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April 29th, 2016
I have had enough.
After listening to inbred coworkers rail about transsexuals in bathrooms all week at work, I've simply had enough. I simply cannot fathom how these people can function in society, as riled up with fear as they are by talk radio schmucks who, day in and day out, gin up some new thing for them to panic about. Or to hate simply for being not rich straight white Christian males. I am done.
At this point, I'm officially writing them off. I've listened to their last bigoted rant, and am tuning them out. But, you ask, how can I do this? It's simple, really. I'm going to have headphones plugged into both of my ears, each and every minute I'm at work. I'll be piping music into my ears constantly, so that I simply don't have to hear these willfully ignorant douchebags for another second.
While I do have to share a break room with these backwards louts, I can disregard their existence. And if they get particularly loud in their naked hate baiting, I can just crank up the Rob Zombie, or Soulfly, or Crystal Method enough that they're unintelligible. I'll be able to tell that they're talking, but be blissfully unaware of just which paranoid ravings are escaping their face holes.
Sure, you might say it's better to be appraised of what the enemy is thinking, and I suppose you'd be right. But I can only run my brain through the sewers of filth coming out of their mouths for so long, before it makes me want to start punching people - and never stop. And I'm at that point, as of today, so I'm checking out. I'll stay there, do my job, but that's it. I don't have to be friends with these turds.
I don't have to even be nice to them. And I'm not going to be. Because they don't deserve courtesy.