As 2009 winds down and folds itself into the new year, I was thinking about all the things I saw, felt and experienced this past year. Lemme lay it out for you, in no particular order of importance.
1. After 17 years, a rather large client "downsized" due to the "economic downturn", all while maintaining both their huge profits and better stock prices. Thanks SO much for thinking of me in these troubled times! They are still going to throw me a bone in 2010, but things are not the same.
2. Michael Jackson died at 50 of some bizarre drug related circumstance. Although it was no "surprise" that he died relatively young, it was really sad in so many ways. The poor guy was a meal ticket for so many people, his bizarre family for one, and probably never knew his own self. Tragic. And I don't believe he ever molested a child, either. Strange behavior? Absolutely. A true talent with too many sycophants not being truthful with him. Emotionally stunted at the age of 9. What a waste.
3. The Tiger Woods scandal only goes to show us that a fella' can "have it all" and it's still not enough. What a doof.
4. I got to know and become friends with a musical idol/influence of mine and he eventually threw me some demo work that could lead to a new music client! Thanks, you-know-who!
5. I finally found someone in the publishing biz on Music Row that "gets" what I do. Thanks Mr. B.
6. I realized (well... I actually already knew this...) that I have the best wife a man could EVER want. She is everything to me and I love her so.
7. I have been rekindling relationships with long lost friends via Facebook. I am enjoying that very much! It is awesome finding out "whatever happened to" so many old friends!
8. I had a good friend tell me a HUGE lie just to make me feel bad. I still consider him a friend... but will forever question his honesty and his true intentions.
9. I got to work, again, with some of the greatest and most talented people I have ever known. Thanks to all of you who contributed to my various projects!
10. I lost one of my dogs on January 21. I miss her terribly. She was only 9 1/2 but had been seriously ill for a year and a half. But two days later we got a beautiful 4 month old black lab! Both she and my 13-15 year old mutt are very happy!
11. Saw my daughter get married. I still worry about her. She says she is happy. So there. My granddaughter is beautiful and sweet.
12. A couple of good friends died this year. I now realize that I, too, am on "the dying side" of life. Who's next?
13. Watched in horror as a little boy floated off into the sky in a weather balloon... only to find out it was a hoax and his Daddy put him up to it. Reality TV is now every day life. Only in America.
14. Went to Fenway Park for the LAST TIME as it has officially become a sh*thole full of everything BUT baseball fans. At least I got to see the Yankees play. Sox won handily, 7 zip! But.... never again. Well... unless I get FREE tickets and a ride to and from the Cape!
15. I watched as this country became more polarized than ever with all the cable "news" channels dissolving into nothing but baiting, fear mongering, outright lies and people yelling at each other about effing politics. Makes me sick to my stomach.
16. I saw people being ruder, more inconsiderate and more self-absorbed than ever with the use of their cellphones and texting in the most intrusive, sometimes dangerous and decidedly inappropriate manners. What will happen if the grid goes down? These sheeple would be LOST. Put the damn thing in your pocket and pay attention.
17. I fell further in love with Cape Cod. We've been going up there enough to have a few friends there now and the wife and I are really enjoying our time there. We hope to, someday, buy a beach property in Sandwich, MA.
18. Speaking of the Cape... I got to see the majesty of a few dozen humpback whales breach this summer 12 miles off of Provincetown. If you've never seen that up close... add it to your bucket list.
19. I also got to wave goodbye to Ted Kennedy from a bridge overpass on the Cape after his death in July. We were 5 minutes from the Kennedy Compound when he died. But what an awesome sight to see all the impromptu crowds on bridges and along highways to see him leave the Cape for the last time. Like him or not, it was very moving to see and a real tribute to his service to the people of this country.
20. I made it through year five since my heart attack. And I STILL smoke and don't exercise or eat right. I am an idiot, I suppose, but... hey! I'm old school!
Happy New Year!
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Politics.... bleccch!
Politics.
I am sick and tired of politics. I have never seen this country so polarized from both sides by a such an enormous bunch of pompous, smug, smarmy, uneducated, smart-assed, loud mouthed mothereffing A-holes bent on nothing more than yelling and fighting with each other over frickin' POLITICS. EVERY SINGLE DAY. What the bloody hell has happened to my country?
And since when did the Hoi Poloi know ANYTHING about politics? When did the guy that played bass in a band with me a million years ago become an expert on universal health care options? When did the Facebook junkies learn anything about economic policy? Or how long has a realtor I know been a whiz at foreign policy?
We've proven time and time again that we don't really care what happens to this country by the number of people that DON'T vote. And now EVERYONE is a policy expert? Please. Make them stop, Daddy!
And those of you starting arguments because you just watched a show about one issue or another on one of the overblown "Cable News" programs can kiss my round nether region. You dunno anything more after watching that than you did before you watched. It is nothing but rumor, supposition and opinions from pundits. Sometimes outright lies. Both sides spew their own venom for ratings, sheeples!
And... if you think you're getting educated reading THIS, you are more than sorely mistaken. This is just MY opinion. And I dunno pooey, trust me.
I can't recall, at least pre- 9/11 anyways, REALLY having political discussions with ANYONE, let alone getting into heated debates about things political. We might have jawed about Clinton's romp with Monica... or the first Gulf War... or maybe some ridiculous piece of legislation a special interest group was trying to get passed. But never with such hatred and vitriol as I see on the internet and cable every single day. MAYBE during the Viet Nam war, but.... sheesh. This is freaking scary.
Before all the psycho-babble began we were wondering if Gary Condit was a murderer and ruining his life and career, fer chrissakes. Now we're political experts?
We're just working stiffs, people. We dunno SQUAT. So let's get over ourselves and wake the hell up.
We get lied to a manipulated by both sides and all these doofs in office want it that way. They LIVE FOR THIS!
Dissent. It's what's for dinner! The terrorists have won, you clueless morons. Yes... I'm talking to YOU!
We're SCREWED, folks. Royally. And it may be too late to turn back now. JUST LOOK AT US! LISTEN TO US! Nobody has a discussion any more, just yelling punctuated by hateful rhetoric and snappy one liners.
So, just how do we "fix" this? How does it get "settled", once and for all? Well, there's only one true way to do it.
Civil War. Let's get it on!
I call for Civil War...NOW! Let's get it over with and get on with our lives. Red State vs Blue State. Right versus Left. Liberal versus conservative. Bring it!
Drop yer cocks and grab yer socks, folks. Lets just fight each other to the death. The party with the most people left standing wins! No holds barred, just like politics and the "news media". ANYTHING goes!
Then, depending on who wins, what's left of us can get on with stuff like raising a family, enjoying life and this beautiful planet we live on and pursuing our individual freedoms and happiness.
No need for political commentary as everyone will believe the same thing, or, they can live in a concentration camp with others that happen to live through the horror and still disagree with the "Ultimate Americans".
Shoot. At least state by state knife fights. Tie a liberal's left hand to a conservative's right hand and give 'em each a 6" hunting knife and let them have at it. You wanna' fight and yell and argue? So fight, wussies! I'll tape it and put it on You Tube!
We have SO MUCH promise and prosperity in this country. We have SO MUCH to be thankful for. There are SO MANY other issues we need to tend to rather than constantly bickering. Congress cannot get anything done as they spend their entire terms protecting their own party and personal interests.
When will we realize this and make REAL change?
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
I am sick and tired of politics. I have never seen this country so polarized from both sides by a such an enormous bunch of pompous, smug, smarmy, uneducated, smart-assed, loud mouthed mothereffing A-holes bent on nothing more than yelling and fighting with each other over frickin' POLITICS. EVERY SINGLE DAY. What the bloody hell has happened to my country?
And since when did the Hoi Poloi know ANYTHING about politics? When did the guy that played bass in a band with me a million years ago become an expert on universal health care options? When did the Facebook junkies learn anything about economic policy? Or how long has a realtor I know been a whiz at foreign policy?
We've proven time and time again that we don't really care what happens to this country by the number of people that DON'T vote. And now EVERYONE is a policy expert? Please. Make them stop, Daddy!
And those of you starting arguments because you just watched a show about one issue or another on one of the overblown "Cable News" programs can kiss my round nether region. You dunno anything more after watching that than you did before you watched. It is nothing but rumor, supposition and opinions from pundits. Sometimes outright lies. Both sides spew their own venom for ratings, sheeples!
And... if you think you're getting educated reading THIS, you are more than sorely mistaken. This is just MY opinion. And I dunno pooey, trust me.
I can't recall, at least pre- 9/11 anyways, REALLY having political discussions with ANYONE, let alone getting into heated debates about things political. We might have jawed about Clinton's romp with Monica... or the first Gulf War... or maybe some ridiculous piece of legislation a special interest group was trying to get passed. But never with such hatred and vitriol as I see on the internet and cable every single day. MAYBE during the Viet Nam war, but.... sheesh. This is freaking scary.
Before all the psycho-babble began we were wondering if Gary Condit was a murderer and ruining his life and career, fer chrissakes. Now we're political experts?
We're just working stiffs, people. We dunno SQUAT. So let's get over ourselves and wake the hell up.
We get lied to a manipulated by both sides and all these doofs in office want it that way. They LIVE FOR THIS!
Dissent. It's what's for dinner! The terrorists have won, you clueless morons. Yes... I'm talking to YOU!
We're SCREWED, folks. Royally. And it may be too late to turn back now. JUST LOOK AT US! LISTEN TO US! Nobody has a discussion any more, just yelling punctuated by hateful rhetoric and snappy one liners.
So, just how do we "fix" this? How does it get "settled", once and for all? Well, there's only one true way to do it.
Civil War. Let's get it on!
I call for Civil War...NOW! Let's get it over with and get on with our lives. Red State vs Blue State. Right versus Left. Liberal versus conservative. Bring it!
Drop yer cocks and grab yer socks, folks. Lets just fight each other to the death. The party with the most people left standing wins! No holds barred, just like politics and the "news media". ANYTHING goes!
Then, depending on who wins, what's left of us can get on with stuff like raising a family, enjoying life and this beautiful planet we live on and pursuing our individual freedoms and happiness.
No need for political commentary as everyone will believe the same thing, or, they can live in a concentration camp with others that happen to live through the horror and still disagree with the "Ultimate Americans".
Shoot. At least state by state knife fights. Tie a liberal's left hand to a conservative's right hand and give 'em each a 6" hunting knife and let them have at it. You wanna' fight and yell and argue? So fight, wussies! I'll tape it and put it on You Tube!
We have SO MUCH promise and prosperity in this country. We have SO MUCH to be thankful for. There are SO MANY other issues we need to tend to rather than constantly bickering. Congress cannot get anything done as they spend their entire terms protecting their own party and personal interests.
When will we realize this and make REAL change?
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
It's Christmas, Dammit!
Yeah, you heard me. I said Christmas, dammit. Whaddya' gonna' do about it?
It's Christmas-time! I'm getting a Christmas tree and I'm gonna' get Meemaw's Christmas decorations out of the garage and decorate that Christmas tree. Why, you ask?
Because it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! So sue me.
Sheesh! So what's up with the not calling Christmas Christmas? I must have slept right through the entire "Down With Christmas" movement and I see we moved right past the "Holiday-Challenged" types of phrases.
And... somebody was REALLY offended by calling it Christmas? REALLY? I guess I could understand a kid being frightened of a department store Santa or maybe an Atheist didn't want his kids to sing Silent Night at school, but... c'mon. To NOT call it Christmas is, well... so un-Christmas-like!
So if you are not a Christian, or even if you are a non-believer... it's still Christmas time, you little twerps. Get over it. Some people celebrate the birth of Christ, some don't. So WHAT?
Not once has anyone ever replied "how dare you" when I wished them a Merry Christmas. The reply is usually a hearty "you do the same" right back at me. Not ONE person has squared off to fight me when I wished them a Merry Christmas. Not ONE. I've never been sued for wishing anyone a Merry Christmas. Ever. None of my Jewish or Buddhist friends ever complained. Nary a one of them.
I know, I dig. It's a "religious" holiday. And God knows there are a LOT of different religions....
Christmas is Jesus' birthday. OK. Happy Birthday, Jesus! So we stop for a while and chill at the end of the year. Not such a bad idea, if you ask me. I really don't care who's birthday it is. I'll have a Stoli & surprise me, please! Egg Nog, anyone? Cheers!
And it would seem that at some point in history the whole world chose to celebrate December 25th. Long before I, or my grandparent's grandparents were born, so I'm good with the word "Christmas". Now, all of the sudden, it's an ISSUE?
Why? Have we become such pandering wussies to the point where everything... every single thing just HAS to be politically correct? Even CHRISTMAS?!?!?!? Egads! And some are now making it a political issue! (Watch out for them.)
You wanna' work Christmas day and the entire week that follows? Be my guest. I can't watch your kids, though. I'm busy that week celebrating CHRISTMAS along with the coming New Year.
Tell ya' what.... if we simply must complain about Christmas, how about complaining about what a commerce-driven, disingenuous, guilt-ridden time of the year it has become?
Or why the winter holidays in general seem to piss us off to the point of some people dread having to visit their own families.
Or why suicides are up dramatically during this time of the year.
Let's bitch about why Christmas seems to be the only time of the year that we think about those less fortunate than ourselves. Or the elderly. Or our troops overseas. Or about being tolerant of one other.
Let's talk about the credit card debt a lot of us get into at Christmas. Or whine about the cost of a Christmas tree these days. Or the fact that it is November 19th and the Christmas ad campaigns have been on for two weeks already... and I am posting this diatribe now.
But to not call it Christmas? Not in my lifetime, buddy!
You can have my Christmas tree when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
It's Christmas-time! I'm getting a Christmas tree and I'm gonna' get Meemaw's Christmas decorations out of the garage and decorate that Christmas tree. Why, you ask?
Because it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! So sue me.
Sheesh! So what's up with the not calling Christmas Christmas? I must have slept right through the entire "Down With Christmas" movement and I see we moved right past the "Holiday-Challenged" types of phrases.
And... somebody was REALLY offended by calling it Christmas? REALLY? I guess I could understand a kid being frightened of a department store Santa or maybe an Atheist didn't want his kids to sing Silent Night at school, but... c'mon. To NOT call it Christmas is, well... so un-Christmas-like!
So if you are not a Christian, or even if you are a non-believer... it's still Christmas time, you little twerps. Get over it. Some people celebrate the birth of Christ, some don't. So WHAT?
Not once has anyone ever replied "how dare you" when I wished them a Merry Christmas. The reply is usually a hearty "you do the same" right back at me. Not ONE person has squared off to fight me when I wished them a Merry Christmas. Not ONE. I've never been sued for wishing anyone a Merry Christmas. Ever. None of my Jewish or Buddhist friends ever complained. Nary a one of them.
I know, I dig. It's a "religious" holiday. And God knows there are a LOT of different religions....
Christmas is Jesus' birthday. OK. Happy Birthday, Jesus! So we stop for a while and chill at the end of the year. Not such a bad idea, if you ask me. I really don't care who's birthday it is. I'll have a Stoli & surprise me, please! Egg Nog, anyone? Cheers!
And it would seem that at some point in history the whole world chose to celebrate December 25th. Long before I, or my grandparent's grandparents were born, so I'm good with the word "Christmas". Now, all of the sudden, it's an ISSUE?
Why? Have we become such pandering wussies to the point where everything... every single thing just HAS to be politically correct? Even CHRISTMAS?!?!?!? Egads! And some are now making it a political issue! (Watch out for them.)
You wanna' work Christmas day and the entire week that follows? Be my guest. I can't watch your kids, though. I'm busy that week celebrating CHRISTMAS along with the coming New Year.
Tell ya' what.... if we simply must complain about Christmas, how about complaining about what a commerce-driven, disingenuous, guilt-ridden time of the year it has become?
Or why the winter holidays in general seem to piss us off to the point of some people dread having to visit their own families.
Or why suicides are up dramatically during this time of the year.
Let's bitch about why Christmas seems to be the only time of the year that we think about those less fortunate than ourselves. Or the elderly. Or our troops overseas. Or about being tolerant of one other.
Let's talk about the credit card debt a lot of us get into at Christmas. Or whine about the cost of a Christmas tree these days. Or the fact that it is November 19th and the Christmas ad campaigns have been on for two weeks already... and I am posting this diatribe now.
But to not call it Christmas? Not in my lifetime, buddy!
You can have my Christmas tree when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
This just in.... President Obama Resigns!
President Obama Resigns
Quits after repeated efforts to get something done in this country are consistently met with resistance.
Washington, DC. Nov. 17, 2009- President Barack Obama announced today that he is resigning the office of the Presidency effective immediately.
Sources close to the president say he has “had enough already” and wants out. One source quoted the president as saying “fuck ‘em. They want better health care? Get John Boehner to get it for them. Tell Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity to fucking pay for it, fix it… whatever. I’m sick of this shit. Fuck these people”.
Longtime Obama supporters, while stunned it comes less than a year into his term, are not all that surprised.
“He told me that Americans apparently don’t want really change after all” and that people can “suck my dick” one woman said, speaking under the condition of anonymity as she is still employed as the Speaker of the House.
The President told a family friend that the attention STILL being poured on Sarah Palin was the “last fucking straw”.
“If they want that bitch to run this goddamned thing, fuck it. Fine. If not, fuck that. I’m out of here” the President is reported to have said.
Republicans quickly responded with a statement saying that “Hey, ease up, my brother. We are SUPPOSED to oppose everything you do. You’re a Democrat and that is what we do”.
One ranking Republican, also speaking anonymously... as they so often do, added “Please don’t go, Mr. President. We really don’t have a better idea. We're stumped.”
Vice President Joe Biden was napping and had no comment at the time of this story.
OK. This is satire. I made it up. I'm being "funny".
But what if he just woke up one day and quit. I can't honestly say I'd blame him.
Never in my lifetime have I seen both sides endlessly attack a sitting President... guilty only of trying to make a difference. I know... there will always be critcism. And I have a few of him of my own. But, jeez... let the man get his job done. If after four years you're not happy, vote him out. But give him a CHANCE to do the right things.
The 24/7 attacks on nearly everything he does really bothers me. The man inherited a shit sandwich. Give him a chance to get out and buy a case of ketchup, fer chrissakes!
We need to get over this right vs. left shit in this country. We need leaders that want to help US, not advance their political agendas. Argue the issues.
Quit arguing with EACH OTHER. We're ALL in this TOGETHER.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
Quits after repeated efforts to get something done in this country are consistently met with resistance.
Washington, DC. Nov. 17, 2009- President Barack Obama announced today that he is resigning the office of the Presidency effective immediately.
Sources close to the president say he has “had enough already” and wants out. One source quoted the president as saying “fuck ‘em. They want better health care? Get John Boehner to get it for them. Tell Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity to fucking pay for it, fix it… whatever. I’m sick of this shit. Fuck these people”.
Longtime Obama supporters, while stunned it comes less than a year into his term, are not all that surprised.
“He told me that Americans apparently don’t want really change after all” and that people can “suck my dick” one woman said, speaking under the condition of anonymity as she is still employed as the Speaker of the House.
The President told a family friend that the attention STILL being poured on Sarah Palin was the “last fucking straw”.
“If they want that bitch to run this goddamned thing, fuck it. Fine. If not, fuck that. I’m out of here” the President is reported to have said.
Republicans quickly responded with a statement saying that “Hey, ease up, my brother. We are SUPPOSED to oppose everything you do. You’re a Democrat and that is what we do”.
One ranking Republican, also speaking anonymously... as they so often do, added “Please don’t go, Mr. President. We really don’t have a better idea. We're stumped.”
Vice President Joe Biden was napping and had no comment at the time of this story.
OK. This is satire. I made it up. I'm being "funny".
But what if he just woke up one day and quit. I can't honestly say I'd blame him.
Never in my lifetime have I seen both sides endlessly attack a sitting President... guilty only of trying to make a difference. I know... there will always be critcism. And I have a few of him of my own. But, jeez... let the man get his job done. If after four years you're not happy, vote him out. But give him a CHANCE to do the right things.
The 24/7 attacks on nearly everything he does really bothers me. The man inherited a shit sandwich. Give him a chance to get out and buy a case of ketchup, fer chrissakes!
We need to get over this right vs. left shit in this country. We need leaders that want to help US, not advance their political agendas. Argue the issues.
Quit arguing with EACH OTHER. We're ALL in this TOGETHER.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Postal Service Sucks. Here's why...
I regularly buy and sell gear as part of my business. I ship a lot of stuff throughout the year and have been through the ringer with all the major carriers. UPS, FedEx, DHL and now the USPS. They all have screwed something or other up to the point where I felt the need to correspond with their customer service divisions.
My latest battle is with the USPS. They have an online site where a person can "click n' ship" from their homes, which is, admittedly, a good thing. Free pickup service and competitive rates. So what's the problem?
I'll tell you. The other day I needed to ship a small package to Germany to a fella that bought a piece of gear of mine online. I signed on to my account and went through all the proper procedures to ship the package.
At the end of their transaction process is a "print label" function. Once you have downloaded the label and print it correctly there is a prompt for "yes, my label printed and you can charge my credit card" and "no, it did not print correctly and do not charge my card". I had to hit "no" several times in order to get the label to print. It finally did and I hit the "yes, charge my card" button.
I got the package off and it is en route to Germany. A day later, as I checked my online account for this particular card, I found out that I had been charged the $69.92 ELEVEN TIMES.
I emailed their customer service people and, well.... read for yourself what happened.
My original email:
To whom:
You charged me several times for one shipment. I had tons of trouble printing the airbill and checked the "no the label didn't print and do not charge my card" box every time.
Please take these charges back IMMEDIATELY!!!!!
Regards,
Frank Blunt
Response #1:
Dear Mr. Blunt,
I have received your inquiry regarding the charges to your account. I ask that you please review your statement and look for the word "Pending" following the amount. This would mean that these transactions have not yet completed, the amount was only "blocked" and your charges will drop off your statement in accordance to your Terms of Service from your banking institution.
Typically banking policies state that these "PENDING" charges can remain for up to 10 days on your account before being released back the account. Also, please check to see if you received a confirmation email for these charges? You should always receive an email from USPS confirming any completed transactions.
I ask that you wait the 10 days to see if these charges appear on your statement as "COMPLETED". If your charges should show as "COMPLETE", please contact your bank or credit card company to dispute the charge. Unfortunately, I can only process refunds where your account shows the transaction as "COMPLETED".
I hope you find this information helpful,
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
Sir
This is an unacceptable response.
It CLEARLY gives me the choice of saying "yes, my label printed/charge my card" and " no, do not charge my card".
NO CHARGE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE UNLESS I HIT THE "YES" BUTTON. PERIOD.
A hold of nearly $600 in times like these is completely unacceptable.
Fix it. NOW. As of 3:48 CST today TWO OF THESE HAVE BEEN PAID WITH ONE PENDING.
FIX THIS.
Disgruntled, Frank Blunt
Response #2:
Dear Mr. Blunt
Thank you for contacting the USPS Internet Customer Care Center. I will be glad to assist you in obtaining a label refund but I will need you to supply me the below information in order to process your online shipping label refund request. Please reply to this email after filling out the required information below:
1. Your name:
2. Username/Account Number:
3. Transaction number:
4. Label number(s):
5. Cost of label:
If you are unable to provide any of the required information, your request will be denied.
Please note that refund requests can only be made within 60 days from the print date of your label. If your request is beyond 60 days from the print date, you will not qualify for a refund.
If you did not receive the confirmation email after creating the label and you believe you were charged for a label you did not use, fill in the list above to the best of your ability.
I regret that I am unable to process refund requests for pending and allocated charges. These charges may take 7 - 10 days to drop off your charge account, depending on your financial institution's policy.
I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
1.Frank Blunt
2. Blunt Productions/346XXXXX
3. 134587404/ 134593660
4. EC945152495US/EC945149593US
5. $69.92/$69.92
FIX THIS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS AS YOUR WEBSITE CLEARLY OFFERS A YES OR NO RESPONSE.
Really disgruntled customer,
Frank Blunt
Response #3:
Dear Customer, (I'm no longer "Mr. Blunt". Just a lowly ol' customer...)
Thank you for contacting the USPS Internet Customer Care Center. I have processed your refund and ask that you allow 10-14 days for the credit to show up in your credit card account. Should you have any further questions or concerns, please feel free to contact us again.
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
BOO! HISS!
BS!
I'll think twice before I use USPS for shipping again.
Your website CLEARLY gave me the option of NOT CHARGING MY CARD yet you CHARGED IT ANYWAY!
Unacceptable business practices!
Frank Blunt
Response #4:
Dear Customer,
Thank you very much for your message. We are always happy to receive feedback and insights from our customers, and we appreciate your taking the time to write us.
The opinions of our customers are valuable and have been catalysts in the continuous improvement of our products. We will make sure your message is routed to the appropriate personnel for review.
We would like to thank you for your continued support of USPS programs. If you have further questions, please contact us again.
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
Dear "Dwight"
What a crock. Your "service" is spotty, at best and my "feedback" is negative and want you to "route it" to somebody who will issue an IMMEDIATE REFUND for these BOGUS CHARGES.
My "opinion" matters not to you so this ridiculous, computer generated attempt at telling me how much you "value" my patronage makes me "vomit" a bit in my mouth.
My "support" for you is "waning". The "person" that will "review" this needs to make IMMEDIATE AMENDS with me.
Period.
Frank Blunt
Response #5:
Dear Customer,
Please accept my apologies for the frustration you are experiencing. I work closely with our development team in order to improve service. The opinions of our customers are invaluable and have been catalysts in the continuous improvement of our products. I will make sure your message is routed to the appropriate personnel for review.
You may also choose to contact your local Consumer Affairs and Claims Office. Phone numbers for local Consumer Affairs and Claims Offices are listed in your telephone book with other Postal Service numbers.
Below, I have included the mailing address of the main office:
Office of the Consumer Advocate
United States Postal Service
475 L'Enfant Plaza SW Rm 5812
Washington DC 20260-6230
I would like to thank you for your support of USPS programs. If you have other questions, please contact me again.
Thank you,
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
Here's how this works.
Your site screwed up... you refund my money.
I'm not calling/writing/emailing anyone else.
FIX THIS.
Sheesh... no wonder this country is in the pooper these days. CRAP LIKE THIS? Ya THINK?
Frank Blunt
Response #6:
As yet to arrive.
Does anyone else think "Dwight" even exists? I don't. And the responses to an obviously flawed website are complete crocks o' shite!
So, Dwight... go fuck yourself and refund my fucking money. NOW.
Frank Blunt ©2009 All Rights Reserved
My latest battle is with the USPS. They have an online site where a person can "click n' ship" from their homes, which is, admittedly, a good thing. Free pickup service and competitive rates. So what's the problem?
I'll tell you. The other day I needed to ship a small package to Germany to a fella that bought a piece of gear of mine online. I signed on to my account and went through all the proper procedures to ship the package.
At the end of their transaction process is a "print label" function. Once you have downloaded the label and print it correctly there is a prompt for "yes, my label printed and you can charge my credit card" and "no, it did not print correctly and do not charge my card". I had to hit "no" several times in order to get the label to print. It finally did and I hit the "yes, charge my card" button.
I got the package off and it is en route to Germany. A day later, as I checked my online account for this particular card, I found out that I had been charged the $69.92 ELEVEN TIMES.
I emailed their customer service people and, well.... read for yourself what happened.
My original email:
To whom:
You charged me several times for one shipment. I had tons of trouble printing the airbill and checked the "no the label didn't print and do not charge my card" box every time.
Please take these charges back IMMEDIATELY!!!!!
Regards,
Frank Blunt
Response #1:
Dear Mr. Blunt,
I have received your inquiry regarding the charges to your account. I ask that you please review your statement and look for the word "Pending" following the amount. This would mean that these transactions have not yet completed, the amount was only "blocked" and your charges will drop off your statement in accordance to your Terms of Service from your banking institution.
Typically banking policies state that these "PENDING" charges can remain for up to 10 days on your account before being released back the account. Also, please check to see if you received a confirmation email for these charges? You should always receive an email from USPS confirming any completed transactions.
I ask that you wait the 10 days to see if these charges appear on your statement as "COMPLETED". If your charges should show as "COMPLETE", please contact your bank or credit card company to dispute the charge. Unfortunately, I can only process refunds where your account shows the transaction as "COMPLETED".
I hope you find this information helpful,
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
Sir
This is an unacceptable response.
It CLEARLY gives me the choice of saying "yes, my label printed/charge my card" and " no, do not charge my card".
NO CHARGE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE UNLESS I HIT THE "YES" BUTTON. PERIOD.
A hold of nearly $600 in times like these is completely unacceptable.
Fix it. NOW. As of 3:48 CST today TWO OF THESE HAVE BEEN PAID WITH ONE PENDING.
FIX THIS.
Disgruntled, Frank Blunt
Response #2:
Dear Mr. Blunt
Thank you for contacting the USPS Internet Customer Care Center. I will be glad to assist you in obtaining a label refund but I will need you to supply me the below information in order to process your online shipping label refund request. Please reply to this email after filling out the required information below:
1. Your name:
2. Username/Account Number:
3. Transaction number:
4. Label number(s):
5. Cost of label:
If you are unable to provide any of the required information, your request will be denied.
Please note that refund requests can only be made within 60 days from the print date of your label. If your request is beyond 60 days from the print date, you will not qualify for a refund.
If you did not receive the confirmation email after creating the label and you believe you were charged for a label you did not use, fill in the list above to the best of your ability.
I regret that I am unable to process refund requests for pending and allocated charges. These charges may take 7 - 10 days to drop off your charge account, depending on your financial institution's policy.
I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
1.Frank Blunt
2. Blunt Productions/346XXXXX
3. 134587404/ 134593660
4. EC945152495US/EC945149593US
5. $69.92/$69.92
FIX THIS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS AS YOUR WEBSITE CLEARLY OFFERS A YES OR NO RESPONSE.
Really disgruntled customer,
Frank Blunt
Response #3:
Dear Customer, (I'm no longer "Mr. Blunt". Just a lowly ol' customer...)
Thank you for contacting the USPS Internet Customer Care Center. I have processed your refund and ask that you allow 10-14 days for the credit to show up in your credit card account. Should you have any further questions or concerns, please feel free to contact us again.
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
BOO! HISS!
BS!
I'll think twice before I use USPS for shipping again.
Your website CLEARLY gave me the option of NOT CHARGING MY CARD yet you CHARGED IT ANYWAY!
Unacceptable business practices!
Frank Blunt
Response #4:
Dear Customer,
Thank you very much for your message. We are always happy to receive feedback and insights from our customers, and we appreciate your taking the time to write us.
The opinions of our customers are valuable and have been catalysts in the continuous improvement of our products. We will make sure your message is routed to the appropriate personnel for review.
We would like to thank you for your continued support of USPS programs. If you have further questions, please contact us again.
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
Dear "Dwight"
What a crock. Your "service" is spotty, at best and my "feedback" is negative and want you to "route it" to somebody who will issue an IMMEDIATE REFUND for these BOGUS CHARGES.
My "opinion" matters not to you so this ridiculous, computer generated attempt at telling me how much you "value" my patronage makes me "vomit" a bit in my mouth.
My "support" for you is "waning". The "person" that will "review" this needs to make IMMEDIATE AMENDS with me.
Period.
Frank Blunt
Response #5:
Dear Customer,
Please accept my apologies for the frustration you are experiencing. I work closely with our development team in order to improve service. The opinions of our customers are invaluable and have been catalysts in the continuous improvement of our products. I will make sure your message is routed to the appropriate personnel for review.
You may also choose to contact your local Consumer Affairs and Claims Office. Phone numbers for local Consumer Affairs and Claims Offices are listed in your telephone book with other Postal Service numbers.
Below, I have included the mailing address of the main office:
Office of the Consumer Advocate
United States Postal Service
475 L'Enfant Plaza SW Rm 5812
Washington DC 20260-6230
I would like to thank you for your support of USPS programs. If you have other questions, please contact me again.
Thank you,
Dwight
USPS Internet Customer Care Center
My response:
Here's how this works.
Your site screwed up... you refund my money.
I'm not calling/writing/emailing anyone else.
FIX THIS.
Sheesh... no wonder this country is in the pooper these days. CRAP LIKE THIS? Ya THINK?
Frank Blunt
Response #6:
As yet to arrive.
Does anyone else think "Dwight" even exists? I don't. And the responses to an obviously flawed website are complete crocks o' shite!
So, Dwight... go fuck yourself and refund my fucking money. NOW.
Frank Blunt ©2009 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I can't quit you, babe.
Damn. I feel terrible.
Heaviness in my chest, nagging cough. My hands fall asleep when I lie down. I gotta' quit, man.
You'd think having a heart attack in December of 2004 would have done it. Nope. Two stents later I still fire up just under a pack a day.
I did quit in 2000 for nine months and bought a pack of cowboy killers on vacation, thinking I could smoke "casually". Right...
I KNOW it is most likely killing me. I KNOW it smells terrible and is a pretty expensive habit to keep. I KNOW my clothes, breath and hair stink because of it. Even my dogs don't like it when I smoke... outside on the patio. But I can't quit!
Heart attack aside, I've tried the patch, the gum, auriculotherapy and hypnotism. Nothing has worked. The auriculotherapy just made my ears ring and the hypnotist was so bad that every time I talked about him I had to light one up. I just ran outside to smoke one as I write this! I can't quit!
I was born in 1955 and most likely was breast fed while my mom had a Salem hanging out of her mouth. Every single one of my close relatives smoked. Anywhere/everywhere. Winter car trips were smoke-fueled excursions that surely fueled my adult addiction. Dinner was about who could finish first and fire one up. Photos from that era all show either someone smoking or holding a cig, a pack in someone's pocket, a decorative ashtray or stand-up lighter or one of those jeweled women's smoking purses. Hell, there's even one picture of a 1965 Christmas tree spread featuring a carton of Camels for Dad and a carton of Salems for Mom. Give the gift that keeps on killing! dad died in 1984 at barely 49 and Mom hung on, barely, until she was 62 in 1997. Still quite young by today's standards.
But it was a different time and television had ads running all the time for smoking. "5 out of 7 Doctors smoke Camels". Sports heroes touted their favorite brands and cartoon ads enticed all of us youngsters to smoke. It was 'cool" to smoke. I didn't smoke until I was 17, but some of my friends were already 3-4 years into their smoking careers. They looked cool but smelled funny.
You could smoke anywhere. Airports, restaurants, baseball parks. Anywhere. Stores had ashtrays on every aisle and newsreels of the day even showed people smoking in Congress! Baseball players smoked in the locker room and the smell coming from the teacher's lounge reached throughout my high school. I remember teachers smoking on buses during field trips and my childhood doctor would smoke while he was examining me.
Now you can't smoke anywhere, even in a bar! Smokers are forced outside and, quite frankly, make it worse on themselves by sucking down two because they don't know when the next one will get smoked. During airport layovers I found myself smoking 3-4 rapidly so I could make the next flight, uncertain of what delays I may encounter that would keep me from this nasty beast of a habit. Nothing is funkier than the smell of an airport smoking lounge, where the acoustic tiles have turned yellow and brown from the toxins and tar. Now even those are disappearing.
We knew, as early as the 50's, that smoking was very bad for you. We now know the tobacco companies dosed us with nicotine, the prime addictive ingredient in cigarettes, to keep us coming back for more. But I still can't quit.
I have tried to place the blame on my parents, tobacco companies and the world in which we lived in but the fact remains that it is MY habit and I need to stop. I can't remember how many times I've said "as soon as I'm done with this project, or this road trip or this crisis, I'm gonna' quit". I can't quit!
My brother, who survived a nearly deadly run-in with cancer, has also gotten back on the horse. So I don't feel so bad that I can't stop, as he had cancer and couldn't quit while I only had a heart attack and cannot quit.
And that is a crock. Because I need to quit.
And please... non-smokers, particularly those who never smoked, can't even begin to understand what trying to quit this demon is all about. It sucks you in as you suck it in and I can't stop. You have NO IDEA what this demon is like. So don't start with me! I CAN'T QUIT!
Hopefully this year, if I don't die from a smoking-related disease, I can put all this together in my head and get this job done. I DO want to stop. I DO want to eat better and exercise more often. Maybe I'll start this week. Maybe next.
Gotta' go... I need a smoke.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt
All Rights Reserved
Heaviness in my chest, nagging cough. My hands fall asleep when I lie down. I gotta' quit, man.
You'd think having a heart attack in December of 2004 would have done it. Nope. Two stents later I still fire up just under a pack a day.
I did quit in 2000 for nine months and bought a pack of cowboy killers on vacation, thinking I could smoke "casually". Right...
I KNOW it is most likely killing me. I KNOW it smells terrible and is a pretty expensive habit to keep. I KNOW my clothes, breath and hair stink because of it. Even my dogs don't like it when I smoke... outside on the patio. But I can't quit!
Heart attack aside, I've tried the patch, the gum, auriculotherapy and hypnotism. Nothing has worked. The auriculotherapy just made my ears ring and the hypnotist was so bad that every time I talked about him I had to light one up. I just ran outside to smoke one as I write this! I can't quit!
I was born in 1955 and most likely was breast fed while my mom had a Salem hanging out of her mouth. Every single one of my close relatives smoked. Anywhere/everywhere. Winter car trips were smoke-fueled excursions that surely fueled my adult addiction. Dinner was about who could finish first and fire one up. Photos from that era all show either someone smoking or holding a cig, a pack in someone's pocket, a decorative ashtray or stand-up lighter or one of those jeweled women's smoking purses. Hell, there's even one picture of a 1965 Christmas tree spread featuring a carton of Camels for Dad and a carton of Salems for Mom. Give the gift that keeps on killing! dad died in 1984 at barely 49 and Mom hung on, barely, until she was 62 in 1997. Still quite young by today's standards.
But it was a different time and television had ads running all the time for smoking. "5 out of 7 Doctors smoke Camels". Sports heroes touted their favorite brands and cartoon ads enticed all of us youngsters to smoke. It was 'cool" to smoke. I didn't smoke until I was 17, but some of my friends were already 3-4 years into their smoking careers. They looked cool but smelled funny.
You could smoke anywhere. Airports, restaurants, baseball parks. Anywhere. Stores had ashtrays on every aisle and newsreels of the day even showed people smoking in Congress! Baseball players smoked in the locker room and the smell coming from the teacher's lounge reached throughout my high school. I remember teachers smoking on buses during field trips and my childhood doctor would smoke while he was examining me.
Now you can't smoke anywhere, even in a bar! Smokers are forced outside and, quite frankly, make it worse on themselves by sucking down two because they don't know when the next one will get smoked. During airport layovers I found myself smoking 3-4 rapidly so I could make the next flight, uncertain of what delays I may encounter that would keep me from this nasty beast of a habit. Nothing is funkier than the smell of an airport smoking lounge, where the acoustic tiles have turned yellow and brown from the toxins and tar. Now even those are disappearing.
We knew, as early as the 50's, that smoking was very bad for you. We now know the tobacco companies dosed us with nicotine, the prime addictive ingredient in cigarettes, to keep us coming back for more. But I still can't quit.
I have tried to place the blame on my parents, tobacco companies and the world in which we lived in but the fact remains that it is MY habit and I need to stop. I can't remember how many times I've said "as soon as I'm done with this project, or this road trip or this crisis, I'm gonna' quit". I can't quit!
My brother, who survived a nearly deadly run-in with cancer, has also gotten back on the horse. So I don't feel so bad that I can't stop, as he had cancer and couldn't quit while I only had a heart attack and cannot quit.
And that is a crock. Because I need to quit.
And please... non-smokers, particularly those who never smoked, can't even begin to understand what trying to quit this demon is all about. It sucks you in as you suck it in and I can't stop. You have NO IDEA what this demon is like. So don't start with me! I CAN'T QUIT!
Hopefully this year, if I don't die from a smoking-related disease, I can put all this together in my head and get this job done. I DO want to stop. I DO want to eat better and exercise more often. Maybe I'll start this week. Maybe next.
Gotta' go... I need a smoke.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt
All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sucker!
Forgive my ranting. Or venting, as it were... I wrote this a few years back when I first started thinking about blogging.
I was the last guy that I thought that would ever get a cell phone. And I waited forever to get a computer.
I didn't get online until, gasp, 1995 and didn't get a cell phone until late in 1998! (Remember how unhip it was to be on AOL or to not have a cell phone? All of the sudden this was so very important?)
But I eventually hopped on the bandwagon. With a vengeance.
I now suck on the technological nipple, among many others, daily. 24/7. Because I am, along with many of my fellow Americans, a Sucker.
When my first (used) Mac was purchased (Yes, I'm simply too stupid to use a Windows computer...), it was already obsolete. So I just HAD to have the newer one! I broke down and bought the newfangled PowerMac. Then it was obsolete, or "slow', as they say in computer speak, in less than two years. And slow means I gotta buy a new one. So I did. 'Cos I'm a Sucker. Then another. Then that one had to be replaced. Then another. And another one. Sucker that I am.
And now? I am now the proud owner of five, yessir, FIVE Mac computers! All are reasonably current. I think.
But they all need hardware interfaces that don't come with the damn thing....so I have to pony up even more cash. Sucker. And just buying the software, and any related hardware accessories, just is never enough. Is it, Sucker?
Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you have to download an upgrade before you can use the damn program. Ever read a user agreement that opens before installation? Here's what it says, in a nutshell: If anything goes wrong, tough shit, Sucker.
Oh, by the way... all these computers need other gadgets to function. This little 'puter does audio, this little 'puter does video. This little laptop does bookkeeping and this one goes wee on the road. Sucker. That's right, here it here first... I can't fathom ever staying anywhere without having high speed, WIRELESS DAMMIT, Internet access! Because I'm a Sucker!!!
And now you have to BUY a warranty for the freakin' things! They're not good enough to work forever, as we have already learned, so you have next to zero support or service unless you pay for another suckerworthy gem corporate America dreamed up...the Extended Service Warranty! SUCKER!!!!
Apparently everything needs an Extended Service Warranty now. NOTHING has a reasonable life expectancy any longer. Cars. Houses. Appliances. Cell phones. Urgh.
Cell phones. And what a lovely contribution to evolution THOSE turned out to be. I know people who hover over theirs. Absolutely RULED by them. Some sort of chronic masturbatory affectation, if you ask me. I have one for when I leave the house. Because I may need to take a picture. Of some asshole on their cell phone. SUCKERS!!!!!
Ya gotta' love the headset cell phone wankers, though. Whenever I see someone with a cell phone headset or a blue thingy sticking out or their ear...I think to myself "Roger, Houston. This person has a problem." I especially love walking up to someone from the opposite side of their device. They seem somewhat, umm, excuse my very un-PC description, slightly retarded. They might as well be cacking up a hairball while they're wearing those stupid looking things.
I would venture a guess that every one of those people would buy a cell phone that you shove up your ass if somebody else bought one first.
And puhleez... if I see one more overly tanned, siliconically enhanced bimbo cradling one in her hand as if her very being depended on it being in her grasp... I'm gonna' shoot myself in the face. Who the Hell are these girls waiting to talk to??? I know who. Some doofus with a backwards baseball cap, tattoos and a goatee. That's who. (My wife says guys with goatees look like they have an asshole on their face. And, by golly, when you think about it...)
Who ARE these people?
I'll tell ya who they are... they're Suckers. Every damn one of 'em.
By the way... if you bought your cell phone within the last couple of years or so, SOMEBODY knows where you're at. There is a GPS in your phone, Sucker.
And speaking of phones, how many of you stood in line for hours to buy a phone...for $600-800... a PHONE... A MOTHEREFFIN' PHONE... that also allows us to surf the Web and watch videos. Suckers!
Great. The fuckstick in the black Escalade that swerves through three lanes, with no turn signal, yacking on his cell phone...doing EIGHTY... is now also checking his email or watching Girls Gone Wild on YouTube. Nice. Soon to be DEAD Suckers.
And why are we sucking? I dunno. We seem like reasonably smart people. We just happened to create all these ridiculous gizmos that we all must have to amuse ourselves with, times being so terrible.
We're BIG Suckers. Fueling a bunch of greed merchants that feed on our sucking. And guess what? They will continue to do this until we... stop... sucking... their... teat.
We're living in a country that should have the best of everything and yet daily we continue to baffle and amuse the rest of the world. Go figure.
But what do I know? Nothing.
I'm just another Sucker.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
I was the last guy that I thought that would ever get a cell phone. And I waited forever to get a computer.
I didn't get online until, gasp, 1995 and didn't get a cell phone until late in 1998! (Remember how unhip it was to be on AOL or to not have a cell phone? All of the sudden this was so very important?)
But I eventually hopped on the bandwagon. With a vengeance.
I now suck on the technological nipple, among many others, daily. 24/7. Because I am, along with many of my fellow Americans, a Sucker.
When my first (used) Mac was purchased (Yes, I'm simply too stupid to use a Windows computer...), it was already obsolete. So I just HAD to have the newer one! I broke down and bought the newfangled PowerMac. Then it was obsolete, or "slow', as they say in computer speak, in less than two years. And slow means I gotta buy a new one. So I did. 'Cos I'm a Sucker. Then another. Then that one had to be replaced. Then another. And another one. Sucker that I am.
And now? I am now the proud owner of five, yessir, FIVE Mac computers! All are reasonably current. I think.
But they all need hardware interfaces that don't come with the damn thing....so I have to pony up even more cash. Sucker. And just buying the software, and any related hardware accessories, just is never enough. Is it, Sucker?
Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you have to download an upgrade before you can use the damn program. Ever read a user agreement that opens before installation? Here's what it says, in a nutshell: If anything goes wrong, tough shit, Sucker.
Oh, by the way... all these computers need other gadgets to function. This little 'puter does audio, this little 'puter does video. This little laptop does bookkeeping and this one goes wee on the road. Sucker. That's right, here it here first... I can't fathom ever staying anywhere without having high speed, WIRELESS DAMMIT, Internet access! Because I'm a Sucker!!!
And now you have to BUY a warranty for the freakin' things! They're not good enough to work forever, as we have already learned, so you have next to zero support or service unless you pay for another suckerworthy gem corporate America dreamed up...the Extended Service Warranty! SUCKER!!!!
Apparently everything needs an Extended Service Warranty now. NOTHING has a reasonable life expectancy any longer. Cars. Houses. Appliances. Cell phones. Urgh.
Cell phones. And what a lovely contribution to evolution THOSE turned out to be. I know people who hover over theirs. Absolutely RULED by them. Some sort of chronic masturbatory affectation, if you ask me. I have one for when I leave the house. Because I may need to take a picture. Of some asshole on their cell phone. SUCKERS!!!!!
Ya gotta' love the headset cell phone wankers, though. Whenever I see someone with a cell phone headset or a blue thingy sticking out or their ear...I think to myself "Roger, Houston. This person has a problem." I especially love walking up to someone from the opposite side of their device. They seem somewhat, umm, excuse my very un-PC description, slightly retarded. They might as well be cacking up a hairball while they're wearing those stupid looking things.
I would venture a guess that every one of those people would buy a cell phone that you shove up your ass if somebody else bought one first.
And puhleez... if I see one more overly tanned, siliconically enhanced bimbo cradling one in her hand as if her very being depended on it being in her grasp... I'm gonna' shoot myself in the face. Who the Hell are these girls waiting to talk to??? I know who. Some doofus with a backwards baseball cap, tattoos and a goatee. That's who. (My wife says guys with goatees look like they have an asshole on their face. And, by golly, when you think about it...)
Who ARE these people?
I'll tell ya who they are... they're Suckers. Every damn one of 'em.
By the way... if you bought your cell phone within the last couple of years or so, SOMEBODY knows where you're at. There is a GPS in your phone, Sucker.
And speaking of phones, how many of you stood in line for hours to buy a phone...for $600-800... a PHONE... A MOTHEREFFIN' PHONE... that also allows us to surf the Web and watch videos. Suckers!
Great. The fuckstick in the black Escalade that swerves through three lanes, with no turn signal, yacking on his cell phone...doing EIGHTY... is now also checking his email or watching Girls Gone Wild on YouTube. Nice. Soon to be DEAD Suckers.
And why are we sucking? I dunno. We seem like reasonably smart people. We just happened to create all these ridiculous gizmos that we all must have to amuse ourselves with, times being so terrible.
We're BIG Suckers. Fueling a bunch of greed merchants that feed on our sucking. And guess what? They will continue to do this until we... stop... sucking... their... teat.
We're living in a country that should have the best of everything and yet daily we continue to baffle and amuse the rest of the world. Go figure.
But what do I know? Nothing.
I'm just another Sucker.
Frank Blunt
©2009 Frank Blunt All Rights Reserved
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