Dear Landlord

Posted: March 11, 2012 in Anger, housing, Landlords, Renting, Uncategorized

Dear landlord,

Why do you have no empathy? Has greed muddied your soul?

I am once again (well, still) angry with landlords in general. Bad experience looking at perfect house yesterday. Details to come, but the dude talked a lot about the CIA and Nazis and Jews. Gave me a creepy feeling but I still wanted the place, it was too awesomely perfect for me. Asshole calls one hour into “Game Change” and tells me the owner decided on someone else, no reason given.

Landlords are an unusual bunch. They care more for their properties than the tenants… You know, human beings. Landlords are a lot like lawyers, a tad sociopathic. My current landlord is a lawyer, double asshole landlord. 50 days to find a place to live in a tight rural community with a lot of secrets.

Fuck it. That’s it for now.

My Mom died, my landlady gives me notice, no homes for rent that take pets, i have a tooth abscess.  i have no narcotics.  i have to get rid of my 2 senior cats and move in with elderly former Marine Dad who does not speak much.  I talk from the second I get up.  This will be interestingly horrific.

great song, great video100 Little Curses

waiting patiently

Posted: February 22, 2012 in housing

Waiting for the electrician to come and look at my landlord’s busted septic pump. I’ve been waiting all day long. It’s now getting dark and cold out and I haven’t heard a word from them. Grrrr.

Anger Is A Gift

Posted: February 20, 2012 in Anger, Philosophy, Uncategorized
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I really embrace my anger as a gift.  It energizes and motivates me.  Anger is a gift.  I channel my anger into words on paper.  I get rid of my Rage when I write.

It.

Calms.

Me.

Down.

Anger is a Gift.  Cherish your anger.  Create with the energy your Anger has given you.  Rage fuels creativity as much as sadness.

Embrace your Anger.  It is a gift.  It is fuel.

Peace.

My Mom died of lung cancer a few weeks ago.  Then my landlord served me with papers to terminate tenancy.  I just love lawyers, my landlord is a lawyer.  I was just tapping out some angry thoughts this afternoon while packing some of my stuff.  I am so fucking pissed but you will soon read that Bukowski is still here in spirit…  I seem to be channeling him.

I Hate My Landlord

I hate my landlord.

I really do.

I hate my landlord.

And so should you.

Really.

She is a lawyer.

She has no capacity for EMPATHY.

She has NO MOTHER.

She is a CUNT.

:-)

Cunt.

She knows not grief.

She knows not suffering.

She cannot recognize suffering in others.

She is heartless and cruel.

I want bad things to happen to her.

I really do.

And so should you.

She is cruel.

I hope whatever hatched her is still alive.

I hope she suffers greatly.

I hope she dies a long and painful lonely death.

Very long.

Very lonely.

Incredibly painful.

Really fucking painful.

I hope her drs are awful.

I hope she get hit by a drunk driver.

I hope she gets paralyzed.

I hope she is disfigured.

I hope she is raped.

I hope she is brutally tortured.

I hope she meets suffering face to face as I have.

I hope she gets AIDS.

I hope she gets vaginal cancer.

I hope her boyfriend is gay and fucks boys.

I hope he beats her daily.

I hope he treats her like the shitpile she is.

She is a heartless, soulless cunt.

I hope she is in massive pain for a long, long time.

I hope she loses her hair.

I hope she loses her sights.

I hope she gets cancer.

I hope she dies a truly painful and lonely death.

I hope her car goes of a cliff and she goes undiscovered until dead.

I want her dead.

I hope she never sells her fucking house.

I hope she gets mugged.

I hope she gets gang-raped by a dozen giant Mexicans.

I hope they jam a busted bottle up her pussy.

I hope they cut her clit off.

I hope they cut her tits off and feed them to her.

I hope her boyfriend gets gang-raped by a dozen black men up the butt.

I hope she dies right now.

I hope they both get AIDS.

I hope she DIES in his arms, helpless.

I hope no doctor is kind to her.

She deserves nothing good.

She is a cunt.

She is a huge cunt.  Could drive a truck in that twat.

I hate my landlord.

I HATE MY LANDLORD.

I really do.

And so should you.

Peace.

From DrRevo’s iPad

Aside  —  Posted: February 19, 2012 in Anger, housing, Uncategorized
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My Mom has end-stage lung cancer.  Dealing with this fucking medical system is like banging your head against a bed of nails.

The full force of my anger will be forthcoming as I have to keep it together for Mom and Dad right now.  I have never been so fucking pissed in all my life.  Just one example (before the fury is unleashed):  Mom needed O2, got an order and the O2 dude drives down a huge van w/ O2 tanks and hospital beds.  He asks if we will need a bed, I say YES, he says he will make a call….  no can do….  no fucking order from the absentee doctor….  so Mom had to writhe in pain and agony waiting for some doctor somewhere to write the order, it then gets faxed somewhere then faxed back approving or not, and then it will be delivered.  5 P.M. Friday afternoon we got the bad and are really happy about it but I am ENRAGED that the same bed in the driveway one day could not be delivered due to ‘paperwork’….  screw the suffering, dying patient.  Welcome to FUCK YOU medicine, Amerikan style.

Oh, I am a physician, my Father is a physician, my Mother is a Nurse.  There ya fuckin’ have it.

The American way:  NO EMPATHY, NO COMPASSION, NO CARE, PURE GREED, PURE SELFISHNESS.

And to that I say, FUCK IT ALL.

Don’t fuck with my Mom, fuckers.

(this is just a preview of my RAGE)…….  stay tuned.