Posted by: rdy4ever | November 29, 2010

He was a crook.

This one is a fucking classic. It needs no description what-so-ever. Even if you don’t give a crap on history (like me), this manifest signed by Hunter S Thompson might’ve had crossed your ears at least in the form of Paul Oakenfold’s track called “Nixon’s spirit”.
Anyway, here’s a fragment of this manifest, suggestively entitled “He was a crook”:

Nixon’s spirit will be with us for the rest of our lives–whether you’re me or Bill Clinton or you or Kurt Cobain or Bishop Tutu or Keith Richards or Amy Fisher or Boris Yeltsin’s daughter or your fiancee’s 16-year-old beer-drunk brother with his braided goatee and his whole life like a thundercloud out in front of him. This is not a generational thing. You don’t even have to know who Richard Nixon was to be a victim of his ugly, Nazi spirit.

He has poisoned our water forever. Nixon will be remembered as a classic case of a smart man shitting in his own nest. But he also shit in our nests, and that was the crime that history will burn on his memory like a brand. By disgracing and degrading the Presidency of the United States, by fleeing the White House like a diseased cur, Richard Nixon broke the heart of the American Dream.

And, here’s the track:

But, if you have the time and will to read the whole fucking thing, you can do that here.

Posted by: rdy4ever | November 20, 2010

Advertising thieves.

Most of the time, commercials suck. Bad an worn ideas, pathetic Christmas spots, failed attempts to make a viral. But, from time to time, good and catchy commercials surface from deep and dark corners of some wacky advertisers. As soon as that happens, small advertising companies all around the Globe get “sudden inspiration” and start copying the same idea until it gets worn and boring.

Not so long ago, while doing my systematic channel surfing in my pointless attempt to find something worth watching, I stumbled upon some new commercial that seem, at least at the time, original and catchy. It promoted some sort of E-infested post-communism croissant, called 7 days. The spot was called “7 days in 60 seconds”. Here is the spot:

But than… guess what? A few days ago I was watching a movie from 2002, called “The rules of attraction”. Generally speaking, the movie is OK, worth watching. But, somewhere in this movie, there is a scene. It presents a summary of one of the characters European vacation. And I was thinking… why the fuck this seems so familiar to me? And than it struck me… it was the extended version of that fucking commercial. Due to the fact that fagot fucks use to disable incorporation of their YT videos, I had to upload it to my own channel. Here it is:

Counting this was a 2002 movie, it’s obvious where did the fucks who created the 7 days spot got that “sudden inspiration” I was talking about earlier.
But the most fucked-up thing is how many people consider that commercial “original”, all around the www forums and shit. Wake up fuckers! There’s no such thing as originality in advertising. We’ve been around for too long. And we think like sheep.

Posted by: rdy4ever | November 7, 2010


Tough or sensitive, optimistic or pessimistic. Psychedelic, psychotic, hopeful or hopeless. Whatever we are, we all share one thing: we all have our dread.
Maybe you’re afraid of spiders. Bugs, rats or snakes could make you scream. Maybe you’re afraid of confined spaces. Or worse, lost in the opened. It could be fire. Or – water. Clowns could scare the shit out of you. Or – fucking mimes. Perhaps you never take the elevator. Or maybe you’ll never step on a bridge. So, you may be afraid of the dark. Or – sunlight. Whatever it is, your dread could hunt you till the day you die. Or even beyond.
Some say the only way to cure your dread is to confront it. Some say it worked. Some say it made things even worse. Some say just not to mess with it.
You know, dreads are just products of our imagination. They exist just because we feed them with fear. Let them starve and they’ll fade away. That’s theory, but, in practice, things tend to get a lot more fucked up. Because there’s no room for theory in the irrational…

Pride. Greed. Envy. Wrath. Lust. Gluttony. Sloth. According to some dead deushbag, this are the seven capital sins. Long story short – if you commit even one of them, you’re going to hell. Now, my math ain’t that great but I figure 98% of the human race is already on devil’s boarding list. So, because of some frustrated idiot (Pope St. Gregory the Great), we’re all going to hell. Furthermore, in this conditions I reckon Heaven will soon be forced to close its gates and declare bankruptcy.
Now, if we are all actually going to hell because of Rolls Royce, George Washington, Jessica Alba, Jack Daniels, Jim Beam and slothy weekends, why would we stop here? I mean we still got 10 more fucking commandments to brake. I’m starting with my neighbor’s wife. You should do that bank you owe money to. And you, over there behind the keyboard… yeah, you – I’ve got 3 people I wouldn’t mind if they were found dead.
So I already know I’m going to hell. But at least I know where I’m going. How about you?

Posted by: rdy4ever | February 11, 2010

Fucking neighbors

Either I’m going crazy, either I’m starting to hate my neighbors. or just a bit of both. Don’t get me wrong: they’re just selfish rudish stealish motherfuckers.  And besides that – they exist.
Winter. Oh, yes, winter. Parking spots: none, unless you dig one yourself.  And after you do that, after breaking your back shoveling like crazy out in the cold, after all that trouble, after all, what do you find when you come back from work? Your fucking neighbor on your so hardly worked (paid!!) parking spot. Not the hole neighbor, just his motherfucking car.   And will he come out when you start blowing the horn like a nut-case? No. He just stays behind his curtains, watching your desperate search for another legible hole in the snow, than digging for another 3 hours, and finally realizing that the fucking hole ain’t big enough.
But today will be different. You just wait behind your curtains…

Posted by: rdy4ever | December 28, 2009

Expect nothing.

How many times have you been disappointed? How many times have you felt deceived? How many people that meant the world to you eventually let you down?

You know what? All that shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have ever felt disappointed, deceived or hurt. The fact that you actually did is only your fault. Fucking irony, huh?

You now probably wondering how come. How come you carry the fault for something that someone else did to you? Or for something that out of nowhere happened to you?
I mean how the fuck could it be your fault? What have you done to deserve that?
Nothing. And still you did. You… expected. Expected more than you should have. You expected not to be disappointed, deceived or hurt. You put your expectations to high. You expected good things to happen.  You… hoped.  Big fucking mistake.

So, take this advice: expect nothing. If something good happens, great. If not, than your expectation actually matched reality. So why being sad?

Posted by: rdy4ever | December 19, 2009

Fuck Winter

I remember the time when I was a little kid. I remember counting down the days till Christmas. I remember being sad for not snowing. I remember being so happy at the first snow. This was then…

…and now? I remember yesterday swearing as usual. The reason? Snow. To fucking much of it. And all in the wrong god dammed place. A 20 minute road to work turned in a 2 hours nightmare.  Angry people in their little 4 wheeled metal cans, summer tires in the wrong season, useless winter tires on the wrong fucking car. If you take a moment to analyze it’s quite funny. How pathetic are we, in our technological prides, fighting our way through  nature most basic creation. And losing kneed down.

And than I wonder… what happened? What happened from point A (childhood) to point B (now)? How come the thing that used to make me so happy back then gets to make me so angry now?
Growing up. Now that we aged we need money to survive. To make money we need to work. To work we need to travel . And how do we do that? Using the roads, of course. And how are we supposed to enjoy snow when the fucker blocks our only method of survival?

So winter,
I used to love you. Now I hate you.
So fuck you for making me hate.

Posted by: rdy4ever | November 17, 2009

See you on the other side

What people tend to ignore sometimes gets to define them. What people tend to forget sometimes gets to haunt them. What sometimes people choose to let go tends never to come back.

How many times have you said to someone that you never want to see him/her again? How many times did you actually mean it? But what if your anger made wish would strangely come true and, seeing that someone even just for one last time  would be actually impossible? How would that make you fell, knowing it’s all gone?

Sad? Frustrated? Guilty?

Because life, my friend, among others, is so fragile that can end in a blink of an eye. Now you’re here – now you’re not. And guilt, well …guilt. Guilt is a feeling that can be very hard to bare, when it’s eternal. Things left unsaid forever can haunt you in a way a ghost could never even dare. And the only thing that you can hope is that you’ll have another chance to see that person. But this meeting will have to wait for a long time. Or, at least until you’ll reach the other side. And that’s just an one way ticket trip.

Posted by: rdy4ever | November 11, 2009

A matter of life and death

Life is what happens while we’re busy making other plans.

It can be good or bad. It can be sweet or bitter. It can last to much or end in a flash of an eye. It’s what we call life. A phenomenon that by it’s greatness makes all other things look microscopic.

...we let life fly by us

Mayflies. One fucked up enigma life has to offer. The lifespan of an adult mayfly can vary from just 30 minutes to one day depending on the species. 30 minutes in our eyes, a lifetime in theirs. So than, what the fuck is life, after all?

Life is probably one of the most fragile things that we own. Today you may be alive and walking, tomorrow – dead, buried and hopefully – not walking.

But than, how come we let life pass by us so easy? How come we seem to care so little about time passing by while we stay there doing nothing?  Traffic, supermarket lines, post office lines, doctor lines, lines, lines and… lines. We always seem to wait for something; and while we’re busy doing that, life just flies by.

Posted by: rdy4ever | November 9, 2009

Love. Or another way to call stupidity.

What is love? Have you ever experienced love? You think you like love? You think you know love? Bullshit.

Love. Some would say it’s the opposite of hate. Some would say it’s the deepest thing ever felt. Some would say it’s just beautiful. All wrong.
The truth is no one knows exactly what love is.


Two people that like each other.  To people attracted to each other.  Two people spending more time together than usual. Two people fucking.

That’s it. Is that love? Fuck no.

…Than what is it? Why people need to be involved with someone? Why do we need another’s company?
Well, it seems  we’re social creatures. We need someone near us to feel good. To feel safe. We want to provide safe. We need to care about someone. We need something, but we have no fucking clue exactly what.

So then, we invented love. Because if we think we’re in love, all the crazy shit we pull out of pure jealousy, out of selfishness or just out of stupidity won’t seam so crazy anymore. Would be just facts done out of love. “He killed her because he loved her to much and could’n bare the thought of her being with someone else.” How many times you heard that?   Of course, he’ll still do jail and he’ll still be sodomized by his cell mates. But, in his psychotic mind, he’ll have an excuse for what he did. Love.  Ain’t that just fucked up?

Actually, love is self suggestion. We think we’re in love. Endorphins are released from our brain and we feel… well, good. So, one thing is right – it is chemistry after all. We keep saying to ourself  – “I’m in love. I’m in love”. And, when the time comes we say it out loud: “I love you.” And we expect to hear the same thing. If we don’t – we’re devastated. Fucking wierd, huh?

So, I’m sure I won’t convince all of you I’m right. Fuck, I couldn’t even convince myself I’m right. That’s one of the reasons I drink. The other one would be I don’t trust sleeping pills.

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