Hillary wants YOU (her supporters) to pay back the 10 Million she loaned herself…

I will straight up say that I am not a Hillary supporter.  I am a die hard Barack fan and have been a donator to his campaign since the very begining.  Granted I’m not some fucking Rockafeller throwing money at him like it grows on trees (which it actually does…) but I do what I can…I’m for the people; I believe he is for the people as well.  I like that in my candidates and I’m also a fan of his candid literary works.

I digress…I don’t want to be a Hillary basher although I do believe her to be fake, wishy washy and a follower (hence GW’s little war…)  I could literally go on and on with this political stuff but I’m only going to touch on one point in this blog (so you avoid eye strain and I avoid carpel tunnel)…

She borrowed 11.5 million (all added up) to her campaign to stay in the presidential race.  Everyone knows that Barack has had amazing success raising funds and loyal supporters (even little people like me and many others I know…that can maybe only donate 20 a month or whatever modest amount they can…are doing so…)  Why?  Because they believe in a cause and a change in America…

Why isn’t Hillary raising any money?  I don’t know…because if someone as broke as me can donate to a candidate…Hillary’s blue collar (the group she claims she has her strong hold on) voters should be able to throw one or two dollars her way, right?  If you believe in something…throw a dollar at it if that’s all you have…

So Hillary wants her 11.5 Million back…she is begging and pleading with her supporters to go to her website and donate money so she can “stay” in the race.  No..that is propaganda to confuse…double speak.  She is not asking to help her “stay” in the race…she is technically asking you to pay her back for being in the race. (since she spent  most of her own money to do so)  Any money someone donates to her campaign; they are paying back Hillary her own money.  Hillary and Bill have made 100 million dollars (or more) in their career and she had to throw in 11 million of her own loot to run for president.  Boo Hoo!

And now I find it utterly disgusting that she is asking the American people or rather her supporters to donate money to her which is ultimately to pay herself back from the money she loaned to her campaign.  Hello?  You are a multi multi millionaire and you are asking people who make 30,000 or less a year to give you money?

Does anyone else find this to be a totally disgusting uttery repulsive thing to do?  Thank you for listening to this rant.   

You can smoke Tom Cruise…

Sweet!!  You can finally smoke Tom Cruise.  There is cannibas clubs in Nor Cal selling a strain of the sticky icky called “Tom Cruise Purple”…allegedly, the bottle has Tom Cruise on the front laughing hysterically and according to vendors it makes you hallucinate.  Perfect.

On a sidebar; I think the hallucinations include seeing little L. Ron’s and glib Matt Lauers running around…and it also makes Oprah look hot enough to make out with…I digress…

You’d think ol Tom would be flattered to be revered in the puffer community and have his own strain dedicated solely to him but no, that is not the case.  He is upset because he feels mocked and his glibness won’t allow him to amuse and entertain the dispenseries selling this product nor patrons purchasing above-mentioned livation.

He is also opposed because apparently L. Ron Hubbard doesn’t approve of psychotropic drugs..(Ah what irony..that a psycho would be against anything with the word psycho in it)…a dude who spent his last years locked up in a nut hut must know his psychotropic drugs and be a savant on all that is psycho…so yeah, Tom C is thinking; “I better listen to a nut who wrote some jibberish while locked up in an insane asylum ”…That is perfectly sane.

Just for the record; I’ve hated Tom Cruise ever since he made his first bad movie (which would be all of them)…when he raced some shitty car with Nicole Kidman and her bad 80’s hair…The entire world thought this guy was great and I sat around telling people he was a douche bag…and now, damn 15 years later people are finally realizing I was right all along…Another prediction; him and the Holmes girl will be divorced in two years, there is no way she can keep up that fake “I love scientology and a big nosed nut who can’t stop saying the word glib”…facade.  Everytime I see that broad; she looks like she thinks he’s a moron and is only with him cuz she feels it’s the right thing to do…

I also think Tom Cruise will seriously go off the deep end and get locked up in a hut….he just seems like the type…you heard it here first.  Maybe he should go get some of the product that was modeled after his namesake and save himself a lot of trouble and just smoke it up and spend the rest of his life laughing and ruining people’s couchs.  I think that is a fruitful destination to proceed a lifestyle filled with glib. 

Two good days…

I just had two good interesting days in the life of me.  I spend one day working on the set of “How I Met your Mother” (yup, me and Brittney…they only let crazy people work on their show…it’s a form of community service for them…helping the mentally ill…) and the other doing a modeling shoot for some really cool hip fashion people. (I actually looked decent for once)  I’ve also almost finished my fourth screenplay in about a week.  I’ve been staying up until 4am every night writing and pontificating.  So hence, I’ve had a few lucretive days but that doesn’t stop ol Murphy and his laws from fucking with me…nope!  No rest for the ironic.

An extremely strange incident happen inbetwix my days of keeping busy.  Because I wouldn’t be me if something weird and foreign didn’t happen while I was out and about living this silly thing called life.

I was parking in the parking garage by my apartment building.  I pull in to put money in and behind me is some crazed socceer mom type in a volvo station wagon.  She’s honking the horn madly and waving her arms somewhat irate-like.  I’m thinking; “calm down, what can possibally be that urgant at 11pm at night”…I then proceed to  drive round and round and round (we, meaning inhabitants of the hood…have to park on the fifth floor or higher)…so I’m going and she is almost running me off the road…trying to pass me and honking like a nut-job as I round the corners.

She is trying to pass me as I turn and the parking garage is no place to pass anyone…you can barely fit your own car in betwix the cars, let alone a deranged socceer mom on the way to her drug deal. (the pill mill is in my hood…socceer moms and suburban gangsters (oxymoron)…come here to buy drugs and it’s hilarious cuz you know they don’t live here cuz they are so out of place) but alas; it’s comedy all the same.

She is shaking fists and honking some more…let’s explain how this lady looked.  She had FEATHERED hair, just like it was 1983, bad skin and wearing a kitten sweater along with high waisted mom jeans and sandle tennis shoes.  Oy vey! 

Once I nab my nightly parking spot which has an amazing view of downtown LA and another view of the ocean…(it’s pretty stellar)…I sit and absorb the lovely view and decide to check my text messages.  Then all of the sudden deranged socceer mom starts pounding on my window and screams; “Are you afriad to get out of your car?  Do you think I’m going to rape you?”  WHAT???????

I simply look at her and then look back down at my phone, sighing a visible annoyance sigh (once you’ve encountered enough weirdos; nothing phases you and it all becomes annoying…that is the look I gave her)…Like hey nut job lady; you are a dime a dozen down here…go back to Sylmar where people pay attention to your erratic behavior.

She continues to pound and yell about “raping me”…I crack the window and simply say; “May I help you?”…Which scared her more than anything else cuz she looked stunned and then said “no” and turned and walked away rather uncomfortablly…Then as I saw her get into the elevator she screams like a mad woman; “I wasn’t really going to rape you”.

I give a little considerate wave and decide to wait for the next elevator anyways…even though I was reassured no sodomizing would be taking place on this particular fine evening.

The true irony in this peice of babble is that; I’m not afraid of the heroin addicts, gang bangers or hookers and other social derelicts littering my neighborhood…nope, the people that really scare me are these suburban people who come to the hood and don’t know how to properly conduct themselves. 

Sure you need to be defensive…but you don’t need to scream at everyone you meet and the suburban white kids from Calabasas walking around saying they are “hard” in their Bentleys…Sure you’re real hard…real gangster in your Bentley buying vicodin off Crazy Fred and his wife Gladeys who simply sell it cuz their damn SS isn’t enough for them to live on.  75 year old Fred will cut ya white kid from Malibu; he’s hard… I hope you are packing an AK 47 somewhere in case Fred and Gladeys get real gangster with their canes or colostomy bags.