Nix the Vixen's blog: "A ranting Nix"

(One rule- if you read it, please comment!) I often spend a great amount of driving time reading bumper stickers, I guess that's normal in rush hour traffic. Yesterday I passed by a woman who had a "yes on prop 204, stop animal cruelty" bumper sticker. This rant is two parts.... First animal cruelty. It's an unfortunate fact that we kill and torture animals, the justifications are varied and many. From food, to medical advances, to sport... Personally, I don't like the idea of killing anything, who honestly does? I'm the kind of person who will run an old lady off the damn road for driving too slow, but bring home orphaned ducks to raise them by hand. (twisted sense of morals, huh?) But guess what? I love me some steak. I love leather, I love suede, I love a great piece of fresh backstrap... my teeth were made for eating flesh. I don't want to see my food killed, but I'm not going to complain about the way it's killed. Get over this whole inhumane farming thing. It's going to die and end up in your stomach, don't like it? Don't eat it. Idiot. Also, don't take insulin, because thanks to animals, that's how a medical miracle was achieved. Hell, don't take any type of medication, also don't wash your hair, wear lipstick, belts, eat jello, or color with crayons. Which brings me to the second part of this rant.... As I pulled along side this pseudo-do-gooder, in her Lexus... I spied the interior of her car. ALL LEATHER! Fucking hypocrite. Another idiot in need of a reality check.

(You read it- you comment! Even if you hate it!) I hate women. In general they're retarded. Yeah, I know I'm going to get shit over this rant because it seems hypocritical that a woman would show disdain for her own sex. Bite me. The female body (with a few exceptions) is the most beautiful thing to look at ... women could have the opportunity to rule the world, to be great ... looks and brains, add a little seduction and charm, that's a powerful combination. Unfortunately the brains are lacking. Women are far too emotional ... as if emotions and LOGIC can't coexist. Take the woman driver.......... Most women have no idea how to operate their vehicles. They have no idea how to maintain the pretty car they insisted on receiving as a birthday present (can you find your air filter? change your oil ... hell change a damn tire?!), and they're just clueless about the limitations and abilities of their cars ... most should take a bus. I'm so sick of women who drive around in cute little beetles with car horns that make an annoying "toot-toot" sound. Because these are the women who put on their blinker and bat their eyes and smile while waiting for someone to nicely let them merge. You're holding up 90 cars who were doing a nice 80 mph and suddenly had to stop for your dumb ass!!! These are the women who hit the brakes to change lanes, or drive 20 miles under the speed limit when getting on the freeway. Grow some fucking balls! On the other hand you have the stupid ones, who find it hard enough to walk and talk at the same time, let alone drive and talk, or drive and sing ... drive and breathe........ they use traffic time not to pay attention, but reapply lip gloss, paint their nails, wax their legs ... whatever the fuck they do-they're pissing me off! Doesn't matter if you're over 16, if your IQ is that of a 12 year old- you shouldn't be driving. Oh ... and you have those women who know nothing about their cars ... you know the ones ... they put the car in reverse in the drive thrus, hit the poles at ATMs, forget that the hand brake is on and drive around for 30 minutes, forget to shift from 3 gear while merging on the highway...... stall at stoplights because they can't work a clutch!!! Oh, and just because you bought a huge SUV with 4X4 capabilities doesn't mean you're going to make it through that huge ass snow bank! Grow a fucking brain. Women like this, give people like me a bad name... You can't be taken seriously if you're retarded. Stay in doors. Oh, and if you see me driving behind you (yeah that's me in the silver Chrysler 300, flipping you off!) get the fuck out of my way ... move over, do it quickly- remember to look before changing lanes ... and think about letting the husband drive sweetie... Trust me, you're no Danica Patrick (one hot, fast, goddess).

(One rule- you read it- you comment! Even if you hate it!) My mother always told me I was extreme in all things. She used the analogy that I would rip off my arm if I got a paper cut. I'm not sure I like the description, but honestly, it's a truthful one. It's not often that I trust, or love somone. It takes a bit of effort for a person to come into my circle of family. Once they are there, though, they know that my loyality would extend even through death. I don't use the word friend lightly. It's all or nothing as far as I am concerned. When someone has proven themselves worthy of my friendship it means that they are not only intelligent, compatable, loyal, trust worthy.... but something deeper inside of them, their soul perhaps, is worthy also. My friendship is not for the faint of heart. I love adventure, so my friends are invited to a world of wonder, pleasure, and experiences of a life time. Very few have ever fallen out of this circle of family, but once gone, there is nothing they can do to make amends...and my revenge will follow them through hell and high water. As extreme as my love is, so is my hate. I do nothing half hearted. I reserve my hate for the most extreme cases because it's a flash fire, that would put the devil, and his mock attempt to create hell, to shame- boiling the skin off my enemies, and leaving nothing to salvage. I reserve my hatred for the most extreme situations because I know there is nothing that will ever soothe it. A scorpio's wrath has no end, and forgets nothing... There's an animalistic part of my soul that craves the moment when I will face my enemies and test who is stronger. I long for the moment when I can rip out a throat and look down at the body as it chokes on it's own blood. Word to the wise.... never come between me and the people I love. Never endanger, disrespect, or hurt those in my closest circle. Hell would be the vacation of your dreams.

Ahhhhh, a perfect holiday for the lazy, fat ass American. Oh shut up, don't lie, you know it's not about "giving thanks". If you wanted to say thanks you'd give back to the community, the family, the church, whatever. Nope, instead, you are forced to buy food you don't really like (who honestly loves cooking a turkey for 13 hours?) to entertain "family" that you don't even speak to... and waste the food that you slaved all day to make (and everyone wonders why Americans are hated.... we're like locusts!)then you're left with an empty house to clean up the damn mess by yourself. I'm thankful. I live in a warm climate, surrounded by the people I love, and don't want for anything. But I'll be damned if I'm buying a turkey to proclaim my appreciation for all those Indians that were slaughtered, Pagans that were burned, and corrupt politicans who were exhalted!!! Ehhhh bite me.