I am going to preface this post with a story, Kenneth J Powers “Hollywood” style:

So, there I am pumping gas at Chevron on my way home from the gym– I almost always go to 76, but it was full. I am having to hold the pump at a certain angle, because some ass clown up in Sacramento decided it was a good idea to make pumps that don’t allow the release of any gas vapors. Pretty much fucking over everyone with a car older than 2010. I was very focused on this stupid task when I see headlights coming from behind– then this stupid woman in a X5, with her iPhone in front of her face, taps my bumper. It hit my factory spoiler that is built into the car, that spoiler is like a big razor blade, it cut right through the stupid silver bars on her grill. I slapped her hood and said”WTF?!” She rolled down her window started cussing at me like a sailor. I asked her to politely back up so I could leave, if she did not want to exchange insurance. She then proceeded to tell me, with quite a few colorful words, that I was not going to be able to leave until her husband got there to “deal with me.”

It’s a stupid city gas station, built on some fucked up “van Gogh” style lot, thus I was wedged in. I replaced the pump and leaned on my car thinking “well this should be fun.” This guy comes screaming down the hill in his blue 911, and whips it into the station, scratching the shit out of his bumper. I’m in just a sweatshirt over my workout tank with shorts on, mind you. He jumps out of his car and starts in on me “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!???? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!!??!?!” My response “let’s find out little man.” He was like 6’3″ but super lanky, in the gheyest clothes with no socks. As soon as I started toward this dude “Full Rhino,” he jumped back behind his door and started asking me what happened, then yelled at his wife, she called him a few bad names. They both then got in their cars and left.

The takeaway? It was completely her fault but instead of assume blame, or just be neutral, she chose to blame it on me and try to “get me in trouble.” this is the sad nature of our society. We are weak, privileged, and pathetic.

It disgusts me that people need to have a New Years resolution just to get up off their fat asses and do something physical. “You have to drive an eighth mile, literally kitty-corner from your front door, to taco bell at midnight?” I’m not perfect, but fuck me if I’m going to be a burden on someone else. I’m sorry that I am somewhat, because I sometimes require the services of the VA. I’m not ripped, but if you follow me on twitter you saw the video I uploaded today of me doing sprints. I workout so hard, it’s my second favorite part of the day besides dinner and TeeVee with Lady Rhino. I don’t know why. See, I’ve always been active, except for spurts here and there, but they are never longer than about two months, and I can only think of about two. I think that they both came on the end of an injury too. It’s been a long time though, and everyday when I get up it’s about pushing the ceiling on the market and then when working out, whether indoors or at the track. I don’t know why, but I love it. I am constantly thinking about the market and working out. Lady Rhino does not like to workout, but she loves to go on walks, long ones, watches what she eats, and focuses her energy on crafts and other extracurricular activities. Including, but not limited to,  all manner of dog knowledge to make it easier to be ambassadors for the APBT and Shar Pei breeds, and their mixes.

Does everyone not have a drive to do something like this?I believe it is not human to want to just sit idly by, on your couch, with no purpose in life. Isn’t being human about finding your one place in this vast world, where you make your mark? [Quick note: the Pei is being a pain in the ass and delaying this post]. Maybe I’ve been watching too much of “The Walking Dead,” but I can’t help but think what happens if there’s another Katrina or Sandy? A bunch of helpless fuckers who can’t even exist in a city where the tech boom has created an oasis in a shitty economy. What if we have a big earthquake here in CA? What are these whiny fuckers going to do? Feinstein took your guns, so now you get looted, raped, and maybe worse– reality is shocking, I know. Do you have a plan? How are you going to get medication if your loved ones need it? How about fresh water? Where’s the nearest hospital, police station, fire station, etc?  Does anyone have any allergies? Do you no which way is north, south, east, and west? I could go on forever.

Why does this matter? We have a natural genetic instinct to praise those who can do super human things, whether it’s some dude in his mom’s basement watching anime, or Jimmy-Joe watching “The Tide Roll.” Okay, so why this then? Per Rhino senior, who is a certified Nuclear Engineer Genius (seriously), mind you:

We like to watch football and the UFC because it brings us back to the plains of Africa, the steppe of Asia, the seas of the North Atlantic. These are the men that made the Wholly Mammoth go instinct, men who killed Saber-toothed Tigers [Cat, to be scientific]. These are the men that keep us alive. The problem now is that no one feels that insecurity, so the military, the “First Responders,” even the teachers, get payed very little. Why value folks that actually provide intrinsic value, right?

He went on, but so is this post. We are dependent on the government. We can’t be trusted to own an inanimate object, we can’t be trusted to choose who we spend our life with, and we can’t be trusted to grow and consume a plant that is non-toxic. We can be trusted to spend free money the government gives us though, and guess what? Why not have a few kids? Did you know you get more money for that?

How FUCKED UP IS THAT? Kids have become like securities, “have a kid, get a dividend.” Have we lost our humanity? Where’s the innovation? The reason? The logic? The drive? The humanity?

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