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This whole digg is about how Wisconsin has finally passed a date rape law including alcohol as a possible intoxicant to be used in cases where the chick hasn’t passed out yet, but is still unable to control her thoughts and movements. Some call this progress. I call it crap.

What ever happened to the good ole days where you went out with friends, spotted a hot chick, sent drink after drink her way hoping to get her all liquored up, and hopefully took her back to your car to get some drunk slut lovin’.

Back then, nobody called it rape. It was how young folks mated. Sure, the chick would occasionally catch something, or find herself pregnant by some dude she doesn’t even half know, but I say those problems pale in comparison to the memories she’ll probably cherish for years on end — if she happens to remember any of it.

And what about the millions of dudes who won’t get laid because of crap laws like this. What about those unfortunate blokes? Didn’t think about them, huh, you liberal feminist pig. Didn’t think about the millions of lonely dudes who will have to go back to the sinful practice of choking the chicken. did you? Of course not, because you don’t have testicles. Because if you did, you wouldn’t permit this injustice to continue across America.

We all know, one minute you’re juicing the fruit, next thing, you’re pumping the fruit. We all know that self-manipulation leads to circle-jerking, and circle-jerking leads to male lovin, and male lovin leads to gay marriage. And gay marriage leads to burning in hell. All because you won’t let the young ladies make the liberated choice of getting drunk-stupid and sleeping with a group of my friends — I mean, some friends.

Everyday America sickens me more than it did the day before. All this liberal media and social sinfulness. Maybe we’ll finally come to our senses as a nation and go back to the ways that were tried and true, where young girls got liquored up and had sex they couldn’t remember the next morning, therefore foregoing the trauma that goes with not being a virgin anymore, and getting pregnant and blaming it on on a immaculate conception or something, possibly having a backwatered abortion nobody will ever know about, and dying on the table in sin like she’s supposed to. Have her parents blame her death on a bad cold or something and dump her in a unmarked hole, never to be talked about again. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Now we’ve just passed another law that will continue taking us to a place we won’t be able to come back from.

Makes me wanna vomit.

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Straight Doo-Doo. The Pirates win again!

Yesterday, ThePirateBay.org spokesperson “brokep” informed Slyck.com “we are moving it to another country if necessary.” It appears ThePirateBay.org is making good on this promise. Carl Lundström, employee of Rix|Port80 told Slyck.com “As I take it, they have bought new servers, installed back-ups and are already up and running tests in at least one foreign server centre.”

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This is a site devoted to free streams of live audio and video. There are some decent radio stations on her, some that are even local. I was able to find a couple of local radio stations being streamed through the site. Although, I can only assume that if I went to the actual radio station web site that thier live content probably is being streamed across their own servers.

The real deal is the video channels. They have the Playboy channel and Spice TV on the web site. In fact, they have a lot of porn channels being streamed across their site. And free porn is always a good thing. But don’t be surprised if you keep getting internal server errors. The site can’t handle its immense new traffic. So, many of the videos don’t play at all. But hopefully all be worked out over time.

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I was talking with a friend recently about another person who with both knew and adored that had recently been let go. We both couldn’t figure out why. She was well liked by most of the people where we worked. And many of the people who had worked under her still liked and respected her. I have to admit that I was far more loyal to her than I am presently to my current manager.

We both came to the conclusion that someone who seemed so valuable to the company must have been “let go” because she had pissed off someone higher up. Because you don’t get rid of a well liked and respected employee just because you don’t “have room for them.” Shit, dammit, you make room for them.

There are a whole lot of shiftless bastards around here, including myself, who I could’ve seen getting the ax before her. And I recently saw another valued employee promoted and given a position that didn’t even exist before simply because the director over her department didn’t want to see her leave. So, it just didn’t make sense that they would let go of this other person simply because they “didn’t have room for them.” She had to be let go because someone higher up just didn’t want her around any more.

And this relates so much to this digg link. It pretty much puts front and center what most people already know: people higher people they like. Skills on resumes are more like open invitations. Skills only get your foot in the door. Personality gets you the job.

That’s why the social interview is the primary gauge to getting most jobs. It’s why knowing someone means more than having a good education. It’s why it’s more important who you know than what you know. If someone likes you, they’re more inclined to train you, and teach you what they need you to know. That’s why people with history degrees are human resources specialist. It’s why secretaries end up as assistant directors. It’s why the ceo’s nephew, who has no degree or any formal training, is your boss.

Funny how the same skills that keep you laid are the same skills that keep you paid. If you can can bullshit your way into a woman’s pants, you can bullshit your way into a job you know you have no business doing.

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This is a YouTube documentary about that punch where you stiffen your hand up to a point, and then curl it and punch through objects like wood and crap. You know the punch ole girl was trying to learn in Kill Bill, the one that messed up her hand. That’s pretty much the punch.

And the documentary proves that the punch is real. It isn’t some motion picture made up crap. It’s the real thing, which is cool. I just wish all that hopping from building tops and trees was real also. Then maybe, the martial arts would be worthy of my time.

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Yippee! I can keep surfing the Internet and still get paid for it. AND… they can’t fire me. Nah-Nah-NahNah-Naah!

Uh-Oh! Here comes my boss.

(yippee)

Man. That’s like a windfall for me. That’s like Jesus coming back with a bucket of KFC in both his arms. Not in one of his arms, but both of his arms.

Now, all I need for a judge to do is to rule that it isn’t sexual harassment to stare at a co-worker’s huge breast. I can’t help it. They’re huge. I keep telling homeboy that he needs to start wearing a manbra, or get a breast reduction. See what I did there. You thought I was talking about a woman, when, in actuality, I was talking about a man. Man, that’s genius. Straight up genius.

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Ha. Funny. A person named “nodigg” has written a post about this article. I decided not to read the article myself. Reading is beneath me. I have better things to do, like work. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I made a funny. I did a Robin Williams on ya. I bet you’re vomiting on yourself in laughter, probably urinating on yourself. Urine. Hee-hee. I hope those robots like urinating… Forget it. I decided not to go there. Uh-uh. Nope. I won’t be going there just like I didn’t go to that site and read that article.

Although i was tempted. I mean, it is about sex. And I’m assuming that that’s the main reason this article is getting so many diggs. You put sex, gizmos and robots together, and you got yourself… Pam Anderson. See what I did there. I put Pam Anderson. Right there. Man, I’m a genius. I deserve an Oscar.

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I always treat my waiters nice, especially if they’re hot female ones. I hook’em up with that dollar tip after dessert, make sure they’re able to feed their children that night. That’s how I do this. You know, because they’re my fellow man, or woman, and they must be broke and desperate, like myself, to have taken a crappy job in the food industry.

I was pretty close to taking a job in the food industry, chilling in the kitchen, sweeping the rat droppings and stuff. But i came to my senses. I knew that I’d rather kill myself than to work in some restaurant. Restaurant jobs are by far the worst jobs a human can have. The only jobs worser involve picking up dead animal bodies and fecal matter.

Why are restaurant jobs so crappy.? Well, one, you don’t get paid crap. You don’t receive any benefits. You don’t get any form of paid leave. You have to work on weekends, weeknights and holidays on a regular basis. And, of course, people treat restaurant people like crap. Circus Freaks!

And restaurant people have to be nice and smile back like retards, all so that they might receive that dollar bill. And when I say dollar bill, I mean ONE DOLLAR BILL. Why? Because nobody likes paying extra for service.

I mean, restaurants should just include the fee upfront. They could include a 10 percent fee on top of whatever you buy. I don’t think people would eventually care. We already feel forced to pay that fee anyway, rather the service was decent or not. So why not make up some crap like the telephone companies, something like a Universal Service Fee, and just tell people up front that 10% will be tacked on their bill. Doesn’t that make sense, unlike my post about this digg.

P.S. be forewarned, I didn’t read the article like a good digger, so I have no idea what it’s about.

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I’ve often wondered how people view me. Do they see me as I see me? I see myself as an intelligent, overly underachieving a-hole. I wonder if other people view me in that same light. And if they do, is it my own dang fault?

Maybe I make real in the world everyday the perceptions I keep in my mind. I view myself negatively, and therefore I act accordingly. And since I view myself negatively, I also tend to view other people in that same light. I have a pretty negative view of myself, and therefore I think other people carry those same traits.

I wonder if other people’s perceptions of me are the reason I keep getting the crappy jobs that I have, or keep getting the bad girlfriends over and over again. Perhaps it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. Since I don’t think very highly of myself, I probably never go for the jobs and the women I probably could get. I set my goals and standards low toward my own low personal perceptions.

And people only treat you how you seem to want to be treated. People take their cues from you. I saw that on the Sopranos last night.

Tony was acting weak, and people were starting to treat him like a weak, unhealthy person. And to change those perceptions that were starting to grow among his peers, Tony knew he had to do something drastic. So, he picked the person who looked like the strongest among them, one he knew in advance through sizing up he could probably take, and he took him on, beating the crap out of him.

Of course, afterwards, he had to spit out bodily fluid, but he knew what he had just done had brought back his alpha male status among the crew. And that brought a smile to his face.

Anyway, I don’t know if what I just wrote has anything to do with the article in this digg. I mean, the page is really about work and office perceptions, and how you can change a negative work perception through presenting yourself in the right professional light.

Whatever…

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