Banker started to draw a gun on me (s)

Let me start off by saying I actually really like my bank and the branch I always go to here. The tellers, personal bankers, and greeters generally recognize me, unless it’s a new hire or a time I don’t normally go in. They’re always friendly and offer to help me if I need it. I know most people have a problem with Wells Fargo, but they’ve always been great to me. Banks as a whole are terrible, so take that for what it’s worth.

Now it’s time for me to say the only real reason I am writing this is because Wells Fargo thought it would be “cute” to have every one of their Twitter accounts follow me on Twitter after I made this post: CroiDhubh on Twitter – February 20, 2014. Given how Wells Fargo has been known to close accounts involving anyone having anything to do with firearms, I’m not going to reveal too much of my personal information nor “DM”, as they asked me to do on Twitter. I’m also not going to reveal which branch it was at. They can read this here.

It’s no secret I live in Colorado and it’s no secret I carry every day, all the time, everywhere I can. By “everywhere I can”, I mean anywhere not prohibited by federal law and by “I carry every day”, I mean I open carry 100% of the time. Colorado is an open carry state and the only prohibitions are anywhere you cannot conceal carry under federal law (elementary schools, federally owned buildings, etc) and in the city/county of Denver, because…well…Denver likes to have victims. In this state, a sticker or sign does NOT equal a “gun free” (victim) zone. In order to have a true “gun free” (victim) zone all entrances and exits must be locked except those in active use and have metal detectors on those doors and have an armed security guard on duty.

I may not be a competition shooter, but I do combat handgun training at least once a month and put anywhere between 100 and 250 rounds through each of my own pistols every time I go. If I can, I will do a “casual” range day in addition to my pistol training as well. At one point I was going three times a month, but that’s expensive and the PS4 just released, which I bought…and love…not as much as my wife, but close. Now I’m only doing one to two trips a month.

With that said, since I carry at work and generally only go to the bank on my way to work, I carry. The employees at what has become my main branch have grown accustom to me and know I’m generally a good guy, am chatty and friendly, and try to make it as easy on them as they do for me to do deposits or get information. Today was a littler different, and kind of sent the tone for the rest of my day. Though not necessarily a bad thing.

I go in with my paycheck literally in hand to do a deposit. When I enter in, I’m greeted by one of the banker dudes (for lack of a better term and laziness on my part) welcomes me in as I’m heading over to the table in order to fill out a slip. He happily tells me I don’t have to fill one out and they can do it for me, which I am grateful for and follow him over to the teller counter. I recognize two of the ladies to my left, the one to my right, the personal banker behind the counter and say hi to them. The personal banker has helped me a few times and he’s training a new teller.

The new teller is as great as the others, being chatty and friendly, asking me the questions he’s required to without being annoying, and we all talk about different hings while being in a good mood. I get everything finished satisfactorily, I give my goodbyes, and start to head out. I hear the greeting banker dude tell me to enjoy the rest of my day, and I turn to tell him the same. It’s at this point I see one of the female personal bankers (FPB) coming out of the area they are usually in walking towards the teller area. I’m smiling, waving, and in a good mood telling the greeter, “Thanks, man! You too!” when I see the FPB stop dead in her tracks, take a wide stance, reach behind her with her right arm, slide her arm down and then move her arm back up. Her eyes are the size of dinner plates.

Now, I’m sure some of you out there are thinking, “Well, maybe she was just getting her cell phone or putting her wallet away or something?” That’s fine to consider if you aren’t a firearms person. Anyone who has been around firearms and people who carry firearms knows that motion. I’ve been in the military as military police, I was a police explorer for four years in high school, and I was a police officer as well. Almost my entire family carries as well. I know that motion and I know fear when I see it. This was fear and someone having a firearm ready to act.

I literally just chuckled and said, “Ma’am, that absolutely won’t be necessary. I’m obviously on my way out and my business has finished. Have a good one!” I was still nice and smiled when I said it. She watched me all the way out and didn’t move from her spot. The greeter looked at me and then her, and then me back, but I didn’t elaborate on it.

I am, beyond anything related with firearms, a believer in education and training more than anything else. If I wasn’t who I am, she may very well have ended up having a very terrible day. Her mentality at that moment was, “I have a gun! I must defend us!” What she needs is some force on force training and better education to begin with. With the situational awareness and common sense I was exercising at the moment made it obvious I didn’t need to freak out or attempt to defend myself. I’m glad she didn’t present her firearm in my direction, otherwise I would have responded appropriately.

If you’re going to carry a firearm for protection, you owe it, not only to yourself, but everyone else to have a good head on your shoulders. There’s no reason for her to have start that draw. If she really thought I was a possible threat (with my back to her and walking out), she should have sought out at least concealment if not good cover. Instead, she was out in the open, completely frozen in place with her hand on her firearm and unready to act. If she really felt the need to have the firearm that ready, it should have already been pointed at me while she screamed directions at me and more than likely already firing. She should be glad I’m not one of the bad guys.

Will I continue going to that branch? Hell yes! They generally kick ass and are a great bunch of employees. Just because one lady needs to get her head on straight and get some damn training under her belt doesn’t mean Wells Fargo or that branch is bad. I’ll keep doing what I do since it’s my right. I don’t even have a problem with the fact one of their employees was packing. I am glad they had an employee carrying a firearm. I only hope the lady takes this as an opportunity for herself to realize she needs some schooling on defensive firearms.

Valentine’s Day is not really a holiday!

Let's Get Drunk and Screw
Ah yes, February 14th, better known as Valentine’s Day. At least, it’s better known to all those annoying women out there who are looking forward to getting more shit they don’t deserve, but not so much for us guys. There are a multitude of reasons why men simply hate this Hallmark holiday. The only reason men go through the motions of this moronic day is to get pussy around their dick. Yes, we only do it for sex.

First of all, when it comes to Valentine’s Day, men don’t like crap. Teddy bears, chocolate, romantic movies, flowers, expensive dinners, talking: You know, crap! None of these things were invented with a man in mind. Sure, every so often some queer will go along with you women to a romantic movie because they want to, but don’t get that confused with men going to see romantic movies.

While I’m talking about crap that are given as gifts on V-Day, this is another area men get screwed on, and not in the good way. We see it up to a week before Valentine’s: Some poor pussy whipped bitch of a man is running ragged trying to find that perfect gift for his unappreciative woman. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are a very small few of you chicks out there that actually don’t freak when a man doesn’t give you any thing except for a small box of candy hearts. I’m not talking to you.

Valentine’s Day is NOT supposed to be a quest for the perfect present. Yet, we always see the aforementioned guy having a hernia in fear that his gift isn’t going to get him poontang, so he buys three times the amount of gifts he should have. Sometimes, the ungrateful bitch STILL won’t put out!!!! The only thing you should expect is a smile and a “Happy Valentine’s Day!” when we see you. Just because you have a vagina doesn’t mean you are entitled to anything because of that fact.

As I’ve been saying, it’s a Hallmark holiday. That means it’s basically made up so certain people can make more money. Now, I’m all for businesses making money, but I’m not all for creating a holiday to do it. I’m not going to insist on a “Advertising Production Artists Day” in order to force people to give me more money. Like Hallmark hasn’t cornered the market enough as it is! There are cards ranging from “Get Well Soon” to “Commit Suicide, You Lazy Fuck”.

Hmm…I’m on the subject of Hallmark, who makes cards, and Valentine’s Day at the same time. Good time to bring up a damn good point when it comes to cards. Don’t expect us to write anything else in the fucking card nor get pissed when we don’t! There is already writing on the inside of the card, so there is no point in writing anything else. I’m not paying $5.95 for Hallmark to write what I was thinking or want you to believe what I was thinking, just so that I have to actually write something more in the damn card! If I wanted you to know what the hell I was thinking, I would tell you. Men don’t talk about their feelings, so Hallmark does it for us!

Come on, do women REALLY need a special day just for them? Of course not. This further places the idea in their head that they deserve something just for being women! The only thing they really deserve is to be at the end of your penis, and they should be damn happy to be there since you were even willing to talk to her.

Now, there are certain instances when Valentine’s Day an be good. Actually, only one, really…and that’s if the chick’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day. I know what you’re thinking guys, “But doesn’t that complicate matters even more?!” HELL NO! This is great! With minimal effort, both issues are dealt with at once. Not only are you giving her birthday presents, you’re also giving her V-Day presents. This makes you seem sweet when you’re still being a huge asshole to keep her self esteem down!

V-Day is the time to get your balls relieved, guys, because there are so many desperate and lonely women out there. Look, no one is saying that you have to hold their hand in the mall nor marry them, so it really doesn’t matter if she’s a 5 or a 6. This is a one time bang, or you can keep her around for later booty calls. Remember, you’re not looking for a relationship, now are you? Oh, fuck no. Besides, Valentine’s Day is the worst time to look for one anyway, since the women are desperate and usually turn very pyscho because of it.

There are only three things you need to remember. These are the three “F’s” of dating: Find them, Feed them, Fuck them. That’s it. Oh, and make sure you either do it at a willing buddy’s house or her place. You don’t want to let her know where you live. Also, keep it under $40 for the night. No reason to spend all that money on some cheap whore you picked up to just screw and/or keep around for booty calls. If she thinks you’re willing to spend money, she’ll hang around expecting you to spend it all on her. Don’t let her.

Well, there it is, out in the open, the truth about Valentine’s Day and why men hate it. If a guy gets you anything, ladies, you best at least suck his dick. Lord knows he did it just because he felt the responsibility to, and this means you now have a responsibility of your own!

Oiriginally posted 05/04/2006 by me on OpenDiary-“Ramblings of the Sunrie”

Trolling bad customers

Customers in America are generally stupid, entitled, and all around morons. For some reason, customer service in America has become calling the competition, calling phone numbers from customer phones on business lines to hide the customer’s phone number, bending over backward to get them something for free, and licking their dirty butt puckers. No thank you. Customer service is doing what the company has set forth as guidelines in the “you can do this, but not that” style policies. If the request cannot be done, it cannot be done and that sucks. I’m sure there’s something they will do for you instead, but you aren’t guaranteed to get what you want.

Well…I’ve trolled some bad customers in the past. I’m sure I’ll troll some bad ones in the future. Here’s a small list of things I’ve done, sometimes with the company I was at during the time, for your enjoyment.

Company: Santoro’s Pizzeria
Outcome: Unintentional Trolling and Apology to the Customer

I don’t always mean to troll and I usually have a filter. However, my personality doesn’t always allow me to not be flirty nor trolling. I don’t always troll just bad customers, either. Sometimes I troll good customers just for the fun of it if I know them well enough.

Well, the owners of the place allowed their ex-daughter-in-law to work there. She was not a very…well, she looked like an actual troll. Often times she’d have long hairs sticking out of a mole on her face or come to work with a massive white head, right on her face. She had two children; meaning, frighteningly, someone had sex with her at least twice…

Many times she would bring in her two crumb munchers. These things were pretty much out of control. I cannot tell you how many times I had to basically lock them in the fridge unit to keep them from running around and bother customers as they ate. If I wouldn’t be arrested for it, I would have tied them up to the fire hydrant outside like a couple of dogs.

On this particular day I came in for the closing shift and this lady wanted to talk to a manager. Well, the owners didn’t want any kind of hierarchy with their employees, but since I wasn’t the one with the kids causing problems, wasn’t one of the servers at the time, and I was the eldest out of all the others coming in, it was my problem now. I didn’t know exactly what happened, but figured it was the cause of one of these carpet mites, so I groaned and agreed to talk to the lady.

“Hello, ma’am. What is it I can do for you?” – Me
“First off all, I’m trying to eat my pizza with my daughter and these little kids are running around screaming the entire time! This is not a day care center!” – Her
“*I nod my head* I completely agree with you there. I didn’t know she was brought her kids in with her and she’s been asked to keep them in the back office. They shouldn’t be running around.” – Me
“Good! Well, I am sitting here, trying to eat while those kids run around screaming and they’re tossing pizza dough all over the place! The next thing I know, as I’m about to tell them to shut up, I’m smacked in the back of the head with dough! I feel as though I’ve been assaulted!!!!!!” – Her
…now…I was finishing the police academy at the time and I switched into “future cop” mode…
“Technically, ma’am, you’ve been battered.” – Me

There was a brief pause as we both looked at each other. She had a “” look on her face and I know I must have looked like someone pooped on a kitten right before me. The rest of the staff, behind the counter, all start cracking up uncontrollably. I just blink at her a few times, not sure what to say or do. Finally, I was able to speak.

“…I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean it to come out that way… I am finishing up a few courses at the police academy and I have the POST test coming up, my mind went to my schooling… We’re obviously not going to charge you for the meal.” – Me
“I…well…thank you…Thank you for doing the right thing!” – Her

At this point she wasn’t even upset. She seemed as fuddled as I was. Her daughter had her hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh too loudly. I was able to comp the check and get a tip from her, even though she wasn’t my customer.

Company: Almost every retail establishment ever
Outcome: Personal Satisfaction

For some reason, customers think they are not only funny, but original as well. I blame Saturday Night Live and YouTube for this. Oh, and parents who love them no matter what. I can’t imagine how screwed up I’d be if my parents loved me no matter what… Mommy…mommy..? Why are you making the wire hanger bright red on the stove, mommy?! Sorry, sometimes I like to remember how awesome my parents were.

Also, for some reason, customers are brain dead as hell. It’s as if we live in the Twighlight Zone and everyone except my immediate family, wife included, had their brain exchanged with a chipmunk. Then again, chipmunks seem to be able to function. I believe I’m thinking of a retarded chipmunk…yeah, that’s it.

Here are some of my favorite retorts to customer jokes and stupid questions or statements:
“Give me just a second to look for another one or find a reference number for this. It doesn’t have a scan tag on it.” – Me
“Well, then it must be free!!!!!!!!!!! *BURSTS INTO UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHER, SLAPPING THE COUNTER TOP*” – Them
“Policy dictates the price is triple current sales price to prevent fraud.” – Me

“Is there anything I can help you find?” – Me
“A million dollars! *shouts it in excitement like it’s never been said before*” – Them
“Why would I be wanting to serve you if I had or knew where to get a million dollars no strings attached?” – Me

“Thank you for calling [Location Name], how can I help you?” – Me
“Are you open?” – Them
“No, we’re closed. I have all after hours calls forwarded to my personal cellphone just to take care of people who need help when no one is in the store.” – Me

“Hey, welcome in! Is there anything I can help you with today?” – Me
“Do you think I can just look around?” – Them
“No. I’m required to sell something to everyone who comes in. Lucky for you, there’s $0.50 impulse items at the register.” – Me

“Why don’t you have [Some Stupid Shit] in stock?!” – Them
“They didn’t send any/We’re out.” – Me
“Why’s that?!” – Them
“I don’t know. Your question is above my pay grade.” – Me

“Will you tell ‘them’/the owners/corporate to start getting [Some Stupid Shit] in the store?” – Them
“Sure, I’ll ride my unicorn up there just so they know I’m serious, otherwise they won’t listen to me.” – Me

Company: BestBuy
Outcome: Scared Lady and 10% off

I spend too much money at BestBuy. Not just because their prices are a little high, but because I buy too many videogames and other electronics there. Believe it or not, the one in which this account takes place has really good employees and all around friendly staff. They also don’t freak out and understand it’s legal to open carry in Colorado.

I was waiting in line, the next to be up, when I hear this old bitch start shouting about how she refuses to show “some Mexican” her ID in order to purchase something.

“I don’t know where you get off asking to see MY ID! I don’t ask to see your green card!” – Her

The person ringing her up couldn’t have been older than 22 years old and was this cute little female. There was no way this girl was here illegally and, from the look of her, she obviously wasn’t Mexican decent, she was Indian decent.

“Your credit card doesn’t have a signature on it, so I have to get an ID or I can’t let you use it.” – Clerk
“This is so rude! I cannot believe you people are even allowed to ask for it, for ANY REASON!” – Her

So…having already had enough of this bullshit, and just wanting to buy my videogame, I start walking towards her.

“Ma’am, what’s the problem here?!” – Me
“This illegal wants to see my ID!” – Her
“She’s obviously not illegal, but if you don’t want her to see your ID, then maybe you can just let me see both cards and I’ll verify it to her?” – Me
“That’s fine. A nice American boy doing the right thing, thank you.” – Her

The clerk hands me the credit card, the woman hands her ID, I look at them and nod to the clerk. I don’t hand the lady back her ID, though.

“So…your name’s [NAME].” – Me
“Yes, that’s right.” – Her
“You live at [ADDRESS]?” – Me
“That’s what the ID says.” – Her
“Do you know my name?” – Me
“Uh, huh? No, I don’t, of course not. Don’t be silly. We just met.” – Her
“Do you know my address?” – Me
“Well obviously I wouldn’t. What’s your point?” – Her
“[HER FULL NAME] who lives at [ADDRESS], why would you give me your ID without knowing who I am, what I want, or what I would do with it? I know who you are and where you live now.” – Me

She just stares at me, speechless as I hand her back the card and the clerk gives her the items she came in to buy.

“Oh, and by the way, I’m a first generation American, you old bitch. So think about how badly you just screwed up as you walk back to your car. I’m not saying I would change my locks, I’m just saying I’d be smarter about things!” – Me

She leaves in a fluster, running out of the store, constantly looking over her shoulder. I give the clerk my items.

“I will be paying with a card, too, but you can always make sure it’s me by asking for my ID. She would have been pissed if someone had stolen that card and used it, but no one asked for ID.” – Me
“Thanks, I don’t even let it bother me anymore. My family has been here since the 30’s. I’m not even Mexican!” – Clerk
“You got me beat…my parents came over in the mid 60’s as children!” – Me

She and I both laugh and when I get the total, I thought I had missed a lower price on the item. Turns out she gave me a 10% off discount.

Company: Eddie Bauer
Outcome: Corporate Check Refund Against Corporate Policy

Just so everyone knows, if you buy something at Eddie Bauer they have to take it back no matter what. Have five year old underwear? They’ll take it back! If you have a receipt, you can get the full price you paid back! I highly suggest everyone takes advantage of this. Buy something, keep the receipt, beat the hell out of it for years, and then return it to either trade up or get the same thing brand new. If you don’t have the receipt, you can still get credit to use in the store in either a gift certificate or a merchandise credit. They aren’t allowed to care one way or another. We used to have people spill things like paint on their $300 down jacket and we had to either take it back or exchange it for a new one. Yep. Do it!

Being former city and military police, I always carried a recorder with me in my pocket. Any customer I talked to, I recorded. Yes, it’s totally legal, you idiots.

With that said, I was working as the temporary manager, since I was the key holder, on the men’s side and we were slammed. I was beginning the process to start an EMT program and needed something else, besides law enforcement, to do, which would give me the time to get everything done and that was it. Well, the manager on the women’s side tells me to just run the register, since I’m the fastest one in the store at it, and she will do her best to cover both sides. We only had two other people working the men’s department and corporate policy demanded there always been someone greeting at all entrances (there were two in this store) and someone on the register. Since the line was backing up into the women’s section, I didn’t have a choice.

For about fifteen minutes I’m cranking people out of the store and I can finally see the end of it all: Only 8 more people in line total! A man walks up with two arms full of clothing. He was holding something like four pairs of socks, three jeans and six shirts from what I recall. He’s obviously older than me, in his late thirties at least, but he has those boyish looks which makes you want to punch him even without getting to know him. With him is this tiny blond with so much jewelry on she could single-highhandedly wipe away Obama’s deficit.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” – Me
“Well, my secretary got me some things for my birthday and they aren’t my style. Most of them don’t even fit. I don’t shop at Eddie Bauer, I’ve never even been in one since before today. There’s nothing here that I would ever have an interest in.” – Him

Looking at this guy it was obvious he loved there was forests, but didn’t think anyone belonged in them. He would fight for free speech, but would demand you be disarmed. Don’t you dare search him or his car, but if you don’t have anything to hide, then you shouldn’t be worried about searches. You know…a libtard.

“Oh, that’s fine. Do you happen to have a gift receipt or the original receipt?” – Me
“No, of course I don’t. Why would I have a receipt? I told you these were gifts!” – Him
“Which is exactly why I asked if you had a gift receipt.” – Me
“I don’t. So I can’t return these?” – Him
“No, you can return them. Most of this stuff just went on sale today, so I’m not even going to mark these down to that. I seriously doubt you ran around grabbing this stuff and then brought it up to us.” – Me

I laugh and so does he. The blond isn’t even cracking a smile, just looking as dead any woman who bases how much she’s worth by how successful the man she’s with is. Most of the items I have to pull up in the terrible system in order to find numbers for and find what the price was before the day’s sale. I finish everything up and give him the amount.

“Okay, so what I can do is either provide a merchandise credit, in which case I will have to take a copy of your driver’s license, or I can do it on a gift card. Neither of them expire, but the gift card gives you the option of letting someone else use it.” – Me
“Unacceptable.” – Him
“Uh, what?” – Me
“Unacceptable. Are you fucking deaf?” – Him
“No, but I’m about to have selective hearing if you continue with that attitude.” – Me
“Just give me cash.” – Him
“I can’t. The system doesn’t even allow me to change the options.” – Me
“Then that whole thing about returns at any time is no problem up on the banner behind you is a god damn lie?!” – Him

He points to the banner, and yes, it does say “Return anything at any time!” It also said, “Eddie Bauer”, “First Ascent” and…underneath where it said “Return anything at anytime!” I pointed out the very slightly smaller print.

“It also says, right there, ‘Merchandise credit is given with no receipt.'” – Me
“No! I want MONEY CASH MONEY!” – Him
“I can’t.” – Me
“Let me talk to who’s in charge here!” – Him
“Me.” – Me as I tap my name tag which says “Manager”
“This is bullshit! PURE BULLSHIT! Just give me everything back!” – Him
“Very well. If you decide to bring it back in the future, if you don’t see me the person might not give you the full price for them and it’ll be the lowest sales price in the last ninety days instead.” – Me
“Oh, that’s fucking beautiful! FUCK ALL OF YOU! I am NEVER SHOPPING HERE AGAIN!” – Him
“Sir, you stated you never shopped here to begin with and this is the first time you’ve even been in our stores.” – Me

As he’s storming out, screaming, with his dead-in-the-soul blond in tow, he can’t help but scream, “FUCK YOU!” one more time. At this point, the female manager finally comes running over asking what’s going on. I fill her in and she starts freaking out about how we aren’t allowed to let people leave upset. She tries to find him, but can’t…that’s because someone called security and the guy was met by the cops who have a sub-station in the mall as well as mall security. They escorted him out of the mall because he was screaming in the commons at everyone.

The co-worker I was with backed me up on everything and how I was doing what corporate told us to do, as well as the store and district managers told us to do. During break, a bunch of people came up to talk to me about it and when I got to the part about how he said he was never shopping at Eddie Bauer again, I told them, “Remember how he said he never shopped here anyway. It’s like a vegetarian boycotting KFC. Who the fuck cares?”

A little over a week later, the store manager comes up to me and asks what happened. I tell her and she says, “Okay.” She then goes on to tell me how, even though I didn’t have the power to give him cash, I should have worked out a way to get him cash (WTF?!) and customers are never allowed to leave upset. Turns out he called corporate, screamed at them, they folded, gave him a full refund for all the items, allowed him to KEEP the items, and wanted me to sign a letter of apology. I refused and was threatened with a write up. I told her I cannot be written up for following company policy and then told her I had a recording of the encounter. She was shocked and surprised, then told me I wasn’t allowed to. Since there is no policy against it, I told her I would continue to do so and it’s to protect both me and the customer.

That recorder saved me two other times at that job and another time when I worked at Zales while doing my medical schooling after I left Eddie Bauer.

Well, that’s good enough for now. I may do another one in the future some time, but for now…it’s a wrap!

Don’t reply to my comments on other blogs (s)

Because I’m not going to respond. Morons.

When I leave a comment on another blog, I am not interested in what you have to say in response if you’re not the author. Hell, a lot of the time, I don’t even care what the author has to say in response. If I’m leaving you a comment in response to something you said, I don’t give a shit what you think about it.

Ironic? Only if you’re an idiot.

If you care what I say in response to you, then you lose and I win. Most of the time when I’m leaving you a message, it’s to point out what a dumb shit you are. If I’m agreeing with you, take it with a grain of salt and not as a trophy.

Honestly, why would I respond to you? All I do when I see the little icon lit up in the corner of my screen is click on it to clear it. I don’t read it. The one of the only times I read a response was when it was someone simply saying, “I’m blocking you!” Well, good for you. You approved my comment only to say you’re going to block me. Problem is, now everyone can see that post from both me and you. You come across as the dumb ass looking for attention.

Just because I don’t respond doesn’t mean you’ve won. I have at least ten cases in the past where I’ve seen the icon stating I have a comment, only to find out it’s someone constantly posting a “reply” asking why I’m not responding, and trying to claim victory. Just because I’m not arguing with an idiot doesn’t mean the idiot is winning. You aren’t winning, I am. Every time you post I get another point.

Thinking about responding to a comment I made on another blog on one of my entries? Well, I’m just going to delete it. Why? Because it’s out of place for the entry and I consider that spam. Continue to do so, and I’m going to block you on the principle of you posting spam in my blog and I’ll report you. You’re free to comment on the current content or even to other people in my entries, but that’s it. Otherwise, I could not care less what you have to say down there in the comments, especially if it’s entertaining.

What is wrong with you gay groups?!

Seriously! What the hell is wrong with you gay groups?! Are you all so fucking sensitive and brain dead everything is a god damn fucking offense to you? Do you not know how to separate someone’s personal beliefs from a show, a business, or anything else?


Just recently the special interest group known as GLAAD threw a huge shit-storm of butt hurt (see what I did there?) over a magazine interview of Phil Robertson, founder of Duck Commander and a star on the TV Show Duck Dynasty, in which he was asked his personal beliefs as to what he thought was a sin. His response was to start with homosexuality and then branch off from there.

So? He didn’t say the show stood for it. He didn’t say the business stood for it. He was asked his fucking, god damn personal beliefs! Yet these pieces of shit went out with pitchforks and torches after A&E to get him removed from the show. What…the…fuck…

Don’t like someone’s political or religious beliefs? EAT SHIT AND DEAL WITH IT. STOP strong arming your special interest and fascism on everyone else, you fucks!

You homosexuals/queers/faggots/flap-lickers/dikes don’t even know what you’re complaining and crying over anymore. You don’t know what the difference between tolerance and acceptance is, and you don’t have a fucking clue as to what equal rights actually is. No, it’s all about special treatments and semantics with you idiots. Maybe if you pulled your heads out of each other’s poop-chute/baby-canals for ten minutes you’d realize you aren’t being oppressed, you’re just a bunch of assholes.

Here’s a novel idea for a change: Claim you don’t agree with what was said, leave the show the fuck alone, and offer to provide information you feel is right to the person to help “educate” (sieg heil!) them on the issue. No, you won’t do that, though. You also won’t go after anyone else spewing hate speech because you agree with it. You pieces of shit claim to be going against hate and defamation, but you don’t go after people who burn churches, bomb abortion clinics, send death threats to Christian organizations, call for the death of certain celebrities, and many other hate filled occurrences.

You go after a chain of restaurants because someone who works there gave his personal beliefs, you go after actors who don’t believe in your homosexual lifestyle being natural (unless it’s someone like Alec Baldwin because you otherwise agree with his political views) when it’s not, and you go after a network to take off one of the off-and-on people for a show you have absolutely no right to after making a statement in an interview when asked his personal beliefs on what sin is. You people are terrible human beings. Not because of your lifestyle choices, but because of how you act.

Oh…what’s that you say? It’s not a choice? You’re born that way? Okay, then you have a birth defect. If GLAAD and other gay special interest groups admit to it being a birth defect, everyone would stop making fun of you so much. We’d understand the reason a lot of your male members are marching around in a parade for “pride” while wearing tiny shorts, makeup, and a dildo strapped to the outside of their ass while screaming, “oooooooOOOooooo!!!” is just because they have a birth defect and they can’t help it. After all, the general public doesn’t openly make fun of the poor kid with down-syndrome struggling to say he needs help with something. Yes, you’re the same as the kid with the water wings and a helmet running around the mall drooling on himself.

It’s a birth defect if you’re born with incorrect coding.

Yes, please leave messages. Please spread this around your little gay groups and blow this page up. It’s funny and you’ll be proving me right on how hate filled you are. You pieces of shit will focus on one or two words in this entire entry and use that to try to come at me. Good luck with that. My stats will go up, my Internet presence will go up, and more people will read my entries.

Be gay, I don’t give a damn, but stop being such a piece of shit.

Mancation…STOP THIS!

For the love of god, stop this “mancation” bullshit. Just because you’re male and going on a vacation, it does not mean you’re on a fucking mancation. You know…just stop combining words, you morons. You aren’t creative, you aren’t smart, and you aren’t being original. Unless it’s something like the unholy offspring of a coyote and an owl, there is no reason to make two words a smoosh into one.

From here on out, every time I hear someone use the term “mancation” I am going to take a huge dump on a newborn puppy and light a baby on fire. Yes, both, not just one, but both. If the person is close enough to me, I am first going to gut them and dump their body in an allyway. It’s going to be so frightening, the new guys will be puking their brains out while the detectives will hug every single child they meet from that day on, just to remind themselves things aren’t as bad as they think it is.

“What do you think happened here, man?”

“Well, his stomach has been ripped out and his tongue was pulled down from his throat, out the hole, and then shoved up his ass. The penis has been cut off, a stick making it erect, and shoved up his throat to make it look like a tongue. The eyeballs have been removed and glued to his head…”

“Best guess?”

“Yep, this dumbass used the term ‘mancation’. He got what he deserved. Justifiable homicide. No arrests are going to be needed. Let’s go get a pizza.”

That is how common it’ll become if you idiots keep using these moronic terms. Cops are going to take one look at the brutality and just not be affected by it anymore should this term become a household term. I will never be prosecuted even this day in age. I’ll just tell me, “Mancation was used!” and they’ll give me a fucking parade.

A mancation isn’t a bunch of guys going out on vacation. A mancation isn’t taking a trip to see family. A mancation isn’t going on a small trip with you buddies. A real mancation is doing something manly. Here’s a small example of what would should and shouldn’t be referenced as a fucking “mancation”.

Climb Mt. Everest with just a few guidesMANLY!
That would be a mancation. Climbing a 24K’ peak with no friends and just a few guides to make sure your dead body comes down the mountain is manly and can be considered a mancation. Hiking around a state park like Mt. Shasta is not a the same thing.

Deep sea dive into a newly discovered shipwreckMANLY!
Yes! This is MANLY! Extra bonus points for diving into a wreck thought lost hundreds of years ago and you helped to recently discovery it. This would be a mancation. However, if you’re doing it for a job, then it’s not a mancation.

Touring rose gardensBITCH STATUS!
This is NOT a mancation! I don’t give a damn if the gardens have taken months to grow into elaborate designs. There is nothing manly about flowers, unless you’re burning down a botanical garden.

Bull fight trainingMANLY!
Sure, if it’s not your job and you’re spending a few weeks learning how to become a bull fighter for no reason other than interest. Again, if it’s your job, it’s not a mancation. If it’s just one of your stops, it’s not a mancation…unless the vacation stops detail other things such as the next thing…

Sex tourMANLY!
Yep, this is manly and is therefore considered a mancation. If you’re a woman doing this, then it’s a slutcation, which isn’t quite the same thing.

Vegas trip with “the boys”NOT MANLY!*
Just going to Las Vegas with your friends to drink, do drugs, and gamble is not manly. Everyone does it.

*Now, if you’re going to Las Vegas with the plan of killing a hooker or two or three, knocking up every stripper in two strip clubs, locking a tiny Asian in a car trunk only to leave him in the desert to die, all the while firing off fully automatic firearms over a residential neighborhood…now that would be manly and classifiable as a mancation.

Going huntingNOT MANLY ENOUGH!
Going hunting isn’t a mancation…it’s just a camping trip with guns and killing an animal. That’s not manly enough to be a mancation. Plenty of men do it and women, too. If you’re going lion hunting with only a knife…well, that’s mancation worthy.

Road trip from anywhere to anywhereNOT MANLY!
No, taking a road trip, even by motorcycle, is not a mancation! You’re just driving or riding your motorcycle. Big fucking deal.

Horse back trip from one state to the next without using main roadsMANLY!
Traveling on horseback from one state to another, and maybe even more, is manly. Dealing with the constant butt rash alone is enough to classify this as manly. If you’re doing this as part of a job or some bullshit dude ranch tour, then it’s not a mancation. It’s also not a mancation if you have a ton of store bought mixes. No, you must get your supplies together and go way off the populated paths and stay off of them until you reach your destination.

Just because you call something a mancation doesn’t make it a mancation. Matter of fact, if you call something a mancation, you instantly make it a bitchcation. Period.
I could go on, but my head hurts and I need to skin a newborn.

Psychology is junk science

Warning: Psychology Ahead
Aw, psychology. If ever there was a useless profession while making too much money, it’s this. The only thing more worthless (in a practice sense) than a psychiatrist is a psychologist. The only thing more worthless than either of those are counselors.

Just ask them and they’ll tell you: Everyone needs psychiatric assistance. Why? Because that’s what they are taught and force fed, and also because most of them probably do need actual help. Any person I have met who was going into the field or was thinking about going into the field all fed the bullshit, “Everyone needs psychiatric help.”

No, not everyone needs psychiatric help, you idiots. What most people want is someone to talk and bitch to. The problem is these power hungry assholes have gone from trying to identify truly dangerous conditions and warning signs, such as a child burning cats alive while also beating the crap out of people he knows, to cashing in on people who have no one to talk to.

When I purchased my home, the lady who lived there prior was a psychology student. The teacher encouraged them to keep a journal according to her writing. She left it by mistake after she moved out. I could literally read as this woman’s life was torn to hell by the very schooling she was attending due to what they were telling her was normal. Oh, and big surprise here: She repeated the mantra of “everyone needs psychiatric help” many times in different forms throughout her journal. At one point she even was asking herself in the journal how her life ended up so out of control and in the pit it was in now. Well, I can tell you it’s when she started that stupid program.

Oh, and did you know every mass shooter in recent history was taking psychotropic drugs, as admited by the International Society For Ethical Psychology and Psychiatry?

You need help because I say so!Before any of you morons start going on about the pseudo-science behind psychology, yes, I have been to a psychologist, no it wasn’t for being crazy, no it wasn’t my choice, no I wasn’t ordered to go because I needed help. The reason I went was because my past career required it before hire and after firearms related incidents. I even had to attend a few sessions before being let out of the military at the time because of the missions I undertook. Also, yes, I have known other people who got into psychology/psychiatry and I broke off all relationships with them because they turned into even bigger douche bags.
Normal is what they claim
Aside from their popular mantra, the other major reason I can’t stand these people is how they only believe what is taught to them to be normal. Back in the day, it was normal for children to be attracted to ten things going on during recess and play with eight things at once…now it’s fucking ADD. Hell, even now adults have ADHD because they find it hard to concentrate on boring ass meetings rather than sit there and listen. News flash: Being bored is normal and human! Children need to learn how to multitask and play with many things at once until their brain develops. Thinking about hot naked people on a tropical beach as you see yourself sipping a drink when you’re actually reading through TPS reports is perfectly normal! Everything is a damn disorder to these idiots. For those of us here in America, we have a lot of fun things we can be doing, so when you’re staring at five days of mind numbing paperwork and wishing you were playing Battlefield 4 instead, it’s not a disorder.

This day in age if you’re angry about something, you have a disorder. If you’re sad about something, you have a disorder. If you’re bored, you have a disorder. If you write, paint, or make movies about strange things, then you have a disorder.

I'm angry...I must have a disorder!Guess what? Anger is a normal response to something which pisses you off. Want to know why something pissed you off? Who cares! You’re upset about it and you have a right to be. Now, if you’re flying off the handle because someone is writing about how psychology is bullshit on the Internet, you have some deeper rooted problems you need to figure out and you aren’t expressing yourself correctly during your life. Fix that shit! You don’t need a psychology “expert” to tell you if you bottle up everything you’ll explode.
One personal experience
I know you’re all probably interested in what the whole incident with me regarding psychologists is about. Well, I was a police officer for some years and when I went into the hiring process, I was required to undergo a polygraph and psychological exam. That psych test was the biggest bullshit waste of time I have done in a long time for a job application. If you’re wondering, you’re an idiot, because I was obviously hired.

Basically, what happened is I get to the place and am given a colored packet with a number. I could have had between 316 questions and 1,699 questions to answer. No shit. This is known as the IPIP-Neo (International Personality Item Pool
Representation of the NEO PI-R™) in order to decide what kind of person you are. I lucked out and only had 316 questions to answer, but it still took me a few hours to do because I was given two other packets to answer questions with. When I finished, I had to wait again to see if they wanted to then do an actual person-to-person psychological exam. Yeah, you heard me right: a computer decided if I warranted a conversation with a human to be screened as a cop.

So I finally get in to see a real person and it’s this reasonably attractive woman who greets me. I’m not kidding…this is exactly how it happened:

Her – “Hello, Sunrie (she used my real name). I’m just going to ask you a series of questions and ask you to clarify things if I have to.”

Me – “*shaking hear hand and walking in* Oh, okay. Well as you know my name is Sunrie (used my real name). I am 5’9″ tall, 145lbs, blue eyes, dark brown hair. I like a wide form of music, hiking, fishing, and long walks on the beach back when I was in California. I like red heads, but don’t discriminate. Sense of humor is a must.”

Her – “*slowly writing on her pad* I guess we have all the answers then. *sits down on her chair*”

Me – “Oh, awesome, I passed! *laughs*”

Her – “*continues to write and motions to the chair while not looking at me* I didn’t say anything about passing.”

Me – “Oh…in that case, my name is Michael Begario and I want to thank you for shopping at BestBuy!”

Her – “*says nothing and keeps writing*”

Me – “Uhm…should I just sit down then?”

Her – “*finally stops writing, looks at me and nods* Please.”

I just kind of shrugged and sat down, stretched bit and then told her I was ready to start. I was asked some strange and bizarre questions, a few which shocked me, which is difficult to do. At the end of the application process I ended up in front of the chief who then went over all the results of the polygraph (another junk pseudo-science) and the psych exam. What did it say? Well, her interpretation of my results were this: Egotistical personality stemming from narcissism which can lead to extreme risk taking and suicidal tendencies; Severe problem with authority. I looked at the chief and let him know I wasn’t suicidal.

If you’re interested, at the bottom of this entry is a copy my results, which are kind of funny. I found the exact test I took back then and retook it.
Why you should be concerned
Some of you may be thinking, “Well, that’s all good and funny, but I don’t have to deal with it.” WRONG! When you apply at almost any company these days they have you take a psychology test. They call it a “personality test” or a “placement test” and even claim “This is not a psychological evaluation.” That statement is pure bullshit, because every 8 out of 10 of the questions on there come from the IPIP-Neo exam!

Typical Liberal piece of shitOn top of that, you have many of these crazy people trying to say you’re crazy for being normal. Did you know that if you believe in the right to defend yourself and use the Second Amendment of the United States Constitution, you have a mental illness? Yep! Simply for owning a gun you’re now mentally deficient. Like reading children’s stories and you’re an adult? You’re also mentally deficient! You liberals aren’t off the hook, either. Did you know Liberalism is also considered an mental illness? Yep, it’s a sub-group of narcissism.
Some fun proof psychology is bullshit
So, for a little fun and to laugh at the moronic field of study this has become, I took a few of the psychology tests they give people to check if they’re okay. Let’s start off with me taking the Personality Disorder Test. …shut up…

Borderline Personality Disorder Test
So, this one I figured would be pretty funny to take because I had a feeling it was going to tell me I had a personality disorder. Why? Remember the psychological mantra: Everyone needs psychiatric help!

So, I go about and answer the questions…here’s the result:

Current score is: 2

Scoring Borderline Personality Disorder Test:
0-4 (You may have symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder)
5-10 (Higher likelihood you have Borderline Personality Disorder)

Do you see that?! Even if you score a god damn zero you’re being listed as possibly having a personality disorder! Are you thinking maybe this is just something a person made and put online as one of those silly tests, like on Facebook? Nope. This is on the bottom of the test:

This Borderline Personality Disorder test is based upon Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (American Psychiatric Association, 4th Ed.) criteria for BPD. 2004.

Yep. Psychologists believe you may have a personality disorder simply be being alive. Sure my score was reasonably low, but I think I’m a little upset it wasn’t higher.

Schizophrenia Screening Test
Yes, I know I’m kind of stretching here, but let’s see what the test results say. Now, mind you, I find myself a little able to see paranormal activity, so some of the questions I answered honestly to, but might not apply. Still, here’s the result:

Current score is: 10

Scoring the Schizophrenia Screening Test:
0-9 (No schizophrenia)
10-14 (Possibility of early signs of schizophrenia)
15+ (More signs schizophrenia)

This one is slightly more forgiving stating if you have 0-9 then you don’t have schizophrenia. However, why even have a 15+ when 10 or more says it’s early signs of schizophrenia? Why not just tell people if you have 10+ to print this out and see a doctor, wasting thousands of dollars?

Once again, the bottom of the test claims this is actually from a real thing:

This schizophrenia test is based upon Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (American Psychiatric Association, 4th Ed.) criteria for schizophrenia. 2004. All rights reserved.

Adult ADHD
Alright! Let’s get to something a little more serious and common! So, do I have ADHD like almost every psychologist/psychiatrist wants me to believe? Well…I do hate to and find it hard to concentrate on really boring paperwork…I like to day dream when I can…I have a very active imagination…

Current score is: 26

70+ (High probability of Adult ADHD)
50-69 (Moderate Adult ADHD)
35-49 (Mild Adult ADHD)
25-34 (Boderline Adult ADHD)
0-25 (Adult ADHD unlikely)

People with similar scores have great difficulty concentrating on a single task, and cannot pay attention in meetings, discussions, or stay ‘on task’.

Are you kidding me? So I have “borderline Adult ADHD” simply because I don’t like certain things, I’m easily amused, boring things don’t hold my attention, and annoying people piss me off?

What’s with 70+ being a high probability, but under that you DO have it, unless you’re 25- which is simply “unlikely”?

Yes, folks, because you’re too free willed and have a sense of individuality, you have ADHD and need medication. You aren’t shutting up and letting people tell you what to do, and you aren’t sitting down quietly to just do your mundane tasks, so you nee to be medicated.

Sie werden sich hinsetzen. Sie werden ruhig sein. Sie werden die Psychologie nicht beleidigen! Sieg heil! Sieg und wholstand!

You nor I have fucking ADHD! We are adults with other things on our mind besides some bullshit someone claims is important, but isn’t. Know what’s important? A cop stopping an armed robbery. Know what’s important? A paramedic saving a dying mother from bleeding out on the way to the hospital. Know what’s important? A fireman saving a child from a burning building. Know what isn’t important? Making sure the shelves are stocked with the newest Dove soap. Know what isn’t important? Making sure your spreadsheet is full of the updated parts information for satellite receivers. You may think it’s important, and it may be for the company, but in the grand scheme of life, it isn’t important.

Oh, once again:

Copyright 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993 Larry Jasper & Ivan Goldberg. All rights reserved. Adopted from the printed edition of the Jasper/Goldberg Adult ADD Screening Examination for electronic distribution.

Alcoholism Test
This is by far my favorite…even more than the result for being bi-polar! What you should know about me is I hardly ever drink. The last time I actually went out for a night of drinking was my bachelor party on September 26th. My guys got me pretty wasted. Before that? It was my birthday the previous year. I drink what could be considered heavily once every four to twelve months. I’m lucky to average one bottle of beer every month and a half. I just don’t drink that much. Combined the fact of not feeling like it with almost always being armed all the time, it just doesn’t happen.

Well, what does the test say about me?

Current score is: 9

Scoring the Alcoholism Test:
0-1: (alcoholism a possibility)
2: (alcoholism a strong possibility)
3+: (high chances of being an alcoholic)

There are many different forms of treatment for alcoholism. The important thing to remember: there is help available.

Yep! Looks like I’m an alcoholic! The questions ranged from things like, “Do you feel a drink helps calm you down?” to “You always need a drink during certain times of the day.”

According to this fucking thing I am a high chance of being an alcoholic, which is completely and utter bullshit. After all, I’m addicted to video games…and boobs.

Sorry…when I took this one I forgot to copy the information on who originated the test…

Bipolar Test
I was looking forward to this one. It became my favorite just slightly behind the one for alcoholism. Like the one having to do with schizophrenia, some of my answers may not apply, but they’re the truth. So, what does it have to say about me?

Current score is: 8

This bipolar test automatically tallies the score for the MDQ, Mood Disorder Questionnaire:
0-6 points: Your responses do NOT meet the criteria that suggest a diagnosis of bipolar disorder.
7 or above: Answering “Yes” to 7 or more of the events in questions #1-13; Answering “Yes” to question #14, and answering “Moderate Problem” or “Serious Problem” to question #15 is considered a positive screen for bipolar disorder.

Help is available through bipolar medications and therapy for bipolar disorder. Please print out your bipolar test and score and share it with your doctor or therapist.

Ha! Take it for what it’s worth, but this says I’m bipolar. I know for a fact I’m not. Notice the suggestion about printing it out and getting medication plus therapy for it? Yep, spend more stupid amounts of money while getting medicated.

Want to know the worst part? Let’s say I was concerned about this and went to a psychiatrist or psychologist. Not only would the former give me the medication “just to be safe”, but I’d lose all my Second Amendment rights as well. Let’s pretend I actually am a bipolar person with a gun and now I’m afraid to lose it. What’s worse? Someone not taking the medications or the one who is?

Well…actually the person taking the medications. Every mass shooter in recent history was taking psychotropic drugs, as admited by the International Society For Ethical Psychology and Psychiatry, remember?

Here’s who came up with this test:

Derived from Hirschfeld RM. Am J Psychiatry. 2000:157(11):1873-1875.

Social Anxiety Disorder
I figured this one would be null and void given my personality, but as it turns out, things are just not cut and dry in the world of psychology.

Current score is : 4

Scoring: The symptoms you are experiencing indicate you might have Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD).

Wha..wha…whaaaaaat?! I’m the guy, you probably call him the annoying asshole, who strikes up conversations with random people in line, dancing on the table completely sober at parties (even family ones) and jumping into the middle of a group of people to get attention…but I have Social Anxiety Disorder?! What the fuck!?

I was confused, so I read on and the following is the description of the disorder. Surely I must just be misunderstanding something…

In patients with SAD, feared social or performance situations typically provoke an immediate anxious reaction ranging from diffuse apprehension to situational panic.

Well…that still doesn’t fit my personality nor how I feel.

How do I get help for it, though?

Help is available through anti-anxiety medications and various therapies for Social Anxiety Disorder.

Yeah…of course…

Where it came from:

This social anxiety-social phobia test is based upon the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (American Psychiatric Association, 4th Ed.) criteria for social anxiety disorder. 2004. All rights reserved.

My Personality Test
This is what some of you were waiting for! I’m an ENTJ…whatever the fucking hell that means. I don’t know what the percentages next to everything means and I don’t give a a damn.

It does but it doesn’t describe me…Hey, kind of like fortunetelling!

Extravert(33%) iNtuitive(50%) Thinking(75%) Judging(22%)

You have moderate preference of Extraversion over Introversion (33%)
You have moderate preference of Intuition over Sensing (50%)
You have distinctive preference of Thinking over Feeling (75%)
You have slight preference of Judging over Perceiving (22%)

Domain/Facet……….. Score
..Activity Level………..75

Your score on Extraversion is high, indicating you are sociable, outgoing, energetic, and lively. You prefer to be around people much of the time.

Domain/Facet……….. Score

Your score on Agreeableness is low, indicating less concern with others’ needs Than with your own. People see you as tough, critical, and uncompromising.

Domain/Facet……….. Score

Your score on Conscientiousness is high. This means you set clear goals and pursue them with determination. People regard you as reliable and hard-working.

Domain/Facet……….. Score

Your score on Neuroticism is low, indicating that you are exceptionally calm, composed and unflappable. You do not react with intense emotions, even to situations that most people would describe as stressful.

Openness to Experience
Domain/Facet……….. Score
..Artistic Interests…….58

Your score on Openness to Experience is average, indicating you enjoy tradition but are willing to try new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual.

Well, there it all is! Psychology is junk science, known as pseudo-science. It looks like real science, but it isn’t. It’s just like fortunetelling or using magnets on your wrists to have better balance.

For some fun, here’s the good kind of psychiatrist…A Frontier Psychiatrist!