Which White People?

Which white people, black people?

I just watched a show that black people are still being used by white people. Funny those black voices  are rich and famous and still blame the white guy for using them. 

The Shop by Lebron features opinions I can see on any cable news channel. There is nothing new here folks. Just more rhetoric from more rich people talking about what they see in America behind their gated community, private jets and limos.

The black 1% speaking out against the white 1% does not involve me, so please stop saying white people and start saying the white 1% or the white 10%, because the rest of us fools,  of all different color and cultures are not part of this conversation.

I get there is racism still, but racism is no longer just about black and white. 

Fuck, I ;just got called by a recruiter for a job as a marketing director for a guy that came from the middle east, making a killing shafting the American elderly on solar panels.

Do you not think he is racist toward Americans and finds it OK to saddle them with $16,000 in debt for sub-par solar panels from China?

Racism is no longer just about color. Perhaps, I am looking for a different word here. Bigotry, is that better?

What does it matter the semantics we use to say it is OK to abuse, use and oppress anyone of any race, culture, color, age, ethnicity, sexual orientation, etc.... yes, I get I am redundant on a few of these.

Fuck you.

When you speak of white people, please leave out the Blonde. 

I do not have any power or money to use anyone of any sort.

So fuck you rich, famous black people calling out ALL white people.

The Blonde is calling you out for being just as ignorant as the rich white guy now.

BRAVO OBAMA, THERE IS CHANGE. 

#2019 assholes!

We made it through another year.

I find it funny, that I survived the past year without the help of yet another self help book.

Have you read "The Subtle Art of not Giving a Fuck"?

\Yeah, well, I read it and can tell you, it is full of old shit that is not news to anyone.

He is clever with prose, I will give Manson that, but his stories are not quite accurate and more to the point of being bullshit he concocted to fit his agenda.

The hippie Suzuki? Really?

The musicians dumped before a record deal> Did he talk to those fuckers?

Dude, love the writing. You are a brilliant storyteller, but a self-help guru? NOT!! AT FUCKING ALL!

For those of us already self-aware, we flip through the mundane and over y used shit.


You can read his shit at markmanson.com...OOP, sorry, the sad fucker is a .net dude.

And no doubt some will call me out on my critique and assume I am jealous, but that just makes me laugh now that I read the book!

markmanson.net

The Blonde finds all self-help books do one thing...help the author make money, and do nothing but distract and annoy the dumb asses who read it!

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Unhealthy Relationhips

I use to say, sign me up.

But I have learned the hardest thing to do in one's life is to leave the comfort zone.

This means you leave the ground underneath you, you yank the roots which grounded you, and you turn on the people who thought loved you but understand they only had a vested interest in keeping you down.

But if you can stand the fear, the backlash, and loneliness for a bit...than you will have wings to go any where you want.

I will explain more later...but there is more love than you can imagine beyond that comfort zone.

Especially when your comfort zone was some fucked up shit.

Light a Candle

When shit creeps in, light a proverbial candle.

This one is my favorite.



The Blonde says, Amen.

Doc Pothead was right about one thing

Oh fuck, I cant't remember.

I do know, I listened to this after it:



The Blonde lives with regrets every day.

Don't Mind Fuck Me

Never try to date a psychiatrist if you have skeletons in the closet.

I have washed most of my life's history away.

Why do I need someone to try and bring it up again?

I think my Dad agrees with me.

After hanging up with the Hack Doctor, I went to the bathroom and switched the light on.

All 4 bulbs from the chandelier blew.

Not just burned out, but actually blew and popped and sparked.

I got it Daddy, no more guys that mind fuck me.

No more bringing up things in the past that will not help my future.


The Blonde hears you loud and clear!


P.S. Thank you...no dark roads for me any more.

Cuffing? Seriously Match?

I have a love/hate relationship with Match.

Mostly hate Match because of the guys but love Match because of the stories I get to write about the guys.

So thank you.
Still not giving you free ads, biatch.

So this time is purely for enjoyment and stories.

So let's get into it:

Right off the bat, met up with married men who lies like an Aubusson rug at Saks.

Smooth as silk, but lit with a match would have a stench.

This guy was not worth a match, his carpet is made of polyester and he melted under all his lies.


Do I feel sorry for his wife? No, it is not like she is my friend. I could care less.

Will I see this dude again?

The question mark was sarcasm.

But if you are in for some really incredible golf clubs...this guy hand makes them out of a small warehouse here in lil' ole Texas.

I have more stories, like the super-stoned psychiatrist with a successful family mental health practice.

Stay tuned!!

The Blonde is back on Match!

The Interview of Your Life

You got it!

You got that interview that you have worked all your life for.

Your head starts spinning in only one direction....

The presentation.

Not only a presentation, but the presentation that will nail it.

At this moment, you feel like a gambler with the winning hand.

You are placing all bets and calling.

And you have no idea what the other cards are.

At this moment, it is perfect.

Almost, so perfect you don't want the interview, because at this moment life feels too good.

And if that contract does not come through, you lost your life savings on one bet.

Just the fact I got the invited to the table means I did something right in my career.

And I am not leaving the fucking table.

I worked too had to get here.

The Blonde calls!!



Double fist down!

I am posting a lot.

Somethin' is coming....

Calm the fuck down. 

I know what you were thinking! 

Don't get all citizen moron on me and call 911! 

The Blonde is busy with Xmas shit. 

I really hope the gov't figures out how to take guns away from provincial understudies of the world.

Oh, duh...the gov't is mostly made up of provincial understudies. 

The Blonde says, "Yeah we, are fucked"

Date: Have you thought about bigger breasts?

Me: No, have you thought about a bigger dick?

Sincerely,

The Blonde

Do You Kill the Cat Before Christmas? Or wait?

Once upon a time, there was this young tuxedo cat named Lola


She could scale walls and dance on rooftops with very little effort. She took great pride in her fanciful, feline maneuvers.


20 years later ....



The princess of prowling walks across the ledge forgetting her legs don't pirouette like a Bolshoi ballerina any more.


So, on the corner ledge, 3 stories up from the pool. there she sits crying and looking for the screen to magically open up.


Her Mother finds her and ponders leaving her there or calling the fire department.


After a long pause and high pitched mew sounding more urgent than ever, the Mother is rushed to a decision and finds the best course of action is to cut through the window screen and pull in the damsel in distress.


Let it be said....



Lola better be asking Santa Paws for a new 60 x 36 screen with a white aluminum frame, or she will be getting coal in her stocking.



The Blonde is over kitty litter!

Worst Date Ever?

Haa,

Not nearly.


Many dates have wrecked off this Blonde's shore over the past three decades—so many, in fact, that I have built a blog of all the ships that have sailed. So many, that this damsel gets tired of writing about them and comes up with other stories to amuse herself while on this isolated island.

This last one was a psychiatrist with a successful family mental health practice.

His kid is 17, quit school because he does not like it, and Daddy said OK.

Daddy Psychologist is a pot head.  He deals with other people's shit all day, that he has no time to deal with his own kid. His kid is also a pothead. Duh

But I jumped ahead.

We chose a date and time to meet, I called Lyft-because Uber is a dick- and just as I texted him, I am on my way, he asks if we can delay the date because his fucking football game is in over-time.

OK

I get it, this is Texas..I am not a bitch and get the passion. So I say, fuck the restaurant, and will meet you at the bar.

I meet him at the sports bar, and he is loaded to the gills. He had been vaping since 4:20 my friends.

Still cool about the shit, because I wanted to see the Turnpike Troubadours, and it was a sold out show.

I know, fuck you...if you heard the Turnpike Troubadors live, you would put up with a little shit too.



Well, I was cool until Dr. Psych started baa-ing like a sheep really loudly. I think he was trying to shout "YEAH"", but it came out "BAHHH".

At that point, I had to leave.

A shit load of cowboys were looking his way and I didn't need to be in the way.

The Blonde went home with a Lyft.

You are Fundamentally Failing

We all are.

Because we have grown so complacent and used to being selfish, that we can not see the bigger picture.

I realize this seems hypocritical coming from the dark side of the blonde.

But there is a better me. It is just not shown on this blog.

This blog still believes in killing ugly and stupid babies.

But more later, I have another date to crush.

The Blonde is off to slay another heart!

You Must Go

I have had no interaction with Amazon in the past three months, so I must go.

I have not engaged enough on Facebook, so I must go.

Google tells me I have to go...

To where?

I am here, and will remain here.

Do not go quiet into the night, said some author some time ago. I think I will go with his words.

My blog is not on death's door.

I have been quiet because I am following Sun Tzu's rule about doing nothing when you do not know what to do.

In the past, I applied this rule literally but that pushed me back 10 years. Now I use his readings figuratively, and seem to be moving forward.

Of course what do I know?

This blonde has been in limbo so long, most everyone she knows is dead. Which, sadly but fortunately, actually will work out better for me.

Yes, I used adverbs in the end...get over it!

My Cell Phone

I have the same number for over 20 years and never have answered call.

What or why do you think that will change?

My cell is not used a phone.

It is my connect. Send me coordinates to a VIP part'e & I am there.

The Blonde never answers a cell, idiots!

Match.com again

The only thing I can say about Match.com is...

Most men have been on it for years.

The men do not get better looking as they age.

Men get stupid and forget to delete old pics when they were young, and just keep adding, until hot turns into not.

Most men are married.

Many men have anger issues because their wives cheated on them and looking to fuck up a woman with aloof behavior.

I paid for 6 months on a birthday whim.

It was better than cutting off my Goldie locks.

Match.com still sucks...but what the hell, it is just as fun as Netflix. And it is the same price
.
The Blonde is happy to waste time on net dicks!

Finally, A Killer Chick I like!!

Can I replace chicks I hate without killing them?

The Blonde is just wondering...

Boss Ass Kissing Blondie Style

My kid and his troop is up for a Bronze Star after shutting down insurgents, but yeah...

I guess it is cool your 12 year old kid left a stupid note with black magic marker on the white board that no one uses in our office.

The Blonde is not sure, but thinks this is enough ass kissing. 

If not, fucking, kill me!

Fucking Passwords!

I am so sick of using my cell phone to reset passwords.

What fucking bizness is it of your Google to know my cell number?

Track me, sell me like a whore?

Google was always, just another guy that could not fuck the girl they wanted and now they have the power to fuck the girl that still does not want them.

Is the Blonde wrong?

Chobani My Ass its Healthy

It is a thickened yogurt with locust bean gum. Tis shit is no better than ice cream.

Look at the ingredients, the carb count and what extra protein?

And I love not how Chobani can get away with stating locally sourced milk. I am Texas so you rsource is not local to me asshole!!

 And how did this Turk / Persian get the money to buy a small Kraft plant in upstate New York?

I read the rags to riches bullshit stories on this guy, but he is Persian and to me that means still laundering the shit load of money the U.S. left behind.

How do middle eastern immigrants get these loans for companies and yet Americans struggle to find help with theirs?

The Cato Institute has challenged the justification of the federal government in intervening in credit markets.^[25][26] Among other criticisms, Cato argues that "the SBA benefits a relatively tiny number of small businesses at the expense of the vast majority of small business that do not receive government assistance. SBA subsidies also represent a form of corporate welfare for the banking industry." Cato notes that the failure rate of all SBA loans from 2001 to 2010 is 19.4%,^[25] contributing to a cost to taxpayers of $6.2 billion in 2011.^[27]

In 2005, SBA Inspector General Report 5-15 stated, "One of the most important challenges facing the Small Business Administration and the entire Federal government today is that large businesses are receiving small business procurement awards and agencies are receiving credit for these awards."^[28]

In October 2009, the Government Accountability Office released Report 10-108 which stated, "By failing to hold firms accountable, SBA and contracting agencies have sent a message to the contracting community that there is no punishment or consequences for committing fraud."

I call bullshit on Chobani and think their yogurt is a fraud. It is not healthy and dumb-ass Americans need to stop thinking it is better than pure acidophilus  yogurt!

The blonde tires of ignorant dieters!

Sean Rowe

Fuuuuhhhhhh...he is drop your wet panties on the floor amazing!



So says the Blonde!