Sep. 12th, 2008

evile: (Bitchplz)
Imagine you own a small grocery store and there was a kid you used to pay to sweep the sidewalks out front of your store...

One day his dad walks in, a shady character in a shiny suit, who hands you your wallet and tells you that his kid stole your wallet and he's real sorry but the kid or some of his bad friends might try and use your checking account and credit cards.

"But I gotta deal for youse," he continues. "I'm gonna watch your accounts for ya for 2 years, absolutely free. All you gotta do is give me your credit card info."

...

You'd call the cops, right?

Amusingly, or not so amusingly, my mortgage company just tried to run the same scam on me.

www.abc2news.com/mostpopular/story.aspx?content_id=62977609-ada1-44cd-8972-c637dae2b25d

www.ripoffreport.com/reports/0/371/RipOff0371129.htm

Funny how when it's government or big business doing it, it's legal.

Ah well. I filed a complaint with the Better Business Bureau. I don't take kindly to scare tactics, Guido.

so...

Sep. 12th, 2008 12:06 pm
evile: (TX)
As I was walking toward the bus stop yesterday afternoon, I realized that there's a very real chance that Palin will be the first female president in United States history. She doesn't have the experience to do a good job by herself, and her much-touted 'maverick' tendencies indicate she won't evne take the advice of seasoned White House personnel like Shrubby did. So we're kinda fucked if that happens.

And whose fault is it going to be? The Women. Us uppity bitches who nagged and bitched and whined and moaned and picketed and protested and suffered until we got the vote.

Watch it happen.

Only a politician/fratboy/abusive asshole (of which our leadership is all of the above) could give us what we said we wanted and manage to turn it around so that it hurts us badly*.

I know this trick. I know this game. I was in such a relationship in my personal life. Everything I asked for got turned around and used to punish me. I know this trick. It works.

Watch it happen.


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* just one example, from personal experience:

"You ASKED me to come with you to this thing with you, and here I am at this thing with you, [half an hour late, after kicking furniture and yelling at the dog and breaking things because you couldn't find your shoes/wallet/keys, then getting in the car and driving like a maniac and screaming loudly--right in my ear--at the other drivers for being in your way, then proceeding to make me pay your admission because you 'forgot' to have cash, be ugly to the employees at the venue, and bitch about our seats the entire time so that there was no way in hell I'd enjoy the thing I asked you to attend with me.] NOW what the fuck are you complaining about!? It's just a no-win situation with you all the time, isn't it?"
evile: (Walls)
Do You Love Me? (part 2) - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Onward! And Onward! And Onward I go
Where no man before could be bothered to go
Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes
And it's all downhill with a bullet
This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses
And the city streets crack and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle


Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?


There's a man in the theatre with girlish eyes
Who's holding my childhood to ransom
On the screen there's a death,
there's a rustle of cloth
And a sickly voice calling me handsome
There's a man in the theatre with sly girlish eyes
On the screen there's an ape, a gorilla
There's a groan, there's a cough, there's a rustle of cloth
And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla
This is a secret, mauled and mangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle


Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?


The walls in the ceiling are painted in blood
The lights go down, the red curtains come apart
The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle
As the great screen crackled and popped
And the clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped
And my handsome little body oddly propped
And my trousers ride down to my ankles
Yes, onward! And upward!
And I'm off to find love
Do you love me? If you do, I'm thankful


Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?


This city is an ogre squatting by the river
It gives life but it takes it away, my youth
There comes a time when you just cannot deliver
This is a fact. This is a stone cold truth.
Do you love me? I love you, handsome.
But do you love me? Yes, I love you, you are handsome
Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth
Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes
Dreams that roam between truth and untruth
Memories that become monstrous lies
So onward! And Onward! And Onward I go!
Onward! And Upward! And I'm off to find love
With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle


Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?

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