My Finances...

You know, I probably don't have the hardest job in the world. Hell I know people with jobs tougher than mine. A very good friend of mine drives a trash truck. That can't be easy. My brother is a carpenter. I think he's lost more fingernails due to hammer impact than anyone else in history. There are jobs much tougher than mine everywhere. I know this. I do, however, work hard. What my job lacks in physical necessity it more than makes up for in stress levels. I put a lot of hours in, I deal with quite a bit of crap, and most of the time I'm forced to deal with certain levels of problems even on my days off. Needless to say, I certainly work hard for my money.

And what I hate to a level I can't even describe is the people that are looking for hand outs. I'm not just talking about the friends that are too lazy to get a job so every week they're looking for another twenty bucks so they can pick up beer. Yeah, that aggravates me, but I'm talking about these people on tv that aren't selling anything but everlasting life.

Now, let's get one thing straight here...if I walk down the street and I see some leg-less, homeless bum sitting on the curb, drinking water out of an old boot because the leather makes it taste like whiskey, while he's sitting next to what he considers to be his best friend but is, in fact, a pink boo-boo bunny that he stole from some little girl in the park that just wanted her head to feel better, then yeah......I'm going to give this guy something. He needs it. And I don't really care what he spends it on. Food, alcohol, tobacco.....whatever. Whatever makes him happy. He's probably made some poor choices in life and now he has to pay for it by living on the streets. Let the bastard buy whatever he wants. But if you're some jerk-off that has his own tv and radio show....if you have on a three piece suit that, more than likely, costs more than my whole wardrobe.....if you're just some ass bag mo-fo that's preaching that you need my money so you can make another payment on your 2009 Lexus, then you can kiss my ass.

That's right folks!!! I speak of the ultra-hated televangelist. This same ass-clown that tells me one day that I should send all of my money to him so I can have a place at the right hand of God, is the same shit head that tells me the next day that money can't buy me happiness. Are you kidding me? So let me get this straight....money can't buy me love, respect, honor, caring, or happiness....but it can buy me a seat in Heaven? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKIN' MIND?!?! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THAT?!?! What about the poor people out there? Are they doomed to an eternity of damnation because they can't afford to send you money after paying rent and buying food? How about the people that have never seen your show?! Are they all screwed because they're not awake at three in the morning to watch your show?! I'm not really sure it should be their fault!!! They don't even know you're on!!! I'd be willing to bet every penny I make for the rest of my life that those people wouldn't give a crap if they DID know you were on. You still wouldn't get their money.

I understand some people believe in that type of stuff. I understand that its a question of faith. I also understand that most of the people that believe in that and send their money to the televangelist are the same people that barely have a pot to piss in. Not only that, but they're more than likely the same people that have an uncle in rehab, a nephew in a wheel chair, a sister with some incurable muscle disorder, and a freakin' cat with three legs. I'm not sure they have any reason to believe, but they still do. I've got some advice for them............

KEEP YOUR MONEY!!!!!!! Buy your cat a fake leg and your Uncle Remus a bottle of Wild Turkey. He's more fun when he's drunk anyway. Stop sending your money to these people. Hold onto it. Enjoy it while you're here. Let your actions speak for the afterlife....not your money.

DAMN THE MAN!!!!!!