“He acts like he does not understand English, but he understands everything that is relevant to him, it’s a blatant show of disrespect, over and over, in my own house. Drives me up the wall and you know that I am a very calm person usually. I know he is your father, but the next time he’s coming, he will be staying at the bedandcoffee or whatever it’s called. He can afford that. He said he’d come for three weeks, now it’s been 6 and there is no sign of him leaving. It’s becoming absolutely unbearable.“
“ But Cherie, he is my father, I can’t do anything about it, he’s been like this all his life and he is sick with Arthritis and when he is in pain he can be a bit of a grouch.”
“ And he is always a pain.”
—
“In fact if he wasn’t your father, he’d be in a lot more pain right now, trust me. Not only would he have found himself and his stuff in the street the first night after he pulled that “half a nigger” - shit on the baby right in front of moms, makes my blood boil. I still can’t believe it. … And if I wasn’t a father myself now, proud father of the most beautiful, ass kicking, bad ass little mother fucking baby, who is going to run this shit show one day anyway, well, then putting a tire iron to that mother fucking grumpy old surrender monkey’s ugly mug would have been a blast to me right there and then, the first night he arrived. Right after he opened his venomous mouth for the first time. “
“Cherie, that’s ‘arsh, he is my father after all, I don’t know what should I say?”
“I’m sorry too boo, but I’m raging inside. I can’t believe that I have to leave my house to have a one on one with my woman and that I have to take the baby into a bar with me, just because he is there. Drinking, ranting. Seriously, all joking aside, he is such an asshole, I don’t understand how such a lovely person as you could be the daughter of such a social train wreck, is he even human? Your poor mother, I understand what she went through now, it wasn’t cool of her to jump ship on you like that, but I completely ab-so-fuck-ing-lute-ly understand it now.”
“She did not jump of a ship, she jumped of a bridge.”
“ —-Oh honey, I’m sorry , I had no idea that that’s how it happened. That’s horrible. Just so you know, “Jumping ship’ , that’s just a figure of speech, it means when someone is bailing out on their given task. I'm sure that that’s not what she did with you, it just popped out like that. Poor old Joselyn Sabetout, she had her life ruined by that nasty old know-it -all. He was probably even worse when he was younger, even more obnoxiously cocky, before he started suffering from the gout and having those first onsets of Alzheimer.”
“ Ass’ole ‘eimers? What is that ?”
“ :-D“
“ :-}“
“Oh honey bun, you’re so cute, I adore you, muah, you make me smile at the direst moments. Well, it seems to me that, very fittingly, or as you just brilliantly, probably accidentally but in a ominously ingenius way just pointed out quite accurately....
fuckit, well lets just say it just dawned on me that maybe Asshole'eimers: as you called it, might just be a sickness which befalls all those people who do not want to remember any of the the bad decisions they made in the course of their lives, resulting in them forgetting everything else along with it; the good moments and the bad, who they are, who their relatives and friends are, who they used to love and what they used to stand for. They might regress to a state of catatonia where all they want to do is play with their puppets or their train sets, just like when they were innocent wee children, before they started to be those types of obnoxious and plain annoying bullies that claim the world and then some for themselves and only themselves just out of a sense of entitlement that is based in some kind of aristocratic superiority complex, which was handed down to them by their equally deluded parents and so on and so on…. This ginormous circle of shit that does not get interrupted until a person in the executioners line up steps out of the fucking merry-go-round and starts their own show somewhere else……. These retarded fucks have no interest in anything but themselves all their lives and when they are done with imagining themselves as being interesting or successful or whatever little assembly line little fucking-chinese-made plastic illusion they had bought into as a blueprint for their measly little lives collapses…..well, in that moment when their delusions pop and their money does not buy any love and their hatred and blatant displays of indifference to anything beautiful or inspiring or soft or weak or dogg forbid even funny finds no resistance any more for them to fight with, because their kind of bullshit schemes are plain useless in this new world we live in…..Well in that moment their life is basically over and they regress to this state of a parrot, just as an for example, sitting in their big houses, or luxury nursing homes, repeating their technocratic little mantras over and over, drooling onto their large picture books for grown ups like little babies, needing to get their asses wiped ——"
"---"
"Ass'ole'eimers, you are brilliant baby!“
“—-“
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I guess I got carried away there, but I feel better now.”
“It’s ok, Cherie, I love it when you put you’re anger into words, its fascinating to me, the american language, you are so free to express whatever you think, speaking french is not like that.”
“I’m glad that you feel that way baby. Sometimes I get a little worried that I talk to much when I bust into these rants, my mind just turns into this five hundred thousand ton freight train that does not want to stop when I’m angry. I just hope my little Ass'ole'eimers monologue was not being recorded, because otherwise I would probably have the real Alzheimer lobby on my ass for the rest of my life.
Don't want to get branded for actually making fun of handicapped people. Anyway my lovely sunshine, I just want you to know that right now, in this present moment we have each other, right now, it’s just you and me and the baby and nothing else matters. The two of you and I, the three of us, that’s my whole universe babe. Nothing else in this world matters.”
“Je t’aime, mon amour.”
“I love you too, honeybun.
By the way, how do like the filet mignon today, it's just so juicy? Goes well with the Montepulciano and that Oumou Sangare track that's been looping on the playlist for the last 20 minutes, doesn't it?
...."
"If the music bothers you, you should tell the bartender."
"You're right. I'm sorry, I had resolved to stop being that dick that needs to point out everything that's wrong with everything all the time."
“ But Cherie, he is my father, I can’t do anything about it, he’s been like this all his life and he is sick with Arthritis and when he is in pain he can be a bit of a grouch.”
“ And he is always a pain.”
—
“In fact if he wasn’t your father, he’d be in a lot more pain right now, trust me. Not only would he have found himself and his stuff in the street the first night after he pulled that “half a nigger” - shit on the baby right in front of moms, makes my blood boil. I still can’t believe it. … And if I wasn’t a father myself now, proud father of the most beautiful, ass kicking, bad ass little mother fucking baby, who is going to run this shit show one day anyway, well, then putting a tire iron to that mother fucking grumpy old surrender monkey’s ugly mug would have been a blast to me right there and then, the first night he arrived. Right after he opened his venomous mouth for the first time. “
“Cherie, that’s ‘arsh, he is my father after all, I don’t know what should I say?”
“I’m sorry too boo, but I’m raging inside. I can’t believe that I have to leave my house to have a one on one with my woman and that I have to take the baby into a bar with me, just because he is there. Drinking, ranting. Seriously, all joking aside, he is such an asshole, I don’t understand how such a lovely person as you could be the daughter of such a social train wreck, is he even human? Your poor mother, I understand what she went through now, it wasn’t cool of her to jump ship on you like that, but I completely ab-so-fuck-ing-lute-ly understand it now.”
“She did not jump of a ship, she jumped of a bridge.”
“ —-Oh honey, I’m sorry , I had no idea that that’s how it happened. That’s horrible. Just so you know, “Jumping ship’ , that’s just a figure of speech, it means when someone is bailing out on their given task. I'm sure that that’s not what she did with you, it just popped out like that. Poor old Joselyn Sabetout, she had her life ruined by that nasty old know-it -all. He was probably even worse when he was younger, even more obnoxiously cocky, before he started suffering from the gout and having those first onsets of Alzheimer.”
“ Ass’ole ‘eimers? What is that ?”
“ :-D“
“ :-}“
“Oh honey bun, you’re so cute, I adore you, muah, you make me smile at the direst moments. Well, it seems to me that, very fittingly, or as you just brilliantly, probably accidentally but in a ominously ingenius way just pointed out quite accurately....
fuckit, well lets just say it just dawned on me that maybe Asshole'eimers: as you called it, might just be a sickness which befalls all those people who do not want to remember any of the the bad decisions they made in the course of their lives, resulting in them forgetting everything else along with it; the good moments and the bad, who they are, who their relatives and friends are, who they used to love and what they used to stand for. They might regress to a state of catatonia where all they want to do is play with their puppets or their train sets, just like when they were innocent wee children, before they started to be those types of obnoxious and plain annoying bullies that claim the world and then some for themselves and only themselves just out of a sense of entitlement that is based in some kind of aristocratic superiority complex, which was handed down to them by their equally deluded parents and so on and so on…. This ginormous circle of shit that does not get interrupted until a person in the executioners line up steps out of the fucking merry-go-round and starts their own show somewhere else……. These retarded fucks have no interest in anything but themselves all their lives and when they are done with imagining themselves as being interesting or successful or whatever little assembly line little fucking-chinese-made plastic illusion they had bought into as a blueprint for their measly little lives collapses…..well, in that moment when their delusions pop and their money does not buy any love and their hatred and blatant displays of indifference to anything beautiful or inspiring or soft or weak or dogg forbid even funny finds no resistance any more for them to fight with, because their kind of bullshit schemes are plain useless in this new world we live in…..Well in that moment their life is basically over and they regress to this state of a parrot, just as an for example, sitting in their big houses, or luxury nursing homes, repeating their technocratic little mantras over and over, drooling onto their large picture books for grown ups like little babies, needing to get their asses wiped ——"
"---"
"Ass'ole'eimers, you are brilliant baby!“
“—-“
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I guess I got carried away there, but I feel better now.”
“It’s ok, Cherie, I love it when you put you’re anger into words, its fascinating to me, the american language, you are so free to express whatever you think, speaking french is not like that.”
“I’m glad that you feel that way baby. Sometimes I get a little worried that I talk to much when I bust into these rants, my mind just turns into this five hundred thousand ton freight train that does not want to stop when I’m angry. I just hope my little Ass'ole'eimers monologue was not being recorded, because otherwise I would probably have the real Alzheimer lobby on my ass for the rest of my life.
Don't want to get branded for actually making fun of handicapped people. Anyway my lovely sunshine, I just want you to know that right now, in this present moment we have each other, right now, it’s just you and me and the baby and nothing else matters. The two of you and I, the three of us, that’s my whole universe babe. Nothing else in this world matters.”
“Je t’aime, mon amour.”
“I love you too, honeybun.
By the way, how do like the filet mignon today, it's just so juicy? Goes well with the Montepulciano and that Oumou Sangare track that's been looping on the playlist for the last 20 minutes, doesn't it?
...."
"If the music bothers you, you should tell the bartender."
"You're right. I'm sorry, I had resolved to stop being that dick that needs to point out everything that's wrong with everything all the time."
