A Dozen Unlikely Assholes

February 15, 2013

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A Dozen Unlikely Assholes

The biggest misconception about so-called “assholes” is that they’re total assholes. I know a lot of them and though they don’t suffer fools gladly, they will defend to the death your right to be foolish. Maybe that’s why they’re so grumpy. They’re always prepared to fight.

Nice people, on the other hand, are dicks. The most dangerous people out there are the ones pretending to be nice. They’re fakes and will happily stab you in the back if it helps their cause.

I’m actually drawn to jerks more than to nice people because, as Malcolm X once said, smiling foxes are more dangerous than growling wolves. Here are a dozen other animals to avoid.

Cute? Yeah, cute my ass. My ass is cuter and I’m a 42-year-old man with hemorrhoids. Koala bears put the “cut” in cute and will happily turn your face into Venetian blinds if you get too close. They bite without a second thought, will give chase when you run, have razor blades for fingertips, and are constantly tripping balls on eucalyptus.

I don’t actually know any blind people because they’re very antisocial, but my dad told me he used to work at a hotel and everyone would try to avoid the shift when the blind groups were in town. Apparently, they walk in demanding special treatment and don’t stop punishing the staff until they’re on their way back out the door. Conversely, deaf people are much cheerier and don’t ask anyone for anything. They don’t even want a cure!

“The most dangerous people out there are the ones pretending to be nice.”

Speaking of the differently abled, have you ever skied past a person with no legs? No, you haven’t because these guys go so fast it’s retarded. Paralyzed skiers are bursting with pent-up transportation envy. So when they finally get into a situation where they can go faster than we can, they sear down the slopes like they’ve been shot out of a cannon. I wouldn’t be surprised if their reckless disregard for our safety was rooted in the desire to create more handicapped people.

Though our bosses Taki and Mandolyna are wonderful people, the rest of that entire country is Jerk Central. As far as they’re concerned, they invented democracy and philosophy and therefore the Western world wouldn’t exist without their wonderful culture. (As the movie Ghost World pointed out, they also invented homos.) This arrogance means they can’t stand losing and if you get into a fight in Greece, the guy will run home and get a dozen of his cousins to show up on scooters and put you into a coma. Their county went broke because they think they deserve free money and now that they’re all leaving, they clog the airports with ridiculous seating demands and almost always butt in line.

She’s probably dead now, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t avoid her grave or anywhere else her ghost might be haunting. I have it on good authority that Ross was a brutal tyrant who had temper tantrums every ten minutes and forbade staff from looking her in the eye. She loved her booze almost as much as her pills and although she started out a strong African American female, today she will strangle you if you insinuate she might be black (at least that’s what a guy who worked for her told me).

As we just learned from Chris Dorner’s charred body, you can run but you can’t hide. People who homeschool are under the impression that society is too evil for them to join and the antisocial lifestyle that homeschooling encourages is way better than the (admittedly terrible) public schools. I’d argue the new society they create is far worse. Kids who have been homeschooled play with wooden racecars and carry irritating homemade toys like a wand made from a painted stick. I find it disturbing the way a home-schooled 10-year-old talks to me about my job like I’m his peer. Their parents go way past annoying and into downright confrontational. They assume your daughter is playing with dolls and your son is dressed as Wolverine because you forced them to. Yeah, bitch, my daughter hates the idea of being worshiped as the most wonderful and beautiful woman in all the land and my son has no reason to want to have adamantium claws for hands. Join the real world, you pretentious geeks; an atomic wedgie does a body good.

It’s hard to tell if this is an act because the “Old New York” thing is to be sullen and unapproachable, but my God are these people sullen and unapproachable. I met the guy who did Andy Warhol’s prints once and when I stuck out my hand to shake his, he looked at me like I had just pulled out my dick. I got the same reaction when I met Lou Reed at a reading he was doing. After talking to the singer of the New York Dolls on a plane for five minutes, I realized he was asleep. Debbie Harry seemed all right when I first started interviewing her, but when I misunderstood one of her answers, she recoiled in horror like I puked on her pants. I’ve spoken to others who have dared to fraternize with New York’s late-70s bohemian in-crowd, and not one of them has left the encounter without being drenched in fuck-yous.

Though they’ve reclaimed the word, it still denotes a spinster who spent so long working on her career, her eggs dried up. She pretends not to be bitter about this but now that she has some power, she wields it with the same iron fist we saw in the movie Nine to Five. Virtually all the check-writers in media are women. I’ve been around these alpha females my whole career and if they’re not making some young male intern do coke with them in the bathroom, they’re taking out a handsome sales rep for dinner and making him eat her out. The glass ceiling smashed long ago and now the shards are being used for revenge.

Is there a less funny profession anywhere? I don’t think they can even wrap their brains around knock-knock jokes. After filling most of their mental hard drives with Latin terms and liabilities, the only thing they have room for is sitting together in the hospital cafeteria and talking about how wonderful they are. If you think MSNBC has its head up its ass, try having lunch with someone who “saves lives for a living.” I once heard a doctor describe his job that way.

They look like a lot of fun when they sing about sunshine on kids’ shows, but Rastas are Jamaicans and even Jamaican nerds will cut off your face. Rastafarians take the Caribbean’s latent racism, crime, homophobia, and sexism and make it into a religion. Their bizarre belief system meant Bob Marley couldn’t amputate his cancerous toe (as Jim Goad put it, “Haile Selassie? Highly retarded”), but they’re convinced the whole thing was part of an evil Caucasoid plot. They think they best cure for homosexuality is a “gunshot,” and the worst swear word they can think of is women’s sanitary napkin. One love, indeed.

Old black ladies in New York will turn purple with rage if you don’t let them out of the elevator first or give them your seat on the train, but old white ladies are on a rampage. They will shove you out of the way if you get too close to them on the street, and they’ll swing their handbag at you if you have a problem with that. If you’re in a bar and an old lady walks in, she will interrupt the conversation, demand a menu, assault the bartender with 100 questions, and then slam the menu down when she hears something she doesn’t like. If you dare interrupt any part of this ritual she will smash you with her purse so hard, you’ll have a quilted Chanel pattern on your face.

As a pro-life breeder I’m allowed to criticize these little angels. Holy Jesus, are they a pain in the ass. Here’s a notion: Ever heard of not screaming for one second of one day? They don’t merely cry like they’re watching a sad movie. They bawl their eyes out like they’re being attacked and no matter how hard you try to appease them, they keep screaming. They’re almost as bad as liberals. I understand that evolution has taught babies to be in a constant state of panic and they’re scared we’re going to abandon them in the cave, but that was 40,000 years ago. It gets to the point where the constant accusation of being abandoned is insulting. I’m not a deadbeat Neanderthal, dude. Chill the fuck out.

Malcolm X was right. When in doubt, the safest bet is to go with the guy who only seems like an asshole. At least he’s being honest about it.

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