Heads ain't ready.

Well, I’m done. Not quite “done” done because if I were truly done I’d be quitting the job I hate and on a freighter ship to Norway or Myanmar or the Horn of Capricornia or some other obscure destination but I’m close to done. I’ve been arguing a lot dear readers, arguing on the Internet like a god-damned fool. Telling myself it’s ok because I work on the Internet so much, that I need an outlet, that I need some kind of Interaction and intellectual stimulation to keep me going, but I can’t stomach one more fucking comment, one more idiot’s spat. And I know damn well, and always have, that every excuse I come up with to justify this pure retardation is complete and utter bullshit.  I’ve been arguing about vaccination, arguing about whale evolution, arguing about sexism, racism, xenophobia, arachnophobia, homosexuality, the Arab-Israeli conflict, the ethics of cloning, nanotechnology, PC vs. Mac, atonal composition, standup comedians, U.S hegemony, the Cold War, Vietnam, Korea, modern North Korea, Obama, Ron Paul, Dj’ing with vinyl verses on computers, hardcore, Emo, straight edge, metal, anime, horror movies, bum fights, whether pit bulls are inherently violent or not, transgendered people, whether or not we should give two shits about indigenous people who want to live in the jungle in the 21^st century (I don’t really think we should, so sue me), calisthenics verses weights, high reps verses heavy weight and low reps, dumbbells verses kettle-bells, raw foods,  the virtue of eating 6 meals a day, the FACT that homeopathy is total fucking bullshit, (if you don’t realize this wake the fuck up please), vegetarianism verses meat eating, atheism, anti-theism, what a steaming pile of shit ALL the desert monotheisms are, polytheism, autism, pollution, journalism, which dog is more cute, a pug or Boston Terrier, hip hop, fashion, breakdancing, tits, asses, porn, travel, whether or not rape is always about power, Justin Bieber’s freestyle rap skills, the possibility of both time travel and alien visitations to earth, sports, lube, Tibetan Buddhism, nuclear weapons, how moronic believing in “The Illuminati” is and how utterly beyond moronic thinking they go out of their way to kill pop stars is, twerking, Star Wars, materialism. Need I go on? But I’m done; I’m funneling all this energy into this blog for now. Brace yourself for the literary onslaught, the prose-pillaging, the virtual brain-violation you have unwittingly stumbled upon or have been tricked into exposing yourself to. Ladies and gentleman, I give you, Slugfest with Destiny.