Atlas Shrugged. Or: Buy your own fucking tools!
OK kids, clear your mind. You're about to be subjected to a free-flowing rant about things that piss me right the hell off and a discussion of the philosophy that is the reason I instigated an angry confrontation at work today. My nephew is the person that made it turn into an angry confrontation, while my brother seemed highly amused and the other four or five people on the crew were either confused, scared, intimidated, or a combination of the above.
I had no intention of causing an angry confrontation. I was just going to state a fact. I was relatively cool until Skeeter (my nephew) opened his mouth, as I knew he would, and I was Not About To Take Any Of His Shit. So I didn't. And responded angrily to his anger. He smarts off much more, and I'll cut his ass off from my Christmas card list. Not that I am into sending them out anyway. Skeeter is a Redneck's Redneck, and he don't cotton to being told what to do or how to do it, and especially if he thinks someone is showing him up on a jobsite. Stupid macho bullshit. I can play that game if I have to. Don't like it, but I will play to win if forced into it.
But here is the deal:
I am a lazy slob. I'm so laid back that a recliner is too steep for me. I don't sweat stuff. Life is too short to waste your time on petty bullshit. Now listen to me: This does not mean that I don't care. It just means that I choose my battles carefully. You might read this blog and think that I just go around ranting all of the time. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am the most laid-back dude in the world. Until you piss me off. I do not, after being a very angry young man whose anger caused himself numerous serious problems, get pissed off easily. I try and control that shit. See, most of the fuckups in my life came from a reaction to my anger about whatever.
The "whatever" that I have never been able to get past is the feeling that someone is taking advantage of my good nature. They are fucking me over because I am a nice guy. It's happened too many times. I am at a point where I overlook the incidents less and less because I know that if I allow it to continue I will blow up. The last time I was this pissed, about 9 years ago, I broke a bone in my hand, taking my anger out on a wall. The holes are still there. The hand seems to have healed. The emotional scars never will. That is just a fact.
Here is the philisophical part....
Socialism is evil. It just is. Its core principles are contrary to basic human nature. "From each according to his ability, to each according to his need" may sound good in theory, but it never works when you are dealing with real human beings. Some people are just better than others. At whatever. You cannot, and you must not, ask the high achiever to subsidize the low achiever. The low achiever gets ever lazier (see New Orleans, "send us your money, you owe it to us for nothing!") while the high achiever keeps on working and achieving. Eventually, the high achiever gets tired of carrying all of the low achievers on his back. Thus, Atlas Shrugs. I am fucking tired of carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. Y'all can kiss my ass. I will carry you no more.
I have spent a small fortune on tools. I am anal about my tools. I Hate to loan them out to people that have no concept of property, or the concept of what money represents. I have been loaning out my tools. I have been allowing people to make a living with the tools that I and my wife spent hard earned money on. Until today. It's OVER.
Thus, buy your own fucking tools. You get a paycheck every week just like me. So fuck you, go and buy your own fucking tools. You don't respect me, you don't respect my tools, kiss my skinny white ass. I am done with supplying you with the tools you need to make a living. Go sponge off of someone else.
The funny thing about this whole deal is, I am the only one, with the possible exception of my brother, that knows what just happened.
I had no intention of causing an angry confrontation. I was just going to state a fact. I was relatively cool until Skeeter (my nephew) opened his mouth, as I knew he would, and I was Not About To Take Any Of His Shit. So I didn't. And responded angrily to his anger. He smarts off much more, and I'll cut his ass off from my Christmas card list. Not that I am into sending them out anyway. Skeeter is a Redneck's Redneck, and he don't cotton to being told what to do or how to do it, and especially if he thinks someone is showing him up on a jobsite. Stupid macho bullshit. I can play that game if I have to. Don't like it, but I will play to win if forced into it.
But here is the deal:
I am a lazy slob. I'm so laid back that a recliner is too steep for me. I don't sweat stuff. Life is too short to waste your time on petty bullshit. Now listen to me: This does not mean that I don't care. It just means that I choose my battles carefully. You might read this blog and think that I just go around ranting all of the time. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am the most laid-back dude in the world. Until you piss me off. I do not, after being a very angry young man whose anger caused himself numerous serious problems, get pissed off easily. I try and control that shit. See, most of the fuckups in my life came from a reaction to my anger about whatever.
The "whatever" that I have never been able to get past is the feeling that someone is taking advantage of my good nature. They are fucking me over because I am a nice guy. It's happened too many times. I am at a point where I overlook the incidents less and less because I know that if I allow it to continue I will blow up. The last time I was this pissed, about 9 years ago, I broke a bone in my hand, taking my anger out on a wall. The holes are still there. The hand seems to have healed. The emotional scars never will. That is just a fact.
Here is the philisophical part....
Socialism is evil. It just is. Its core principles are contrary to basic human nature. "From each according to his ability, to each according to his need" may sound good in theory, but it never works when you are dealing with real human beings. Some people are just better than others. At whatever. You cannot, and you must not, ask the high achiever to subsidize the low achiever. The low achiever gets ever lazier (see New Orleans, "send us your money, you owe it to us for nothing!") while the high achiever keeps on working and achieving. Eventually, the high achiever gets tired of carrying all of the low achievers on his back. Thus, Atlas Shrugs. I am fucking tired of carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. Y'all can kiss my ass. I will carry you no more.
I have spent a small fortune on tools. I am anal about my tools. I Hate to loan them out to people that have no concept of property, or the concept of what money represents. I have been loaning out my tools. I have been allowing people to make a living with the tools that I and my wife spent hard earned money on. Until today. It's OVER.
Thus, buy your own fucking tools. You get a paycheck every week just like me. So fuck you, go and buy your own fucking tools. You don't respect me, you don't respect my tools, kiss my skinny white ass. I am done with supplying you with the tools you need to make a living. Go sponge off of someone else.
The funny thing about this whole deal is, I am the only one, with the possible exception of my brother, that knows what just happened.
posted by David Burrow at 8:05 PM
1 Comments:
I get the feeling I know this rant well as one of my own, whether it be tools, or some other trade item one might own for the purpose of making a living. Usually comes from using the tool improperly, not returning it, or just leaving it out in the elements to rust.
Similar things have led me to showing considerable restraint before cracking someone's skull open.
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