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nicotine fit: day 7

nicotine fit: day 7

I consider myself a fair person. So in fairness, I will tell you that the person that started the whole "delinking affair" has apologized to me.

That's no longer the problem. The problem is the fallout. Judging from my email there are several (about 15) people who have taken it upon themselves to come here and scrutinize everything I say, and then go post on their own blogs what a nasty, uncaring vile creature I am.

Guess what? I am a nasty, vile creature when forced to be. I'm tired of politcal correctness. I'm tired of having to check and recheck and edit and re edit every god damn thing I write just to make sure that some .0001% of the population was not offended by it. Perhaps if that 1/8 of a person was offended, it was because they were supposed to be.

This is a personal space. I use it to vent and rage and hopefully make other people think as well as laugh. If I hate a certain band or love a certain politician or think a specific law is assinine, I am going to say so. I'm not going to mince my words just so you feel better about my opinions. I have never been one to hold back or walk on eggshells.

Instead, I will offer some advice to those of you who come here looking for my supposed "self-obsessed, lunatic vitriol" and my "psychotic insults.": Get a life. If you have nothing better to do than skim through someone's website 14 times a day looking for a word here or there to use against me in some kind of internet witch hunt, you must be seriously lacking in the social department. Get out of your mother's basement and out into the fresh air. Make a friend. Read a newspaper. Go out and do something interesting so you can write about things other than what someone else is doing with their time. Whatever you choose to do, make sure you know that if you insist on coming back here, you will be insulted. You will be offended. You will be jealous of the fact that I can manage to do this several times a day and still have a pretty full life outside of my computer while you can't manage to scrape your ass off your chair for more than five minutes at a time.

Stick around all you want; I'm not about to start blocking IPs. But don't bother sending me your juvenile, grammatically challenged, threatening or just plain simple-minded emails. And don't make me unleash the dogs of hell on you by directing people to your petty little blog.

Somebody get me a cigarette. Now.

Comments

Oh come on, direct us to their blogs. :) Heh.

Hey, Michele...
It's like I always say: "If you're not making ENEMIES, then you're not making a DIFFERENCE."
Fuck 'em... they're just fodder for your future amusement.

You're my hero.

Boy if you weren't married :-)

Nastiness is just so damned hot :-)

Don't let 'em get you down. Don't worry about offending people. If all you're going to do is become a 'Me too' kind of blogger, then why bother?

Be offensive! Kick 'em where it counts! Take no prisoners!

And, if you're interested, I've added you to my 'Recommended' links....at the top!

Don't let 'em get you down. Don't worry about offending people. If all you're going to do is become a 'Me too' kind of blogger, then why bother?

Be offensive! Kick 'em where it counts! Take no prisoners!

And, if you're interested, I've added you to my 'Recommended' links....at the top!

Come on, I haven't eaten anyone's soul in at least three days...publicize the list...

Michele, have you tried the Nicorette gum? It's the only thing that ever worked at all for me. Takes care of the worst of the cravings, anyway.

As for the hecklers, just let 'em stew. Who knows, maybe feeling rejected will make one or two of them think.

I agree. Post their sites, please. It will give me something to do after the elections on Tuesday, lol.

Keep on Fiskin'.

I just want you to know, I LOVE your blog. Hehe

Woot! 10,000 meter spin! (and yeah, I got the pic)

Son of a major bitch. If writing were a baseball game, you just pitched a no-hit shut-out slam-dunk in-your-face up-your-ass game. Excellent, to the point, give 'em hell, and I do believe you just picked up another reader. Love the blog!

Heh, looks like DCE's been eating hamsters.
I would definitely go with the gum, those patch things taste terrible...
[What? YES Mother I'm Still online...Take out the trash? ALL Right! I. Will. Be. Right. UP.]
Damn...Look, I gotta go.

Michele, you keep rocking your world and mine, honey. I love you just as you are. Wanna piece of me? Oooooh! Goody! Will your hubby run the camera for us? Actually, I don't rant as you do....I wouldn't want to even try....I'd pale in comparison. No, I'll just sit on the sidelines and cheer you on. God, I hope you like zaftig women with big tits.

maybe this was just a good way to clean house....

Michele, rejoice in the fodder they provide in their inanity and never, I repeat, never let 'em see you sweat. I swear they're jealous of your ability to think on your own, not follow the pack.
And that's why we all return day after day, to read your original thoughts....to laugh, cry, get angry, sigh, and once in awhile...mellow out.
Don't ever change, please.

If anyone gives Michele a cigarette, they will see Meryl Unleashed.

You haven't seen me unleashed yet. Honestly. Angry, yes, but always somewhat restrained.

I can outswear a truck driver.

http://www.yourish.com/archives/2002/june30-july6_2002.html#2002070101

all I've got are menthols. is that ok?

Oh yes, you absolutely MUST give these wonderful people who are giving you free publicity some publicity in return. It's only fair play, right? I mean, you can "justify" it (not that you need to) by saying you're giving their viewpoints equal time. How big of you. :)

Plus, idiots amuse me.

Don't mess with a woman who would shoot a Harley-Davidson. Michele is wicked, mean, and evil I tell you. Mess with her at your own risk and make sure you have life insurance.

Don't you just love it?

Can I please work for you when you conquer and enslave the world?

sometimes when I leave my room, people look at me, and that's offensive.

sometimes they talk to me and I don't know what to do.

I'm so angry.

michele, everything you say offends me, yet I never say anything about it on my petty blog. you have to give me some credit for that.

sometimes when I leave my room, people look at me, and that's offensive.

sometimes they talk to me and I don't know what to do.

I'm so angry.

michele, everything you say offends me, yet I never say anything about it on my petty blog. you have to give me some credit for that.

Whatever you choose to do, make sure you know that if you insist on coming back here, you will be insulted. You will be offended. You will be jealous of the fact that I can manage to do this several times a day and still have a pretty full life outside of my computer while you can't manage to scrape your ass off your chair for more than five minutes at a time.
  • Insulted? Nah. Australians have hides like Rhinos.
  • Offended? Not particularly. No-one has ever accused Aussies of being overly-sensitive. OK, I disagree with some of what you say. So what?
  • Jealous of the fact that I can manage to do this several times a day and still have a pretty full life outside of my computer? Damn Right! How do you do it?

Michele,

One of my daughters gave me a button years ago which I treasure to this day...

Woman by birth, Bitch by choice

...see the bitch, embrace the bitch, be one with the bitch and make it your own....

;-)

Amen!

Awww... Share the URLs, Michele, my Imperial Stormtroopers are getting all fat and lazy from lack of exercise ever since the WarBabbleWeenies had a complete meltdown.

You're mean, you're direct, you're indifferent, you're cruel, you're a wiz with invective...

You make my heart sing. :)

I don't know, I made a post once both here and on my own site disagreeing with one of yours, and I didn't think I was doing anything offensive, it was just that your post got me thinking about a few issues. I make my best posts when I'm disagreeing with something.

I find myself agreeing less and less with what you say on politics, Michele. But I'm not about to criticise you, because it's a personal feeling I have, it lends no counterweight to the strengths of your arguments nor your writing.

Basically, I read you because I like to read what's going on in your head. It's your site and you write what you like, just as I write what I like in mine.