I go on psychotic rants about random shit on a regular basis. A lot of times these rants revolve around selfish people who think that they are way more important than they actually are. Naturally I decided to post these rants in a blog for everyone to see because I think that I am way more important than I actually am. Expect low brow commentary on any and everything with a liberal use of the word douchebag. And lots of commas. Lots and lots of commas.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Someone has to be blamed for all these fat kids

But it is not Ronald Mc-fucking-Donald. Corporate Accountability Intl. (heretofore known as those fucking ass holes with too much time on their hands) are calling on McDonald's to retire their scary ass mascot after 47 years because he is fueling childhood obesity.

I'm not a fan of clowns. They scare me. And any adult who puts on make-up and prances around in brightly colored clothes with giant shoes should be sent away. (No, I don't know where. Nor do I care. Just away. At least from me.) But I have plenty of hate to go around and clowns are way down on my list of things to get pissed off about. What's near the top? Why, I'm glad you asked. Right up there at the top are hyper-sensitive douchebags who will blame anyone or anything for any-fucking-thing. The type of people who have no personal accountability. The type who assume that if there is something wrong with them then someone else is at fault. "Oh, I had to have triple bypass surgery? Must be Hatfields fault for producing the bacon I ate a pound a day of for 20 years." "My lung cancer? Oh, that's Philip Morris' fault for manufacturing cigarettes that I couldn't stop smoking." "Yeah, I slipped and hurt myself. It wasn't because I was a clumsy jackass though, it was because the person's house I was at had been an ass hole and washed the floors before I got there." Get the point?

Those fucking ass holes with too much time on theirs hands would fall into that category. Ronald McDonald does not cause childhood obesity. I have literally never in my life heard a child tell their parent that they wanted to go to McDonalds for the clown. The fries? Yup. The Happy Meal? You betcha. That painted faced monster? Fuck-ing never. Unless their piece of shit parent who is too lazy to make them a dinner or too much of a push over to make them stop playing MLB 2010 and go outside and play it for real, is dressed up like Ronald then it is not the clown's fault. It is those lazy unaccountable parents who can't raise their kids for shit and probably shouldn't have been allowed to have them in the first place.

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