jennings rampage

Two fairly toothless rants.

Good weekend, right? Hopefully not too stressful for you, what with the holidays looming and whatnot. I’ve been doing a pretty good job of dodging in and out of that mess, you know, have to get the job done, but be smart about it. Have a plan, move swiftly, execute, get up and out. But I’m not here to rant about holiday shit.

Rant #1: The shitheads at Dell. Boy, you shitheads make a pretty crummy laptop, that’s for damn sure. I’ve owned my Inspiron 1100 for a little over a year now, and in that time, the CD-R/DVD drive has gone FUBAR, the Ethernet jack just fucking snapped out of place and decided to be useless, and the “8″ key sticks real bad. And now, the fucker won’t even turn on — seems to be some problem with the power supply or the battery or something. And it’s not like I’m toting the piece of shit around the country, I barely take it from my living room to my bedroom. The fucker should be pristine. What a load, people, seriously, like I need this. Fuck you, Dell.

Rant #2: Fucking journalists. You fuckers so aren’t doing your legwork. Seriously. I want to sit all you assclowns down and watch All The President’s Men, like I did on Friday night. See, that’s a quality bit of filmmaking, and it tells the story of a couple of real men who fucking knew they had a story and fucking went and got it. Should be fucking inspirational, like your field’s fucking Rocky or something. And I know you dipshits are capable, Lord knows we heard from every doorman and supermarket clerk in Arkansas when it turned out the President, you know, enjoyed the mouth sex. So now you’ve got a truly evil bunch of fucks in the White House, responsible for all that torture and election fraud and kickbacks and shit we probably can’t imagine, and you’re just sitting on your thumbs, ’cause it’s not as, uh, sexy. Well, maybe you’d tell me that people don’t care about this shit, but people didn’t care about Watergate until those newspaper boys gave them a fucking reason. Fuck, you’re journalists, right? Well, why don’t you quit eyeing Pat O’Brien’s job, get up and off your asses, and go follow the money.