What's Wrong with Being a Xiao Cheebye?

It's unstoppable and as more developed societies roll out endless maternity and natal positive policies, the worst possible people are reproducing. Education doesn't help, social morality is considered a joke now and because of late stage Capitalism, a lot of these human rodents have enough money to keep popping out more mindless vermin.

I sold my ipad mini for it's freedom last night. I couldn't afford to hold on to it and my mistaken belief was that the iOS keyboard was more conducive to rapid typing, that's why I got it in the first place, to write better. But it was still clunky, it had the Apple aesthetic perfection and the sophisticated psychosomatic researched swish of app features, but everything was locked down and manicured. So I set it free, the ipad now has a passport, it's on a plane somewhere else. I can't have a passport nor can I leave. But my ipad is free and that is enough for me.

This weekend has been an exercise in pain management. Physical, psychic, social and intellectual. Let's look at the amazing reasons shall we?

A. I deal with spoiled brats all over this delightful island city. Have been handling them since I was 14. Since the tuition industry here is valued at at least 1.5 billion USD and counting, that means acting as tutor/language coach/au pair/nanny/punching bag for these little pieces of shit. I am 44. So that means many of the original PoS have vermin offspring themselves now.

B. I just left a public restroom with a bunch of 9 year olds acting like cribs in LA. This piglet bastard cheebye boy, literally called me a cunt in local parlance, when I told him to step aside. I went over to his tuition center, just next to the washroom.

I described the entire incident. And I was brushed off nonchalantly. Apparently if you can afford 300 USD per lesson, you don't actually have to behave like a human being. In fact the parents in their late 20s, would actually defend their maggot children, for “standing up for their rights.”

C. I once had a lady surgeon, throw her daughter's English homework over the sliding window of her Mercedes, at the drive way of a hotel.

Apparently her darling was supposed to be the next Emily fucking Bronte, because the latter wrote two entire pages without punctuation, paragraphing or headers. But I was supposed to turn her progeny into a Stanford Undergraduate. By ghostwriting.

You know what it feels like for someone to throw assignments at you out of a car window, in an opulent hotel driveway, in the middle of the most expensive city of the world?

d. I'm actually having too bad of a headache now to list out all the things that make me want to stab out my eyes, throw them into a moosh and then smear them against the walls of their Patrician Manors. Like curses. There are elderly couples with no means of surviving or having kids. And these vapid cretins with their blandly orgiastic taste in hideous designer goods, get to squeeze out maggots like a biblical infestation.

Fuck You.

I woke up this morning with a heavy head and throbbing nerve, the sort of headache that feels like a tiny needle making it's way through your neurons. Like the steady whine of a jet turbine, gently jackhammering your skull. I knew it was going to be a psychically intense day.

This is the black Moon weekend, that unique gateway to the void that emerges from a black hole of psychic energy. I'm not an astroleger nor a astronomical scientist. I just found out that from the Vedic equations, I'm not a Pisces but an Aquarius, because the stars have spiralled past in a million directions, since antiquity. That means almost a decade of watching YouTube astrology videos has been false… this is my tinfoil hat Newtonian moment.

“Anger comes from a place?”

How about I fucking wanting to Mount Etna these shit holes and neuter them? I sometimes wish the Children of Men scenario were real and people stopped squeezing out maggots for a decade.