As you know, I know Santa Barbara pretty well. Started this blog from that town. Now, it’s in the news again because of that punk ass bitch Elliot Rodger.
I didn’t read his manifesto. Had better things to do. But I’ve been up on the news recently and heard enough quotes from it to know where he’s coming from.
First World Problems
So, he’s a short, mixed-raced dude who can’t get laid. Cry me a fucking river. For one, if you can’t get laid in Isla Vista, you must be doing something really wrong.
First off, stop being a whiny bitch. I heard that he once said hi to a chick and she didn’t acknowledge him so he went crying to his mother. See, another one of my former rants – BOYS NEED FATHERS. I’ve been saying this for years. Boys without fathers usually turn out to be either “cartoon males,” the type that fill up prisons, or whiny bitches like Elliot Rodger.
If you can’t get laid, be clean, stand up straight, make eye contact with everyone, and don’t creep people out.
As someone who has lived in the third world, I’ve yet to see a whiny bitch like Elliot Rodger who hated people because he couldn’t get laid. That’s seriously a First World Problem.
Become good at something
Become good at something. If I were a woman and asked a guy “what do you like to do?” and he responds with “I don’t know,” three strikes then and there. Become good at something. The correct response is something along the lines of “my band is currently recording our first album,” or “I’m working with three other people on starting a video game company. The game is about… and one of us is a marketing expert and we plan to either sell the game to X company, or take it to Kickstarter.” Or, “well, after I get my degree in X, a subject I freaking LOVE, I plan on going to Med/Law/Grad school.”
OK, read those responses carefully boys. If you want to be men, unlike that whiny bitch Elliot Rodger, you respond with something along those lines. Become good at something. If you’re good at nothing and you’re a male, then you’re good for nothing and I strongly encourage you to either become good at something or kindly remove yourself from the gene pool.
Men are good at something. That’s what men do. They have a passion, and they become good at it. I’ll say this again – if you’re not good at something, then you’re good for nothing. So, become good at something.
Can’t appreciate what he had
I come from the Middle Class. Not gonna lie and exaggerate how hard I had it. I did however take financial risks that 99% of people won’t take, and made some pretty epic mistakes. One of those mistakes made me homeless and I have friends today that I’m very thankful to because I crashed on their couch and took showers at their place while looking for work, which beats sleeping in my car. I can tell you first hand how much it sucks to sleep in your car when you have everything in it. You have to have a loaded gun by you, because you don’t want to lose what you got. That’s not fun.
But back to the point, Elliot Rodger never had to deal with that shit. He had it good. And he couldn’t appreciate it. I have no sympathy whatsoever for someone who can’t appreciate what they have. Even when I was broke, I had good friends and appreciated them. Big time.
As you know, those hardships turned around and now the Zombieslayer family is doing quite well. But we fully realize that things like warm showers, indoor plumbing, and a refrigerator full of food are luxuries for a pretty good percentage of the world.
Don’t be a jealous bitch. Elliot Rodger was a jealous bitch. See, one HUGE difference between winners and losers is when a winner sees someone better than he is, he’s tempted to go up to that person and ask him how he did it. He wants to LEARN from the better guy.
A loser envies those he thinks are better. When you’re a jealous bitch, you’re not gonna learn jack shit from the experience.
Don’t be an Elliot Rodger folks. If you are, either improve yourself from within, or kindly remove yourself from the gene pool. If Elliot Rodger had the decency to remove himself from the gene pool, like he should have, four men and two women who I’d probably be friends with would still be alive today.