Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Things that piss me off: People who pass out stuff

I abhor these people.*

What part of leave me the fuck alone do you not understand?! All I am trying to do is walk from the office to the metro, then from the metro to my apartment. Is it too much to ask to be able to do that without some fuckwad sticking a Hare Krishna booklet in my face?

Being in DC makes this so much worse because here all the crazies come out of the woodwork and try to hand you anything from Chinese New Year flyers to free rainbow prophylactics.

The last time this happened to me I nearly lost it...
I was walking home from work and some nut job asked me if I wanted some information about LaRouche and his plan to impeach Dick Cheney. Normally, I would have thought, "impeach Cheney, not a bad idea, where were these people when he shot some poor fucker's face off." But alas, it was the LaRouche people.

In case you didn't know this, Lyndon LaRouche is a Jew-hating, ex-con politico fascist nut job who claims to be a patriot but is actually a total fraud who runs his own spy service and brainwashes people much in the same fashion as Scientologists. He spent 15 years in jail for fraud and is one of the worst diarrhea mouths of all time (read: Ralph Nader). He also has run in every election since the dawn of time (read: Strom Thurmond). Somehow, his people convince young people to hand out his garbage flyers at metro stops and say things like, "let's save the crippled economy."

So long story short, I tried to ignore the guy but he insisted on pestering me, and said, "Oh I guess you are one of those Cheney-ites, you love Cheney don't you?"

I could no longer resist. I responded, "Well actually, I'm not crazy about Cheney, but something pisses me off more than him. YOU. How does it feel to spend your days working as a newsboy for a lying 80 year old ex-con? Seriously, if LaRouche asked you to dress up in a sailor suit and walk around with a giant lolli-pop, would you do it? And by the way, the economy is actually doing really well right now. So leave me the fuck alone."

Bottom line, stop handing out this useless, brainless tripe in public so I can attempt to live a normal existence. Otherwise I might spend the rest of my natural life on a crusade to rid the city of these paper-pushing assholes.


*Metro Express paper and City Paper people you are exempt because your handouts are actually useful

Friday, January 05, 2007

Why DC Sucks

Dear reader:

Today is yet another in which I have become frustrated, no infuriated, by the elements of society around me. For this reason, I have decided to give a list of reasons why Washington DC is a terrible place.

Please keep in mind that I am aware that there is already a blog called "why I hate DC", this entry has nothing to do whatsoever with that blog. Rather, it is a much overdue expression of how I have felt about this butthole of a city since I moved here in 2004. The list is in order of annoyance from least annoying to most annoying.


Reasons Washington DC SUCKS

Homeless people/vagrants
First off, let me say that I have come to accept the swath of homeless that cuts through DC. They always have been and always will be part of this city. As a second disclaimer, I understand fully that many of these people are mentally ill or one or two bad choices away from having a better life. HOWEVER...There are those amongst the Washington DC homeless population (which is high) who probably live a better life than many of DC's hard working Mexicans/El Salvadorans/Guatemalans. They are the ones that I don't like. These are the guys who stand outside the metro station each day with new shoes on, a cig in the mouth, a cup of Joe in one hand and a 'please help' or charity cup outstretched in the other hand. These people disgust me.

Money enough for cigarettes, coffee and often new clothes but not enough motivation to get off your ass and get a job? I call these assholes the 'professional homeless' the only thing they are missing is health insurance and a 401k (which for all I know they already have).

I saw a guy yesterday who was having the time of his life being homeless (and by the looks of him he was eating well too). In one hand he had a small makeshift fishing pole with a bucket attached to the end. In the other hand he had made a cardboard arrow with the word 'money' on the side. He was singing some nonsensical song about how everyone should give him money and loving every minute of it. I couldn't help but let out an, "are you kidding me" as I walked by.

Still, even the professional homeless are one of the least annoying things about DC. There's also...

Crime
It is well known that Washington DC is a crime-ridden rat-infested drug cesspool. Although in the past several years it has relinquished its title of 'US Murder Capital' and has seen Marion Barry and his crack smoking prostitute-banging ass out of office; it remains one of the most criminal cities in America. No area is safe from malcontents in DC.

Just the other night, at around 10pm, I received a visitor at my buzzer. When I asked what this person wanted, he proceeded to feed me some bullshit about how he was a student at Howard University Law School trying to work his way through school by selling Thin Mints. THIN MINTS! Doesn't everyone in America know that these are sold by girlscouts and not law students! In my old apartment, there was a heroin den a few doors down. And both these places are supposedly in a 'nice' neighborhood in NW DC.

Routinely beatings and muggings occur in the Adams Morgan neighborhood (which is a strip of bars and clubs along 18th street in NW DC). Many of the crimes are committed by children as young as 14 years old. A month ago, the Washington Post published an article on this trend, called 'unking' where boys as young as 12 were talking about how they jumped drunk pedestrians in Adams Morgan and knocked them out for their money. 12 YEARS OLD! And that's not even including the countless murders, rapes and drug deals that go on here. Even the preppies at Georgetown aren't safe from robberies, throat slitting and shootouts.

Still, when I moved out here, I knew that high crime was a given. As long as you are careful and alert, the crime can be a lot less aggravating than....

Overpopulation
This city is too fucking small and there are too many people living in and around it. Forget traveling on the beltway or driving on any major street in the city from 3:30 until 7pm or on a nice weekend. People are coming and going from Maryland and Virginia, some even commuting from as far as Baltimore and Annapolis everyday. There simply isn't enough space for all these people.

Problems also arise on the weekends when every single decent bar and restaurant is packed past capacity, thereby making enjoying yourself completely impossible. This is what happens when you have the French build your city. Yet, still not as horrid as...

Politicians
Scum, absolute and total scum. I truly believe that if constituents knew what their elected representatives really were like, they not only would have not elected them, but would they would have tarred and feathered them. People from small American towns don't realize that for politicians, DC is like Vegas. You get elected, go to DC for a few years, have torrid affairs, break as many laws as possible, embezzle, take bribes, do drugs and throw a party in honor of themselves. Then when you go back home to Cedar Rapids Iowa, it’s like it never happened. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

I'm not going to waste time writing about the obvious failings and scandals of the last two presidential administrations that would be a cop out. But those problems are stark reminders of what all politicians are like: camera-whore-bribe-hungry-souless degenerates.

As unbelievable as it may seem, the politicians still aren't as bad as...

People who work in politics/lobbyists
Self-righteous pieces of shit. I simply cannot stand these people. The politicians are at least expected to be dirty and full of themselves, they have people tell them all day long how great they are. With these people, it’s like they have a constant competition between each other to decide who is more important. The reality is that none of them is really that important at all.

They dress poorly; have bad haircuts and terrible manners. No, your job as a congressional aide does not make you better than me. It doesn't make you any different from any other working stiff with a shit job other that you are forced to not only your bosses ass, but the asses of just about anybody who your boss decides you should kiss.

I hope you get giardia from the fecal matter on your lips and die of dehydration.

Also lobbyists think that because they are legally allowed to bribe government officials that this somehow makes them part of the government or essential to its function. Look people, if you weren't doing it, some other kiss ass state college grad would be OK? So quit acting like the world fucking revolves around you, because it doesn't.

Horrid, I know, but even these dickheads aren't as bad as...

Yuppies
Douchebags with a capital D. I mean what can you say about yuppies other than they just really suck and that they are idolized by Georgetown students? I am really at a loss for words, but I think on the whole, they should all move back to Connecticut or Delaware or wherever the fuck they immigrated from and stay there until their dying day. If I never saw one of these people again for the rest of my life I could die a happy man.

Yes, yuppies are bad, but not quite as bad as...

Liberals
This town is literally swimming with smarmy liberal Bill Maher wanna-bes. These people cheer when election results come in; they make placards and hold them up to the TV during a presidential debate. They do so many things that should be punishable by death. This category includes people who support Ralph Nadar and the incredible moron LaRouche. I mean these people might as well just start a DC chapter of the Branch Davidians. That's how fucking crazy they are.

But hey, liberals go with the territory, they can be found in almost any major city/capital city. Almost equal, but slightly worse than liberals are...

Conservatives
Liars. Filthy deceiving agenda-having slandering liars. I don't think hate is a strong enough word. I'm gonna go with loathe. Yep. I absolutely loathe these cockholes. They fight dirty and they are always fighting. I guess that makes them always dirty. The thing that bothers me the most about conservatives is that they present lies as the truth, then defend them with more lies and ad homonym outbursts.

The worst part of this is that it often works. Made all the more sickening by...

The weather
The weather in DC can be surmised by one word. Atrocious. Although the winters are relatively mild compared to say Minneapolis or Chicago, the weather is still quite bad. The summer, for example, is the absolute worst time of year to be in DC. Again, credit the French for brilliantly building this city on top of a festering swamp. Merci beaucoup, assholes. The sweltering heat and near 100% daily humidity literally melt you dead in your tracks. Sweat stains of all shapes and sizes appear on even the skinniest congressional pages. It’s the kind of heat that drains you mentally and physically and makes you feel like you should live somewhere colder.

Let's not forget about the winter though. Although this year is unusually warm, most winters are pretty awful here. For one, the public works here is almost non-existent. When it snows over a quarter of an inch, the streets are covered (sometimes 2 or 3 days too late) with sand instead of salt. By then the damage is done already.

Additionally, the people here have a hard time dealing with the cold weather and panic when they see a snowflake or feel a chill in the air. Usually, the snow melts pretty fast after it falls, causing dirty slush water to creep into every last crevice of the city. Then, people panic over the water.

Hard to take, I know. But now nearly as bad as...

"Well connected" people
Oh really? You know Colin Powell's cousin's roomate? Seriously, I give a fuck. Again, this does not make you important. DC is filled with well known political figures from all over the globe. The fact that you know them or hung out with them one time at Cafe Milano really does nothing to improve your awful personality.

Please fee free to cross reference these people with any of the others referenced in this list. Often you meet people who work for a liberal or conservative that think that they are well connected.

Wow! You worked for Tommy Thompson when you were at the University of Wisconsin? You wanna know something; you are still a fat cow from Wisconsin. And the people that actually do have connections, and some power, they are just as bad because they are usually corrupt and influential and won't let you forget what happens to you if you mess with them.

Yes, and often they work for that monstrosity known as...

The Government
Colossal waste of money, colossal waste of time, colossal waste of everything. How anything ever gets done is amazing to me. There are people who do nothing but sit around and read, or simply sleep away the day. Nothing like collecting taxpayer's money for a daily siesta. No wonder people don't want to pay taxes.

A friend of mine told me a story once about a colleague of theirs that got caught stealing money from the government to by crack rock and wasn't fired! And this wasn't a first offense either.

The longer I live here, the more I work in a government agency and meet people who do the same, the more jaded and bitter I become. Thanks a lot US Government!

It doesn't end there, there's still...

Foreigners/Eurotrash
Look Ricardo, this isn't Rio or Chile or whatever. This is fucking America, so stop being such a chach. Please, please, please. I don't think I can take another low class pub being turned into a 'dance party' with no dance floor. These people think every bar/restaurant that is open late is a 'disco.'

Newsflash, disco is dead. The term is used on foreign soil because most foreign countries (read: France) are stuck in the '70's/'80s/Middle Ages. I will say though, that the shwarma and falafel is absolutely delicious.

Oh Eurotrash, there is only one other Washington phenomenon that I despise more than you, and that is...

Interns
Interns, or 'locusts' as they are known locally, are hands down the worst part of Washington. It’s not just that they are young, drunk and stupid. Oh no. They have the uncanny ability to mix with the other terrible traits of DC in just the wrong way as to make it completely unbearable. Allow me to extrapolate: Interns generally arrive in the summer, a time of stifling heat and humidity. The city, as previously mentioned, is already packed to capacity with vagrants and criminals of all sizes. The interns come in and make every crowded bar four times as crowded and ten times as hot. You might as well just stay home and have a pina colada in front a window AC unit.

In turn, interns often are spotted supporting the professional homeless or encouraging them in some terrible way like bumfights.com.

Third, interns usually arrive at some unimportant internship with an over inflated sense of self-importance/political slant/connection to an 'important' figure. Thus, they can again be grouped with the other groups that make DC the disaster that it is. Look guy, the internship at that you found on Idealist.org is not going to make a goddamn lick of a difference in the world, so please fucking get over it and get over your horrible self.

For those that may be thinking of doing a summer internship here, don't.




And that, my friends, is what makes DC so unbearable.*


*Note on Resident Crazies
Seriously, it wouldn't be Washington without that guy who camps out in front of the White House with placards that say, "the CIA created Catholic Church pedophiles" would it? I mean cut these people some slack, OK. It is real the flavor of the city for Godssakes

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Things that piss me off: "The Flute Master"

Again, my apologies for the lack of posts, but I have spent the past several weeks feeling sorry for myself and wallowing in boredom and self pity. Basically, I've been busy.

Upon reflection, I've decided to get back to the roots of KMS, things that piss me off. Today's blog "The Flute Master," will do just that. So without further rambling, allow me to paint an all too common picture for you....

It's been a typical long day at the office: boredom, irritation, female facial hair and obesity. Plus at lunch, someone ran over my foot with their 'rascal.' Finally, mercifully, the day drags to a close.

All I can think about is getting home, throwing on some sweats and relaxing with some delicious homemade fajitas and a Law and Order marathon.

Alas, this is not to be. As I am putting the finishing glob of sour cream on my fajita and settling in to the familiar 'ching-ching' of Law and Order. I hear an eerily nauseating sound emanating from below. Transfixed, and a bit disturbed, I lower the volume on the TV, put down my steaming fajita and investigate.

At first I think it could be an animal wailing. Perhaps it is a cat in heat, maybe a dying possum or mating raccoons. I look out the window, nothing. The more intently I listen, however, the more I realize that this awful sound could not possibly have been made by any living thing.

It is only upon my leaving the apartment for further exploration that I realize what it is. It is a flute; someone was playing, no massacring the flute in the appartment below. On that day, the Flute Master was born.

The Flute Master is a 6'4" very-gay Pakistani twenty something that lives in the apartment below me. I know that he is such because he knocked on my door the first night I lived in the building and asked in lilting speech for me to, "be mindful." I apparently was walking around too much after 9pm, sorry fruit-er Flute Master.

"Be mindful of what?" I responded (sound of door slamming).

I hoped that the torment of badly played minor scales and off-key versions of Pachbel's Canon wouldn't last.

How wrong I was. Every day and sometimes as late 10 or 11pm, the Flute Master blows hard on his metal pipe. When he isn't playing his flute, he enjoys having loud girly conversations with fag hags and blasting Paul Okenfold between 7-8am.

Believe me, the only thing worse than waking up to the not-so-soothing sounds of the 'unss factory' is doing so with an unwanted mental picture of the Flute Master prancing around his apartment and thoroughly enjoying the music. In turn, this image brings back other unpleasant memories, such as the piss-poor flute playing and any other encounter with this person.

Flute Master, you piss me off to no end. You are a terrible person.

Oh and Happy New Year.