The title has nothing really to do with anything. I just hoped it attracted those ready to attack me with their Christ-like crosses fashioned into Swords of Delusion whilst wrapped in the Star-Spangled Banner.

Oh...I guess that's why people say I'm "cynical".

Never really understood the word. Too "big" for little ol' me, I guess. Man I shoulda voted for Palin.

I decided at 1 in the morning to post some useless gripes for the simple fact that I'm bored and haven't yet decided to continue ruining Europe's shit with West Ham in FIFA '09. So, onward...

1. If you delete your blog because your nonsensical bullshit yielded responses that don't reflect your own, then you're an idiot. You're also a coward. Not a "sheep" or anything clever, just a coward. Gutless, spineless cowards who bow in blind faith and support of false icons like Jesus and FOX News.

Oh, and if you're a big Obama fan or believe unequivocally in the idea of 9/11 conspiracies, you're not off the hook either. It's clowns like you who point the finger of righteousness and make those of us not swayed by either form of obedient thinking look like the same kind of dipshit liberals you are.

Anyway, back to you cowards. here's what is fact: You live in fear. You, your religion and your politics are FEAR-based. Everything you do in your daily life; how you raise your family, how you react to society around you, is structured and designed by the false prophets in robes and ties you worship.

This country is in chaos? I agree, but it sure as shit isn't the fault of homosexuality or a half-Negro president. Get your sorry head out of your inflated ass and look around you. Instead of the nasty habits you have in letting Bill O'Reilly and your local pedarast preacher lead your life for you, pick up the nasty habit of thinking for your god damn self for once in your fucking life.

2. Manchester United are a bunch of overhyped fucktards and today proved it. You were completely shutdown for the entire game--minus the first 9 minutes where you accomplished absolutely nothing but looked flashy doing it--and proved only one very important thing: Your best players aren't given credit more often than not as being your best players. Vidic, Giggs >>> The R&R Cockfest. Messi has been and always will be the Player of The Year for the 07/08 campaign, not Ronaldo's sorry ass. Oh, and get Rooney the FUCK off of the National team. For all of Capello's tough talk he still let's that bloated gerbal ugly up the attack for The Three Lions. Fucking stop it you got damn guido.

Oh, my favorite part of the match? Aside from allowing the tiniest man in football to score a fade-away HEADER into a guarded net, it was watching that Portuguese fancypants nearly burst into tears everytime his weak shit didn't make a dent in Barca's defense. Player of The Year my ass. BARCELONA 2009 CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE. It was sweet.

3. I've about had it with hearing the UFC commentating team of Doesn't-Know-Shit and his buddy I'm-High-Right-Now reduced to regurgitating the same tired line after any fighter picks up a loss in the cage: "Go back to the drawing board".

I can actually envision a recently KO'd fighter sitting at a drafting table with a t-ruler and Da Vinci-style graphs of the human body, carefully calculating exact angles of punches and kicks and mathematically tweaking his fight game like he's about to add a fucking breakfast nook to his house.

You know who can't actually "go back to the drawing board"? People who use fucking drawing boards. You can't build a giant skyscraper, then due to your shitty drafts and planning, it topples to the ground, slaughtering thousands of people inside, and go, "Well, I guess I'm gonna go back to the drawing board". Seriously, fuck drawing boards. Know what I draw on? A "table". It's like a drawing board, only about $1,000 cheaper.

So, fuck you, fuck Manchester United and fuck drawing boards.

Oh, and vaulted ceilings.

Not that I don't think it's fantastic you're selling a house exactly like the one down the street for $20,000 more. You mean I get a painfully useless high ceiling--useless unless you're Clark Griswold, I suppose--AND the added bonus of an inflated heating bill to conver all that warm, unused air? Well sign me right the fuck up.

I hate people.