Certain brands of people have sometimes been compared to certain types of animals. It's in the Bible: Jesus called King Herod a fox, the Scribes and Pharisees a bunch of vipers, and according to Him, St. Peter, the Beatles and Pink Floyd, well, some people are comparable to pigs. Maybe it's their Chinese star sign, or the way they eat, or both, or simply the way they come across, but the one thing that identifies them for what they are is that where other types of people produce actual meaningful words, they incessantly produce hogsh*t. It may not come out of their rear end, but if gives off the same type of "smell," extremely unpleasant to the listener, or rather, the victim.You see, this brand of people do not only talk incessantly without ever saying anything, but they're also addicted to the produce of the void inside their own heads, and like any other junkie, druggie or pusher, they won't rest until the rest of the world is either also addicted to their "stuff," or driven into suicide.
They're so in love with the sound of their own voice that they think they're doing mankind the greatest possible favor by simply opening their mouths and letting it all hang out with heroic (or sheer insane) disregard for any consequences.
Of course, we're supposed to love'em, just like all our other fellowmen and -animals, but this is turning out to be the supreme challenge. Because loving someone also includes telling them the truth about themselves, and this is where you'll run into trouble with Hogsh*t Junkies. As soon as you dare to insinuate even the slightest possible criticism or even dare to suggest that perhaps there might be a remote possibility of a need for improvement in any area or aspect of their personality, the hogsh*t junkie will run squealing to the next best person who they know can turn your life into hell for any given length of time, and they will tattle on you and make you regret ever having opened your mouth.
You see, and this is the one vital lesson I humbly would like to convey to you as my gift to you and a light on your path through this year of 2009:
Hogsh*t Junkies are allergic to the truth.
"Well, so is everybody..." you'll say.
Maybe you're right.
And probably even more so by the end of this year, as they are taking over the world, not resting until they have made hogsh*t junkies like themselves out of each and every one of us.
Or driven us to an early grave.
Will there be any resistance?
I doubt it.
But if you should find out anything, give me a call. You may just save my life or prevent me from morphing into one of them (if I haven't done so already).
