I'm suffering through some kind of chronic-fatigue virus that is making all my muscles ache and encasing my brain in a shield of lead, so you'll have to excuse the plagiarism of today's entry, BUT... my brother Sean's rant from a few days ago was so goddamn brilliant that I feel it needs to be reprinted here:
"Wipe Hands on Pants" by Sean Williams
About ten years ago, I was coming out of a rest-stop bathroom and I asked my brother Ian if he could tell me what someone had written on the bathroom hand-dryer, in lieu of the actual instructions. Even though he hadn't been in there yet, he knew what it said. It used to be that instructions were needed on the hand-dryer in bathrooms, but now, apparently, there's just a picture of someone pressing the button and two hands rubbing together.
(As an aside - these hand dryers (which don't work) don't really need instructions any more because people have basically gotten the hang of them. But for some reason, we still need directions on shampoo? I gotta assume that, unless you've been following Phish since you were in diapers, everyone, even in third world countries, can figure out how to wash their hair. I mean, seriously, if you live in the most desperate circumstances possible, don't you think that learning how to wash your own hair would come months and years before learning the English required to follow the instructions on the back of a shampoo bottle?)
Anyway, there were instructions on the hand dryer that said this.
1. Push button
2. Rub hands under warm air.
3. Turns off automatically.
And almost always, I mean in about 90% of cases, the dryer instructions were altered with a knife or a pen or whatever so that they read.
1. Push butt
2. Rub hands under armhair
3. Turns off automatically
4. Wipe Hands On Pants.
Someone went to every single bathroom in America and took the time to write in the fourth step. Because, frankly, you do have to wipe your hands on your pants. The same pants you wiped your hands on after you coughed last. After you sneezed last. The same pant legs that caught steaming molecules of your last meal. That's where you wipe your damn hands when the air dryer doesn't work.
But that's not my point.
See there are things that people say that they think are funny. A dog will lick its balls, and someone will say "If I could do that, I'd never leave the house". Someone will say "what do they call 100 (fill-in-the-hated-profession-here) at the bottom of a river? - A GOOD START!"
It's boring as hell. GOD it's boring. You people should be fucking ashamed of yourselves.
You know that guy on the train? The guy that woke up just long enough to locate his bottle of cheap liquor and drank from it before passing out again? That guy who just peed on his own clothes? That guy is serving a purpose. Those of you who repeat a joke that someone else told, you are the worst people in the world. The absolute lowest.
But wait, there's more.
Because it isn't just repeating a joke. It's repeating the same fucking idea. Y'all who have lines to pick up girls? Especially lines you've tried before, and they've worked? Y'all should go fucking kill yourselves. The years are ticking away, jackass, the years are running down the drain and you are gonna path-of-least-resistance your way right down to the day you die. You're gonna have kids with one of these dumb ass mental cripples that falls for your line and you guys will have fights that don't make any sense and your kids are gonna grow up and try the same lines you tried and they'll work and some other fucking idiot is gonna procreate and the world is just gonna spin down to dust while NOT A SINGLE ORIGINAL THOUGHT COMES OUT OF YOUR FUCKING HEAD.
But wait one second. That's not my point. This is.
For you fucking idiots who have found a way to jam your heads up your asses about Bush's total failure as our President this last week, purely because you feel like you need to constantly return to the idea that those on the left are ALWAYS wrong and those on the right are ALWAYS right, you're done.
Months of us taking off our shoes at the airport, and all a terrorist had to do was blow a hole in a levee in New Orleans. They could drive an SUV full of fertilizer and fuel oil to the levee, and thousands would have died. But they didn't. We had years of warning, everyone knew the levees would break, and no-one did anything. The Republicans didn't, the Democrats didn't, America is a teaming mess of classism and racism, and these things need to be dealt with on a Federal level.
You can support President Bush after this, of course. This was a monumental mistake, but, provided you believe the rest of what he does makes up for this catastrophe, I don't mind you supporting the President. But if you tell me that the federal government isn't to blame for this...
You're just writing what you've read someone else write. You don't know anything. You are too stupid for me to listen to, and, especially your idiotic blog comments... I mean, you're no better than the wall in some truck stop bathroom, and twice as full of shit.