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Getting the Fuck Out of Here

 

 

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Getting the Fuck Out of Here

Jim Rousch

If anyone had told me that I would be moving to the Southern part of the United States, I would fit

them for a straight jacket.   However, that’s exactly where I’m going.

After what has happened to me in the last year, it’s clear that I cannot live in Colorado anymore.  And while I’d LOVE to go back to Los Angeles, I simply haven’t the money to live there.  Where am I going?  Hold on to your grandma’s piss.

 

I know, huh?  Me,  the Union flagwaver, the                                                                                             staunch Democrat.

Let me tell you what the final straw was
It turns out that my neighbor on my right side                                                                                           could very well possibly be a douchebag                                                                                                   Iraq War moron, because he became very
aggressive with me when it was mentioned it.


MISSISSIPPI QUEEN
What he didn’t like was my screaming late at
night-which is fair enough, since he had kids
asleep.  However, it’s harder for someone
who has traumatic brain injury to
maintain self-control so that they don’t start
start screaming while they look for a pair of
a pair of glasses.  However, that’s where the
land is cheap and everything is else is I don’t
actually know yet.

I’m not wild about living about living in
the land of Trent Lott, but maybe I can
change it just a tad.

To be honest, I don’t give a flying fuck what Iraq “veterans” think because the Iraq War was illegal under the UN charter, there were no weapons of mass destruction, and American soldiers committed a lot of war crimes over there.

So, I annoy my neighbor every morning before I leave because I know what the noise laws and I’m a total dick when pushed.

 

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How’s This For A Laugh?

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Ascension Lutheran Church

Remember when you read about my being blindsided by an older usher after a church service after I tried to explain my brain injury to her?

Well, Clyde Wiggins lied and I got kicked out of Ascension Lutheran Church, in Littleton, Colorado, effective immediately-after I was the one who got hurt.  How did I get hurt in the first place?  Working at Walmart on night shift, of course; with hundreds of pallets hit me over a period of years.

I took it well because I wasn’t surprised that this would be the outcome.  I was miffed, however.

“You’re gonna take an old man’s word over mine?  I’ve got a damaged spine and a chipped shoulder!”

“But you were yelling and screaming.  You frightened people, Jim.”
“I told you that the frontal lobes are responsible for the maintenance of temper.”
“Clyde warned you.”
“Dude’s fucking lying.  I never heard him and I never saw him until I got thrown.  It’s because he’s an fucking elder and an usher.  This is bullshit.  I didn’t deserve this treatment because my back and my shoulder are both fucked up.

That’s the problem with the Church today.  It lies like a dead hooker in the street.

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I Don’t Care Anymore Lyrics and Music by Jim Rousch-thrash metal

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I am currently writing the music for this tune; played in thrash timing.

1)      I don’t care ‘bout the ‘merican flag.

You don’t buy the cars anymore.
I don’t care ‘bout the bitch who’s just in drag.

We all know all know she’s just a whore.

I only feel for the girl who died in camp;

Her last breath pled for thirst.
Harley and Carrier left the greatest place on Earth

Because you voted for the worst.

Bridge
HE DIDN’T EVEN WIN!
THIS TRAITOR FULL OF SIN!
2. FUCKING EIGHT!
LET’S GET IT FUCKIN’ STRAIGHT!

2)      I don’t care ‘bout the farmers in the drought.

They were expendable hicks from the start.
Just like you don’t care about a rape victim-

That’s because you have no fucking heart!
To you fundies she’s so dirty,
She’s just another whore,
To me, she is my sister, my wife, my niece
Or more.

Bridge

Chorus

Do you know why I don’t care about you?

You never cared about us.

You looked at us anti-USA

‘Cause we wouldn’t ride on your bus.

3)  Nixon and Reagan, Bush and Bush and Trump
Down the sewers we go.

Don’t expect an effort from anyone like us.
We wanted to work, you said no.

FUCK YOU!

Metalflame Publishing © 2019

 

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Through Time

 

 

 

 asshole

 Caffeine

Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, Me, and my 1977 Pontiac Grand Prix across the street

 2008

 Jesus Christ

 My buddy.  I will miss him.

 Volbeat

  You can’t have her.

 

 

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Getting the Fuck Out of Here

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by Jim Rousch

If anyone had told me that I would be moving to the Southern part of the United States, I would fit

them for a straight jacket.   However, that’s exactly where I’m going.

After what has happened to me in the last year, it’s clear that I cannot live in Colorado anymore.  And while I’d LOVE to go back to Los Angeles, I simply haven’t the money to live there.  Where am I going?  Hold on to your grandma’s piss.

I know, huh?  Me,  the Union flagwaver, the  staunch Democrat.

Let me tell you what the final straw was.  My neighbor could very well be an Iraq War idiot, because he became very angry when I mentioned about how stupid the war was and how only an idiot went off to fight in it.

That’s when he became aggressive with me, because I told him that children with traumatic brain injuries were of higher priority than an idiot who drove over a fucking bomb.

Now, I’ve struggled with traumatic brain injury since 1971, and I don’t have a lot of patience when I can’t find something.  Yes, I yell-not intentionally-but it seems to him that it’s okay for a soldier to lose it and not a real human being.    What he didn’t like was my screaming late at night-which is fair enough, since he has kids.  However, it’s harder for someone who has traumatic brain injury to maintain self-control, as you read earlier, so that they don’t start screaming.  This is because they panic.  Oh, I also told him that any veteran after the Korean War…..can go fuck himself.

Sorry, but there’s a price for telling me to leave the country after I tell you that the Iraq War is wrong and your broken condom should have gone to either Canada or Mexico
So, I’m moving to Mississippi, where the land is cheap and where I’ll marry my woman-and it get’s even better.  I won’t mention it now, but this might seem kick ass when it’s all done.

Fuck Iraq vets, okay?

 

However, it’s harder for someone who has traumatic brain injury to

maintain self-control so that they don’t screaming while they look for a pair of glasses.

 

 

MISSISSIPPI QUEEN

 

 

To be honest, I don’t give a flying fuck what Iraq “veterans” think because the Iraq War was illegal under the UN charter, there were no weapons of mass destruction, and American soldiers committed a lot of war crimes over there.

So, I annoy my neighbor every morning before I leave because I know what the noise laws and I’m a total dick when pushed.

Just wait until Friday.

 

 

 

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What’s the Hard-on About It? If Your Great Grand Parents Loved It (and THEY Hit Their 90’s) What’s The Big Deal?

 
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My grandparents bought this in the early 20th Century and nothing bad happened.  Everyone bought this during that time-and worked on assembly lines, so what’s the hard-on?   People only died if they were addicted to it.

Here’s something facts on blow .https://drugabuse.com/cocaine/history-statistics/

It’s probably not a good idea for me to use it, because I have A.D.D. and I’m already a jumpy motherfucker as it is, but it sure helps those on night shift, I’m sure.  It would have helped me for sure, because I was a fucking trainwreck after the 11 p.m. to 8 a.m. shift.  God damn, I was just motherfucking dead behind the wheel of my Plymouth, and I haven’t a clue how the hell I got home.

Guess what??  It didn’t kill people back then-unless you took an awful lot of it.  Jesus Christ!  COCOA-COLA!  HELLO, MOTHERFUCKERS!  1886!

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Once Legal, So What’s The Hard-On About? If It Was Good Enough For Your Great Grandparents, It’s Good Enough For You!

 

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My grandparents bought this in the early 20th Century and nothing bad happened.  Everyone bought this during that time-and worked on assembly lines, so what’s the hard-on?   People only died if they were addicted to it.

Here’s something facts on blow.

https://drugabuse.com/cocaine/histoistics/ry-stat

Guess what??  It didn’t kill people back then-unless you took an awful lot of it.  Jesus Christ!  COCOA-COLA!  HELLO, MOTHERFUCKERS!  1886!

 

It’s probably not a good idea for me to use it, because I have A.D.D. and I’m already a jumpy motherfucker as it is, but it sure helps those on night shift, I’m sure.  It would have helped me for sure, because I was a fucking trainwreck after the 11 p.m. to 8 a.m. shift.  God damn, I was just motherfucking dead behind the wheel of my Plymouth, and I haven’t a clue how the hell I got home.

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All Pigs Are Pigs No Matter Where

 

 

 

 

The British don’t fuck around when it comes to the police.  While America gives a free pass to pigs who abuse their power, Britain swings the hammer down and lets these pieces of shit know that the British legal system will treat them the same way when they fuck up, just as anyone else.

The Daily Mail reported Thursday the 23rd that Lee Martin-Cramp is facing life in prison after he spiked an American woman’s drink and violently raped her.  To make matters worse, the girl was a devout Christian and was a virgin.  She repeatedly screamed “No!  No!”  No!”

Where was God?  Why didn’t He protect her?

Since the pig spiked her drink, she had to ask him if they actually did have sex, because she remembered screaming “No!  No!  No!”

In the morning she saw blood on the sheets, and she asked if they had sex.   When the student mentioned about her V-card, the pig replied that he couldn’t give it back.

This son of a bitch should be shot in the balls.  Hell, I’d do it myself-with great pleasure.  It would be wonderful to shoot the balls off a pig so that he could never rape another woman ever again. because a woman’s virginity is to be treasured and respected.  Even if she’s a retrovirgin, a real man does spiritual best to respect her womanhood, because she is a treasure….not a prize, asshole.

A woman would know, I’m sure.  I’m not going to get into specifics for any virgins who might be reading this.  However, any man who real man who has sex with a virgin should at least TRY to:
Shooting the balls off of pig is not a crime, but a pig raping a woman is.  Remember that a police officer is not a human being.  He is nothing more than a domestic terrorist to be crippled by the population whom he terrorizes.

Hey, I’ve had pigs in my own family.  One is gone and the other who pretends to be a Christian never talks to me, so there you  go.  He’s actually retired now and drives a school bus.

Again, I reiterate that shooting the balls off of pig is not a crime, but a pig raping a woman is.
1) Talk her out of it the best he can (while he’s fighting his own urges)
2) Should that fail, you broke it, you do your best to marry her.

Now, I did do that-and she chose continuing her six-year degree over marriage-which we had planned on, but we went our separate ways and I was back to methods of self-destruction within a matter of days.   That’s when I started becoming so self-destructive that you could have compared me to Lemmy Kilimister, or Sam Kinison-because I could drink almost anyone-and then I drove home.

Those days are over for me now.

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The Father Has No Balls

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“Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crows, thou shalt deny me thrice.

Peter swore he wouldn’t do it, and yet he did.

Every time you Christians vote Republican, you vote for a political party that takes out of the hungry mouths whom you wanted to see born.  You want the death penalty for rape victims for opt for the death penalty, but you also want to get rid of free lunches and Head Start.

Doesn’t that actually make you a bigger sinner than Judas Iscariot?  I mean, all he did was help himself to the moneybag and betray Christ to the Sanhedrin.  However, he was later filled with remorse, and the religious authorities could care less about his feelings.

I’m a bastard.  I’m a motherfucker-and I’m proud of what I am.  I shout it out loud and I praise to the Almighty with outstretched wings that I have the longest dick in the gym.  Well, guitar players and agents for social change through other means rather than the pussy way (voting) tend to.

I’ve dared Him to strike me down as He did Ananais Sapphira, and I’m still here-when I should be dust.

God won’t kill me.  He’s afraid to kill me.  He knows that by killing me, I expose Him for hating the disabled:

Exodus 4:11

Then the Lord said to him, “Who has made man’s mouth? Who makes him mute, or deaf, or seeing, or blind? Is it not I, the Lord?

That, my friends, is a prick and an insecure suka Who should be sodomized with a lead pipe all the livelong day.

What’s a suka, you ask?   Nothing, just the Russian word for BITCH!

God has murdered other social agents for change, so why are other of us still around-especially since we don’t believe in peace?

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