Hate for Humor #16 - Heyyy Joe....

I've never really been the biggest fan of Michael Jackson, but I feel badly for him and his family for how his life ended. One man who obviously doesn't share my feelings is his devil of a poppa Joe Jackson. Not only has he gravy-trained his way through life standing on the backs of his talented children, he beat young Michael and probably helped make him into the freak show he eventually became.

This miserable excuse for human existence then had the gall to have not one, but TWO, press conferences about MJ, in which he did not seem the least bit sad about his son's untimely death, but more concerned with pimping his record label, like he pimped his children. I don't wish bad things to happen to people often, but I do here. I wish bleeding hemorrhoids upon you, you filthy dog!

Hate for Humor #15 - Punk-Ass Skater Brats

I don't really have any problem with skateboarders in per se, but I do have a problem with little skater douche bags like the ones pictured here. Every time I see them, they are jumping and doing little tricks on private property, spray painting businesses or peoples homes, and generally being worthless little shits. I was on the bus the other day, when I witnessed an inexcusable act of piss-ant behavior; one of them, similar to the ones above, looked this way and that (you always know there up to something when they do that) and then proceeded to scratch his "tag" on the bus windows - which were brand fucking new - and then look at me with a "so, what are you gonna do about it" look.

I wish I had a cattle prod and a rubber hose for his little punk ass, but alas, none was available. These little bastards one of the reasons why bus fares and passes are always going up. If I catch him again on another bus doing that, I will be forced to be a rat, and turn him in to the proper authorities; then perhaps he can get a full cavity search with his new boyfriend in juvee.