gotta let loose, get together with some good friends, and have fun! That was the whole point of this run for me. I really wasn't sure what to expect going into a The Color Vibe Run. When I was describing it to people I felt a little stupid by saying that you dress in white and then people throw colored cornstarch at you. Doesn't that sound like fun?
I will let the pictures speak for themselves:

















I would do this again in a heart beat!

Not knowing what to expect, I would have to say that it was so much more fun than I thought it would be. I had been looking forward to it, but I had no idea what a great time I would have. I'm sure it had something to do with the company I was with, but the music and the vibrant colors and acting like a kid again had to be the best part!

get your sh*t together.

1. Stop smoking, drinking, and using drugs.

Hell, I probably solved 90% of the world's problems right there. Give up these three habits, and you will be first class among People Who Have Their Shit Together. It will amaze you how much better you feel, how much money you have, and how much better your life will go if you give up booze, cigarettes, and the crack pipe. Some will say "moderation in all things," but I've never seen those people exercise any moderation when they say that. It is just a cop-out to keep doing what they are doing.

2. Get a job.

This advice alone probably solved about 6% of the rest of the problems in this country. Having a job means an income, a place to stay, social involvement, daily exercise, etc. People will claim that times are hard, but this is bullshit. There is always a job because there is always work to be done. When people say they can't find a job, what they really mean is they still have three months of unemployment left to collect, or they don't want to take some "menial" job that involves serving food or cutting grass. I'd be more ashamed of being a bum than being a burger flipper or a landscaper. Quit your excuse making and get a fucking job.

3. Spend less than you earn.

Cut up those credit cards and quit eating out. Pay off your debts. Open a savings account and put money in it. Simple math. Put away $100 a week, and you will have $5200 saved in a year. This will fully fund your IRA for the year and give you a big chunk left over. Bank your tax refund as well, and your money problems are over.

4. Eat healthy and exercise.

This is the one most people can't get straight in their lives. This is because we are programmed by biology to amass calories and conserve energy. Nature works. The answer is to stop eating high fat and high sugar foods. Eating healthy will not leave you hungry. Fad diets will. Just skip McDonald's and go to Subway. Have fruit instead of ice cream and cheesecake. As for exercise, walk for an hour per day. Last time I checked, this was free. The pounds will just drop off. You will have more energy. You don't need to eat like an Ethiopian or complete an Ironman to be healthy and in shape. Marginal changes in this area will produce massive results.

5. Dispose, clean, and organize.

Got a closet full of shit? Empty it. Desk full of clutter? Get a Hefty bag and throw that shit away. Storage rental full of shit you can't throw away? Rent a truck and haul it off to the dump. If you don't need it, then you don't need it.

6. Dump your piece of shit significant other.

Even if you get your shit together, other people in your life will cause you grief, and this is usually the person you share a bed with. Drug abuse can break up a relationship as well as money problems. Even becoming a runner can do this. If you have your shit together, you can't be with a person who doesn't have their shit together. It doesn't work. The disharmony will cause the whole thing to fly to pieces, and I can tell you from personal experience that you can't get someone else's shit together for them. They can tear your shit apart and almost certainly will if you stay with them. Get rid of them. Having your shit together and being alone is better than living in the shit with a fuck up.

That's it, folks. Five pieces of solid time tested advice. It is all very uncomplicated and basic. Your life won't be perfect because shit happens. But no one will ever say that it was your own damn fault, and that means a whole lot.

As for me, I'm still working on #1 of getting my shit together.

Santa's Demon

Now available, from Extortion Merchandise Inc… Elf on the Shelf! This is the latest horrifying commercialization of Christmas -- a product you have to buy for your child or suffer the consequences, because all their friends have one. And if all your child’s friends DO have one, you will look like a big fat asshole for depriving your child of the opportunity to have a creepy stalker on-premises to spy on your child and report their every move back to the big boss at the North Pole. Don’t know how to parent? Can’t possibly control your kids without a miniature Chucky doll to keep them in line? Elf on the Shelf!

What kind of asshole merchandises such an awful product? A FUCKING MILLIONAIRE, that’s what kind. In my town, this dumbass product has spread like mouth herpes at a frat house party. In case you aren’t lucky enough to have been subject to this merry extortion, let me explain.

According to their website, Elf on the Shelf is “A Christmas Tradition is the very special tool that helps Santa know who to put on the Naughty and Nice list.” Firstly, nice fucking grammar, idiots. Secondly, the truth is, Elf on the Shelf is a hideously ugly little gremlin fucker that comes with a self-serving, spooky-ass story book. The book explains that the elf is your own personal stalker, who spies on your every move all day and flies to the North Pole to narc on you to Santa at night. When he returns and breaks into your house every morning, he is always in a different place. Is it just me or does that not sound like the plot of every homicidal doll movie? You turn around and the Chucky doll or ventriloquist dummy or carnivorous clown is leering at you from a new location in your house.

Creepy, right? I already own a Furby, which is spooky as shit, can’t I just have him stand guard on my son’s room and terrify him into behaving? Or wouldn’t a canine shock collar be more immediate? Or I could just try PARENTING, hmmmm... that's just crazy enough to work.

Here’s the funny part. At some point, all your kids friends will have them, they cost $30 each, but the kids think all they have to do is “make three wishes” and they get one. They don’t even know it’s a product for sale in stores at a bullshit price. What happens when your little angel sees this pricey mutant freak "on the shelf" at Target?? Hmmmm????

Between Santa and the Tooth Fairy, I feel like I tell my child enough bald-face lies throughout the year. You have to move the little assload around EVERY NIGHT or your children will think the elf and Santa FORGOT ABOUT HIM/HER because they are AWFUL CHILDREN. Glad you don’t have enough to do, parents.

Since the creator of this bullshit product is probably swimming in a drifting pool of finely powdered cocaine every night, he/she might want to think about how to continue to support the lifestyle they have undoubtedly become accustomed to. In the spirit of the chia pet, in which the creators “spun off” several different versions of the same lame piece of crap.

So, thanks to the pansy-ass parents in my life who wouldn't resist the trend, I had to sit my four-year old down today and explain to him that I wasn't going to allow the three wishes of doom, that having a stalker elf in the house was "Way creepy and gross" and furthermore, "That sounds like something only for really awful, naughty kids and you're a GOOD kid, you don't want some stalker elf spying on YOU, you're already getting great presents."

TVgasm !

Hoooly shit, the one and only episode of Toddlers & Tiaras that I saw a few months ago had so much to make fun of I actually needed migraine pills when I was done watching because the jokes came just that fast Thatswhatshesaid! Where to begin?

Well, we’re mostly in Georgia and folks, I weep for the future AND the present. You think Candy-Ass butchered the English language, THESE PEOPLE all needed captioning at one time or another (and I actually had to turn mine on because I couldn’t understand what half these toothless, blubbery hilljacks were saying to the camera.

But the best part of the show is Alana and her crazy-ass extreme couponing mother June. We meet them as they are throwing tons of paper towels and toilet-paper at each other, mostly because the quantity they have in their kitchen is smothering them. June says she extreme coupons to save money for pageants – hey, more power to ya. When you walk out of a store with $300 worth of stuff for twenty seven cents, that’s actually amazing. Of course, will you need 500 pounds of cumin? I’m not so sure.

If you love white trash like me, then I'm assuming that right now you're wearing a yellow t-shirt that used to be white and stained sweat shorts, and you just finished flossing your teeth with a toe nail that you chewed off with your own mouth. If this is the case, you're gross and I'm gross. Also, if this is the case, then watching TLC's Here Comes Honey Boo Boo will make you feel like a sophisticated, refined and pristine royal dignitary. This trailer even makes the Cyruses look like the Middletons! This mess is The Wild & Wonderful Whites of West Virginia meets every episode of Maury meets the Gummi Bears meets the end of civilization.

Honey Boo Boo Chile introduces us to her 12-year-old sister Pumpkin, her 17-year-old knocked up sister Chickadee, her 15-year-old sister Chubbs, her 32-year-old mama and her 40-year-old daddy Sugar Bear. I would let out a bald eagle tear over Mama June being a grandma at 32, but I'm too mesmerized at the fact that her layers of saggy chins are only a few inches away from becoming one with her fupa.

Even with the subtitles, I don't know wtf they're saying. But I may piss myself tonight.

maybelline baby lips: yuck.

After weeks of searching I found a store that had the Maybelline Baby Lips flavor I wanted. I didn't want any of the tinted balms because I like my lip balms clear. I have lip gloss to add color. The two plain flavors were Peppermint and Quenched. I wanted to find Quenched and trust me, I looked everywhere for it. Finally, I bought the last one at the Target on Route 22 in Union. I was so excited I ripped off the wrapping and immediately tried it out. If anyone has tried Nivea lip balm, I can compare it to that initially. Not as thick, has a greasier feel. Not greasy bad, just when I think of lip balm, I want it to stay. Greasier balms tend to wipe off and in this case that's just what happened. I loved the smell, taste, etc. but after a couple days of using this product I noticed a few things. One, I had to reapply A LOT. If I chewed gum, it was gone. If I had a snack, it was gone. So that was a little annoying, but then I noticed something worse. MY LIPS. In the warmer months, I barely use lip balm, but I always keep in on me. My lips were becoming as chapped as if it were the middle of winter. It was like the more applied the stuff, the worse my lips actually got. And what's really irritating is that this is supposed to be an 8 hour product. Try 8 minutes. Needless to say I know that a lot of people are raving about this product, but I will not be one of them. I'm going back to my Burt's Bees balm so I can repair the damage this has done. It's such a shame, I get so upset when a product isn't what it says it's going to be.

PUNCH BULLY: just another COVER band ?

Made up of David Artiaga - Lead Vocals, Dave Cecconi - Guitar/Vocals, Josh Starner - Bass, Fausto Artiaga - Drums/Vocals, and Sami Eldebs - Guitar/Vocals Punch Bully is a dynamic cover band that has been rocking the NJ music since 2010. With their ability to deliver such high energy shows, a crazy set list, and their non-stop desire to make the next gig their greatest, it is no surprise Punch Bully has become one of NJ's most sought after cover bands. The word is spreading quickly that these guys will bring the party every single time they show up. The bars are always crowded and their following has continued to grow and prove this band is the real deal. Punch bully is a five piece band containing professional, talented musicians who love what they do. This is a great combination of musical talents who are extremely energetic and have played in all sorts of venues to all sorts of crowds.

I attribute their growing popularity by breaking away from the ordinary and using certain ‘X’ factors to separate them from others as a cover band. Their secret weapon is a vocalist/front man David Artiaga who is exceptional at reading crowds and playing to their strengths in order to lock them into the party and hold them until the last song ends. With their willingness to cater to all types of crowds and music; Punch Bully has created a completely outrageous set list which includes Rock, Dance, Rap, Pop, audience participation and yes, even some Oldies.

You just don’t see many bands go from rap to rock to oldies in a single set. These boys give it all they've got every time they hit the stage, and they only know one way to do it, FLAT OUT! The crowds are always crazy, and this band will keep you coming back again and again! Simply said, you can’t stand still!

Band Info:

Visit the bands web site at http://www.reverbnation.com/punchbully for the latest information, photos, and shows.

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/PunchBully 

Twitter @punchbully

fashionistas come in all shapes and sizes

Thank you to Pinterest for making me obsessed with this one look that I can't have. So I am bringing it to you, awesome followers. I don't care what the trend is or what anyone says the spring/summer look is lace skirts. I don't care what color it is. I want you to have them all !

    

  

  




And not just lace skirts, I'm also loving sequined skirts too !


  


   

  




And if you're not following me on Pinterest, well you should do that too http://pinterest.com/accordingtovera/

vera! vera! vera! by MAC

Quick, before these beauties fly away…



MAC’s back with another inspired limited edition launch – Vera. This collection is based on the work of fabric and textile designer Vera Neumann. The American artist (who died at 86 in 1993) was known for brightly coloredlinens and scarves which were all signed “Vera” and featured her signature ladybug. Marilyn Monroe was said to be a fan; I think I would have been too.

But I’m going to keep the pontificating to a minimum and let the pics speak for themselves.



There’s that signature ladybug, debossed in a Pearlmatte Face Powders. That’s Sunday Afternoon, three shades of cool pinks (and a thin silver overspray accent) that when applied are a silvery pink. Adorable design, sweet color.



The stunner above is Butterfly Party, one of three Crushed Metallic Pigment Sets. And this 4 piece set has my head spinning with love. I mean, look at these colors!





Moss Garden is silvery slate green, with a chunky, glittery consistency.



Rain Drop is a bright teal with a hint of a golden sheen.



Desert Cloud is a beautiful metallic violet that has an electric sort of shimmer in the same shade. Really, it looks like it’s lit up! It’s on the glittery side too.



The namesake, Butterfly Party, is a red based purple with a lavender shimmer.

Now, I’d be lying if I said the Crushed Pigments were a breeze to apply. But I do think they’re worth the work. They have a chunky texture (like crushed gemstones) and a slightly wet feeling to them, which makes them less messy than loose pigments.

But they need to be either pressed into the skin or broken up first to apply. A simple swipe with a brush isn’t going to cut it. I actually like to break them up on the back of my hand with a brush and apply them from there. And you know, fingers also work pretty good with these.



The other pigment set i got a look at is Aloha, a coppery bunch that the warm-toned gang are going to love. This set has a noticeably finer consistency, as opposed to Butterfly Party.



Shifting Sands is a metallic nude pink.



Aloha is brown with a peachy hue to it. My notes say “buttery brown, yum!” Guess I liked it (or I was hungry).



Campfire is a copper with really beautiful dense pigment.



Lantern Light is all kinds of fabulous. In the pot it looks dark coppery orange, but when you put it on it’s this gorgeous golden peach. I was mesmerized by it!



I got to take a look at one of the two Nail Lacquers; Play Day. It’s a creamy apricot shade (MAC calls it milky coral, but this didn’t read as coral to me). It took three coats for me to get rid of most of the streaks, and they were still even there a bit.

Fashion Fanatic & On a Holiday

I’ve always been a Plushglass fan. I love their tingle. I dig the odd scent they have that I can’t quite place (they don’t smell like lipglass). So I’m always up for a new one. That’s On a Holiday on the left. Check out that iridescent violet micro glitter! It’s a bright-ish medium pink that applies sheer, but that glitter catches the light in really fun ways.

I also got a look at Fashion Fanatic, a light milky pink with silvery white shimmer.

from top: Lord It Up, Undercurrent, Black Swan

And boy, do I love me some Pearlglide Intense Liners! Buttery soft, they glide on like a dream and stay on until you take them off. It’s no coincidence that I already own two in this launch (Black Line and Undercurrent). They’ve got great pigment and are loaded with a pearl finish.

Lord It Up is a medium brown with gold pearl. It’s really similar to Teddy (which I go through like candy). Teddy has more of a bronze sheen though, and this is gold. Undercurrent is an intense teal with gold pearl. Black Swan is a deep charcoal with silvery charcoal pearl.

I love it ! Plus i mean i'm VERA the makeup is VERA perfect !

#doomsday are you ready ?

where’s your survival emergency kit? do you even have one? do you think you’re ready an emergency? i know i’m not!

& unfortunately, none of us really know when disaster is going to strike! i don’t know about you, but i want to be prepared… you know what they say “better safe than sorry.”

i found an interesting article about  “the power of 3.” basically it’s an emergency preparedness plan that focuses on the first 3 minutes, the first 3 hours, the first 3 days, the first 3 months, and even the first year after a disaster.

basically, it’s a baby steps approach to emergency preparedness. perfect for someone like me!

so, if you aren’t fully prepared for an emergency, i encourage you gather your own supplies, & together we can become “ready.” survival emergency kit {the first 3 hours}

* battery operated or solar powered am/fm emergency radio (with extra batteries)

* first-aid kit with adequate supplies, medications & personal need for each family member

* gas, water & electronic meter shut-off tools (secured to meters if possible)

* search & rescue equipment, such as: leveraging tools, rope, face masks, lantern/ flash light, loud whistle, duct tape, fire extinguisher

* “GO” binder (or small expandable file) that contains names, addresses, phone numbers & map for local/ out-of-state contacts & rendezvous locations. you should also include important document for each family member, such as: general family information (social security cards, passports, birth certificates, insurance cards, or proof of insurance, all insurance policy numbers, bank account numbers & vehicle ID numbers), spare keys, etc.

see… what did i tell you? pretty painless eh? you probably have most of these supplies already laying around your house. all you had to do, was gather them all together, so when an emergency strikes, you don’t have to go searching for them. now, when disaster strikes, you’ll be prepared for those first 3 minutes & the first 3 hours.

if you have ALLERGIES read this. seriously.

For those of you who dread seeing those first spring blooms because of seasonal allergies, there may be some relief in sight local honey. Local honey is believed to prevent the symptoms of seasonal allergies, also known as hay fever. Drinking local honey may work much like an allergy shot in that it exposes you to small amounts of allergens to help your body build immunity to the allergens. When bees pollinate to make honey, they bring back allergens from the flowers, trees, and other plants. This leaves small traces of those allergens in their honey. Just like the doctor gives you small amounts of allergens when he or she gives you an allergy shot.

It is best to find raw honey that is as close to home as possible because it is far more likely to contain the same allergens that you are exposed to on a daily basis. You should also start drinking the honey in very small doses, just in case of an allergic reaction to the pollen that is in the raw honey. Gradually work your way up to about two teaspoons a day. This regimen should begin several months before the onset of allergy season. The honey should be raw, unpasteurized, and unheated for best results.

There are many other health benefits to drinking raw honey. It has been proven that raw honey has many antibiotic properties. For years, people have consumed it for nausea and gastritis. It is also known to prevent the formation of ulcers, and certain kinds of cancer. So, as you can see, trying raw local honey to treat your allergies certainly would not hurt, in fact, it could help you with a number of other ailments. The best part, there are virtually no side effects, unless you are allergic.

To find the most local honey, you may contact a local bee keeper or go to the next farmers market. Try to get the local honey that is closest to home. Immunizing yourself to allergens that you are never exposed to carries no benefits. It is also recommended that you don’t plant any plants that you know you are allergic to. To build immunity, you must be exposed in small doses. Large doses of allergens will only increase your likelihood of developing worse allergies to them. 

Here is a list of local beekeepers http://www.njbeekeepers.org/BeeProducts.htm ! 

a midget ninja aka MINJA

Look, it's a phobia, alright? It's not like I'm being racist -- midgets aren't a race! And I'm not prejudiced -- I don't think that we're inherently BETTER than midgets, I'm just SHIT FUCKING SCARED of them! I was attacked by them scared the SHIT out of me. It's just that they're so small and stuff, and I'm pretty sure that they're kind of hateful (I mean, seriously, wouldn't YOU be, if you were a midget?), and my REAL fear is that I won't see one coming and he'll pull a shiv and stick me and steal my money. Yes, I FEAR MIDGETS! 

Now look, before I get flamed by the Midget Anti-Defamation League or the Friends of Dwarfs Society (and yes, I do realize that there's a difference between the two), I have to say that this is a LEGITIMATE MENTAL CONDITION. It's called (believe it or not) Lollypopguildophobia, or, more scientifically, Achondroplasiaphobia. Yes, I have achondrowhateverthefuckophobia.

Fucking midgets.

But hey, according to phobia-fear-release.com, a super-highly-advanced-ultimate-scientific website: "Midgets are dwarf people who have a sort of deformed stature and they look unusual and at times even frightening. Thus, when they stand before you, they make you feel awkward and at times uncomfortable – this is what this phobia all about is.

Symptoms:

Lollypopguildophobia/Achondroplasiaphobia is accompanied by several symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, feeling of sickness, vigorous palpitation of the heart, a fear that you may become mad or lose control, a sort of inability to utter words or think clearly. Other symptoms are occasional shaking, mouth becoming dry, lack of breath, a full blown anxiety attack and extreme perspiration.

Do not ever think that you are the only one having this phobia. Over 200,000 Americans suffer from this condition. There are lots of unspoken sufferers who know that they are afraid of the dwarfs but they do not want to confess their "condition"

So there you go. The word of SCIENTISTS. EXPERTS. And I agree with all the faulty findings and terrible grammar, except that I here confess my condition, because I no longer want to be a silent sufferer. I am tired of my extreme perspiration and fear that I might become mad when I think of midgets! Oh thank god, I feel so much better.

Thanks for listening.

the big mother f*cker welfare rant.

This one is going to be a doozy, so please read the entire post before writing me a 10 page comment about your life story and how much of an asshole I am. If you still wish to write me a 10 page comment on how society forced you to get knocked up while on welfare, then I’ll give you a story how society FORCED ME to use rough 2-ply toilet paper to wipe my ass instead of the good soft stuff.

Oh, and for the record, “welfare” here means full blown don’t-have-to-work-all-inclusive aid. I’m not going to pick apart food-stamps but not free-housing or check, etc. I say government ticket, I mean the entire government ticket.

This is how I see the welfare system working:

Girl “falls in love” at the ripe age of 16, and through the magic of laziness, hormones, stupidity, and complete irresponsibility allows herself to get pregnant by some loser. The loser, taking parenting advice from rap stars and TV idols, leaves that bitch and moves on (“hey, don’t hate the playa, hate the game”). The mother, now single and with child, goes on the system to get assistance until she can finish school and get a job. At which point she gets off of the system and pulls herself up by her bootstraps and becomes a model mother and a productive member of society.

That above I have no problem paying for. Hell, believe it or not, that’s what the system was intended for! However this is what mostly will happen:

Girl above, when her child is 2 years old, finds another douchebag reject and through the magic of not-fucking-learning-the-first-time gets pregnant AGAIN. Repeat about 4 more times. Kids run out of control and tear my shelves apart, and she bitches at me because the Septra suspension for kid #5 is grape flavored and not cherry.

Let it be known herein and throughout the tubes of the Internet. If you are already on welfare, and you get pregnant again (ie: you already are established on the system and you spread your legs and accept seed again), you are the most irresponsible, stupid, waste of human skin on the planet. You are nothing more than a receptacle for some dude to keep his sausage warm and serve no use to us other than to leech away our money like a tick on the ass-end of society. Go and make porn flicks because your only mental and physical skill in life involves your mouth and between your legs.

It blows my mind how absolutely stupid someone can be to be on welfare (you know, implied that you cannot take care of yourself so the state has to take care of you) and bring another child into this world. Getting pregnant once is a freebie in my book, shit happens (though barely now that Plan-B is OTC). The second time however is 100% you’re-a-fucking-moron. The third one on is what-the-fuck-were-you-thinking (oh, you werent). Birth control is FREE! It just takes a bit of effort (ie: getting off of your ass) to get! Have they gotten the memo that welfare is not intended for living off of for your entire life? Did it ever occur to them that if the welfare system suddenly says “Uh, no more money for checks, so sorry!” they are completely and utterly fucked? Ugh, so retarded and so stupid.

Lets compare 2 irresponsible acts:
Spending your check on spinning rims instead of job-interview clothes: IRRESPONSIBLE
Bringing another human-being into this world when you are 100% reliant on the state to wipe your ass currently: REALLY-FUCKING-IRRESPONSIBLE

Usually if you cannot afford something; car, boat, whatever; it gets repo’d. YOU CANNOT DO THAT WITH A CHILD! Pregnancy isn’t some magical unknown event that just “happens”. Its as preventable as avoiding getting your car stolen by LOCKING IT, or avoiding wrecking your car by NOT RUNNING INTO WALLS. Which means that the only way these career welfare mothers are getting pregnant is out of sheer laziness and stupidity. Surprise surprise! Close your legs until you can afford to open them!

My solution, and one offered by other readers on here, is every 3 months, when you get your welfare paperwork reevaluated, you get a shot of Depot Provera. I don’t give a rats ass about side-effects, these people are already on the downward slide, so we’re doing damage control now. You want your check, you get your depot shot. You don’t want your birth control shot? Then I guess you get no check! The state pays for your life, the state gets to make the rules. In “real life” if my boss asks me to clean the toilets, then I clean the toilets. Know why? Because my job pays for my life, so my job gets to make the rules. I realize that the “job” part is a foreign concept, but just trust me on this one.

I know I’m going to get at least one comment by some idiot saying that “reproduction is a right”. Well, to them I say “Leave your gated community in your $60k SUV once in a while and open your fucking eyes. If they have a right to reproduce like fucking rabbits, then I have a right to not pay a fucking dime towards the product of their irresponsibility.” Seriously! Fuck and reproduce all you want, but don’t come to Uncle Sam asking for a double fist of government cheese.

So, I challenge you all to give me ONE DECENT point that refutes my belief that the woman who is on welfare and gets pregnant yet again is the most irresponsible person on the planet.