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It won’t be long and fiery since on this matter the scandal writes itself.

I found this quote from Teddy Roosevelt, which I think is fitting. Just change the word “President” and “America” by using your own impressive power of deduction.

“To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but it is morally treasonable to the American public.”

That’s all I have to say.

Seriously, how many times and how many ways that the universe must show to you that the demigod you’ve been worshiping is actually a dud?

“Talk sense to a fool, and he calls you foolish.”
- Euripides

PS: Silakan periksa skripsi gw. 100% free plagiat. Kerangka Pemikirannya setau gw belum pernah ada yang pake sebelum gw. Efek sampingnya: BANJIR FOOTNOTE!!!!!!!! Seriusan, satu kalimat bisa sampe ditangkringin 4-5 footnote. And the ironic thing is, I put extra effort to be extra prudent about footnoting and referencing because I knew that THAT GUY was a killer about plagiarism. Oh how dark is the universe’s sense of humour.

I know this guy who is a total asshole. What’s worse is that the world sort of lets him think that he’s a totally awesome guy, which of course added even more douche to the existing douchebaggery. He has around him this little group of guys he calls his “friends.” Contrary to his douchiness, his friends were actually good guys. Actually, I’m not so sure to define naivete as goodness, but for the sake for succinctness, let’s go with good.

I know I might be overstating this and the feeling is most probably not mutual, but I’d like to think that those guys (Original Douchebag excluded) were like my brothers. They threw me a lifeline when I was neck deep in shit. These guys were really, really friends to me and it’s sad to see one stray to the Path of Douchebaggery.

All I know, is when I encountered this little bromance a few years ago, his friends were not the kind of guy who would be a douche, especially to girls. The notion kind of disappeared as time goes by. One guy actually morphed to finally being christened as card-carrying member of Douche Club.

I guess it’s kind of a personal choice to be a douche. I respect personal choice, in whatever shape or form. What angers me the most is that this guy is not being his own douche. He’s actually emulating the douchiness of The Original Douchebag. It’s pathetic. If you want to be a douche, at least be original about it! His douchey words are exactly what I know The Original Douche would say. His thoughts were exactly following how the Original Douche’s mind works. Recently, he began acting exactly the way The Original Douche would act and speak. The last time I had contact with him, it was as if I was having a contact with The Original Douchebag. Every time I get in contact with That Bastard, I feel like pus-filled warts are breaking out all-over my body. Now I feel the same about the guy, who I think has graduated to being a disciple of douchiness.

Trust me when I say that he got this horrible disease from his “friend,” Le Douche. It fits both of their types, one’s a initiator and the other is naturally a follower. It was a mistake on my part to blindly hope that his intense douchebaggery is not magnetic. I was wrong to think too highly of the value of our friendship. Now I have done a little weighing (a.k.a. throwing my Blackberry across the room from a flash of white-hot anger), and I decided that I don’t want to involve myself with a douchebag that cannot even be original about his douchebaggery.

Do I still consider him my friend? Well if he throws me his douchey antics like the last time, NO FUCKING WAY. So, answer is: it depends?

A little quick & short update to keep this blog crawling…

Today I feel guilty.

This morning I gave money to a quadriplegic beggar. Good deed, right?

Not really if you think about it using my thought framework.

I believe that if you do any kind of charity because you have hidden motive behind it, your motive is destined to fail miserably. For example, I until now staunchly refuse to go to church because I don’t want to praise God just because I hope He would grant my prayers (and because I believe God would most def prefer to see me act and be a good person who doesn’t go to church rather than a sneaky-skanky beyotch who does).

Here it goes: I gave that beggar money as something Indonesians would say “buang sial.” I have been grossly, insurmountably, indisputably very-very-very-very fucked-up in the luck department and it’s been ongoing for a very long time and it frustrates me to the point of making me crazy and illogical. Therefore I was hoping that because I did a good deed to a limbless beggar, God would rectify my luck score sheet.

That is why, I rarely if ever give money to beggars. Because I’m basically worse than a twisted sneaky beyotch with hidden agenda.

I feel awful.

God, please don’t eff me up this time. I BEG OF YOU.