Tue, 26 Sep 2006
23:39
The comparatively minor rant, is that when someone says they're going to do
something for me, and that they're almost done, it drives me batshit to then
hear nothing from them. Until I stumble across them ranting about unrelated
topics and think, ah, so THAT explains the delay...
Fucker. At least he's learned not to get me involved.
No, today's rant centers around these malicious, incompetent shitstains.
Incompetent = stupid. Malicious = evil.
These braindead fucks have been
trying to cause us misery for six-odd years, ever since the beginning when we
first moved in. Dutifully we would send in the payment; regular as clockwork,
they would claim it was late.
Not having just fallen off the turnip truck, it didn't take many repetitions for
us to start sending the payments by certified mail, which is useful
Lo and behold, as if by magic, they were suddenly receiving the payments on time.
What an astounding coincidence. Truly, it beggars the imagination.
To detail every other problem between then and now, or even to paint them in broad
strokes, would require more strength of will than I currently possess without also
feeling the need to firebomb the nearest office of the pestilent, syphilitic cuntrags styling themselves 'Chase Home Finance'.
Having managed to avoid murdering the lazy, lying cunt who cost my wife her job, neither am I about to make the mistake of succumbing to this desire, however justified. Much as it should be otherwise,
This post courtesy of the usual gang of idiots, who it seems as of last week are up to their same old tricks. I told Kim she should start sending it certified again and bill these fucknuts for the cost of sending it certified. Regardless of whether someone else's mistake is intentional, by what moral standard should we be forced to suffer the consequences? And why on God's green earth is it easier to get blood from a stone, than to get someone to admit they made a mistake?
It can't just be the increasing concerns about liability (fuck you very much lawyers, thanks for your contribution to the destruction of Western civilization with the now near-universal Cover Your Ass Above All Else attitude). It borders on a fucking pathology, this uniquely corporate mindset, that would rather quietly pay huge settlements than ever speak a single word that smacks of admission or apology. And it is the single greatest frustration in dealing with these people on a day-to-day basis.
I don't want a bajillion dollars from them. Nor a mountain of gold, or any kind of
"compensation".
I just want someone to admit they fucked up.
And for them to stop trying to hold us accountable for it.
ADD: These fucknuts should thank the Talking Heads they're alive. Stop Making Sense is not only the greatest concert film ever, it can make me forget about nearly any amount of negativity. Make a joyful fuckin' noise.
Indeed.
Rant in E Minor
when the addressee is such a
scoundrel that he might deny ever receiving it or when I might need to prove
to some third person not only that I mailed the envelope but that the addressee
actually received it.
...you can't cut the throat of every cocksucker whose character it would improve.
