I've had it up to here...and I'm pretty fucking tall

I consider myself a fairly compassionate person, but my compassion gauge is way past empty, folks. Some people on this planet are just takers, plain and simple; all they do is take and consume and give nothing back, ever.

Yesterday I was walking back to work from a break when I was approached by a damn dirty hippie. I have compassion for true homeless people who suffer from mental illness or even substance abuse, but this waste of DNA is just a spoiled white kid from an upper middle class background who doesn't want to work; so he can kindly eat the semi-digested corn from my shit. Anyway, he predictably asked for a quarter (really, if you were poor and destitute, would you ask for two bits, like that would save you from poverty?), and I just shook my head "No".

"You have a nice day, sir," he said sarcastically.

"You too," I answered without breaking stride.

I should have given him the vicious fucking beatdown he so richly deserved. I should have grabbed his filthy dreads and punched a little real life into his fucking face. I don't care if that piece of human filth ever works a day in his life, but HOW DARE HE give me attitude for not contributing to his sloth-like lifestyle? I woke up at four-thirty in the A - cuntfuck - M to go to my shitty job just so I can barely pay my bills this month; I don't need patcheuli-stank's guilt trip or false niceties. I hope he smokes nothing but skunkweed the rest of his life.

Then, later in the day, a man walked up to me and got mad because I don't speak Spanish. You know, if he hadn't been an el grande cunt I would have found someone who speaks Spanish to help him, even though I don't officially work for Home Depot and am not obligated to do so, just because I'm a nice guy. But he's going to yell at me for not learning Spanish? I turned my back on the asshole. That's the universal language for "You are an annoying douche and I hope your children get smallpox."

Then a few minutes later, the same guy yelled at a cashier for not speaking Spanish. The funny thing is, this cashier was born in the Philippines, moved to this country and learned to speak English. But I guess that's not enough; SHE SHOULD LEARN A THIRD LANGUAGE TO JUSTIFY HER LOFTY POSITION OF CASHIER AT HOME DEPOT.

Fuck that dickhead! You know what America has enough of? Stupid, self-centered pricks. We don't need to import more of them. I have nothing against immigration, by the way. I'd gladly accept ten decent people from any country on earth if one dickhead, even one born on American soil, would be shipped somewhere far away.

Oh, and the road that runs through my subdivision may be the most dangerous neighborhood road on earth. The aggressive yuppie types who live in the "country club" section treat the road as their own personal Autobahn, with no rules, no speed limit, and no concern for the safety of themselves or others. Meanwhile, the fossils who are waiting to die in the retirement community barely push their speedometers past double digits and brake at every intersection even when they don't have a stop sign. These two distinctly different groups of people should not share common driving space. I fear for my life every time I go to the grocery.

And, yeah, I want to get the fuck out of this town. It's stealing my soul.