I don’t expect this to get a lot of attention, mainly because it doesn’t really have an answer.
I just need to type this out to relieve my eternal frustration; no not frustration, more like torment.
I have written about this before, and if someone else has read any of my post’s they will see what I have said about it, and how it affects me, as well as the reason it affects me so bad.
The question “Am I cursed?” is fairly stupid, but the overall point remains the same. Call it karma, bad luck or quantum science, I don’t care; something is causing this to occur and I don’t know why.
Oh….. Allow me to wax fucking philosophical now….Why… the eternal question of the Philippines concentrated into a single fucking word………..”Why”…
In this case, (though there are many) I’m once again speaking of the national bird of the Philippines; the resilient Filipino fighting cock.
How does my “plight” continue under the oppression of such a simple creature? Well allow me to explain yet again. I wrote once before about how I am not only amazed, but sickened to my core, that such a creature has found itself into “godhood” in this country. A little feathered fucker that is NOT the barrel chested barn sitter as seen in so many children’s books crowing at first light; but in fact is a god damned awful creature, that like their pinoy handlers do not understand how to shut the fuck up!
WAIT, Excuse me I made a mistake >> “like their pinoy handlers”
That isn’t clear enough, what I meant to say was: Like their Red horse drinking, jobless, ass scratching, wall pissing, noise loving, lip smacking, remittance hunting, mother fucking brethren; who don’t know how to shut the fuck up!
I was innocent too once. I thought that roosters only crowed at first light.
Then I came to the Philippines and my first experience was immediately a horrible one.
Like every other problem with this place the horrible things come in excess, come in absolute abundance. NEVER an ounce of god damned hope, never a shred of light at the end of the tunnel. ONLY PURE, CONCENTRATED SHIT! So my first contact with these bastards had me looking for a place to live within 4 hours. You see that first time there were not one, but 5 roosters on short leashes within a literal 5 feet of my bedroom window. That was in 2001, yet nothing has changed.
Wherever I go these horrible cunts follow me.
I recently moved away from my last location thinking it had to be better. In fact I think that all the time, every time I move. “It has to be better”. NO! …You foolish, foolish child! “Look around you” I say to myself, there is no hope for a better life.
So here I am now after having moved yet again. At first I thought everything was finally OK. I thought finally the “curse” has been lifted.
I was wrong….
Over the last few months some fuck nugget has been collecting his cocks. Setting them up in little square meter cages (In a common area), and because he is a god damned dumb fuck, has decided to add another one every few weeks, because it is good to gamble and win the “monies” for the red horse drinking all day.
So WHY GOD DAMN IT!!!!!????????????????????????????????????
I look out my window and see yet another one tied to a table, and I feel like I got punched in the stomach, I immediately got depressed and wanted to cry like a little bitch. Nothing will save you! Crying, bitching, even this little “blog entry, or whatever” will not help me. There is no catharsis, it’s meaningless.
Try to complain and some fucker will try and kill you for insulting is god, his precious fighting cock.
So I’m asking myself the question.. What am I mad at exactly?
Am I angry at the chicken, who doesn’t know any better, or the animal wearing pants that should?
There is a reason for my current anger; I have explained it in past comments.
I’m getting to the point where I’m worried I’ll do something reprehensible.
My fantasies of torturing chickens in slow brutal fashion for their incessant noise making have shifted drastically; I don’t think I need to elaborate on what and who it has shifted to.
The Philippines is death by a thousand cuts. It is war by attrition. It is the person putting the straw on the camel that will eventually break its back. It is always “One more thing” “One more problem”.
You don’t like noise? Here allow me to turn the volume way up!”
You don’t like trash littering everywhere? Here allow me to not only throw trash on your property, but piss on your door as well.
You don’t like having only one electric outlet in your whole apartment? Let me make it 110 even though all the appliances are 220.
You don’t like having a water faucet that is wrapped in cloth to keep It from leaking? Well then you will love the broken pipe under the sink that explodes because someone used a literal rubber band to hold it together.
All I can say is…FUCK THIS PLACE! I’m about willing to go take my chances with Obola, I mean Ebola.Published in