Fat Ugly Sad-Sacks

With the arrival (and prior gestation) of Pugsley I have been neglecting my blog, my blog here and it's high time I recommenced updating. So, here we go!

Found this article on Canada dot com. Hahaha, fat ugly sad-sacks. Now I understand why I see so many around me whom haven't a pot to piss in.

While I agree with some of the points in the article, notably the fact that "The kid wants mom and dad together. They don't care if they fight or are happy," there are other pearls of wisdom spouted in the article that make me livid. "the departing parent might explain, "Daddy/mommy has a special friend. I need to go to be with that person."" Hold on just one cotton-pickin' minute, what a way to screw up your kid and teach it to be a self-centered bastard when it grows up, just like the "departing parent". A "special friend"?? What the heck is that supposed to mean? Leaving your MATE with whom you have a child for some asswipe someplace whom you refer to as a "special friend"? Now I know why the majority of you people who I see around me are fat, ugly, sad-sacks without a pot to piss in. This is how you're running your lives. And, now I know why your kids are such ill-behaved brats. Look at the horrid influence - it cannot rightly be called upbringing - with which they've been instilled. And now I remember why I need to get Pugsley enrolled in a serious Marshall arts program ASAP, stat, and yesterday - so that he can defend hisself BODILY against the likes of you, and your spawn. "A special friend", seriously? Like Grover is a "special friend" of Oscar the Grouch? Crawling away from family, parental, and financial responsibilities (like a maggot would after sucking the last meat off a month-old corpse), bye bye lover & on to the next one? Cripes.

People get divorced not because there's anything wrong with their mate. People get divorced because there's something wrong with THEMSELVES. Being divorced shows you have serious issues, and that you're a fat ugly sad-sack of a human being who isn't capable of compromise, acceptance, adjustment, or reasonability. Being divorced shows you're a selfish a-hole who can't keep it in either your pants or your wallet. Divorce brings nothing but trouble & heartache, and harms innocent children.

Pugsley is very blessed, that he has TWO parents who understand this. I would never sacrifice the tiniest part of Pugsley's security, happiness, or stability merely to chase after a piece of ass. A "special friend". Why would things get to the point where divorce would be necessitated? What, in life, could possibly be worth the price Pugsley would have to pay? I'd want to kill myself if I divorced, hurting Pugsley. I would never forgive myself and the price of his sacrifice would be far too high. I guess I married a good one, because he feels the same and I know this. What asswipe would be worth Pugsley's security, I do not know. Jesus Christ himself, not even.

Divorce is for losers.