American Citizen?

On an usually hot and sweaty day last week, I stopped in the local Burger King to fulfill my lusting desire of luscious red meat. While I was comfortably sitting in the filthy booth, chewing my 8000 calorie meal, my eyes began to wander around the joint. I was stunned to find that most of the cheap advertising signs that were displayed on the white walls were in Spanish. Now don't get me wrong, I am not racists against dark people, look at my picture, but now it is time to take a look at the real meaning of an American citizen. Most of the time, especially living in California, everything is in English...and Spanish. I was surprised when I had purchased a brand new, high tech wireless keyboard for my PC, and the Spanish instructions were in front of the English instructions. I myself have been to Mexico, and if you don't speak Spanish, you get the craziest, I am going to kill you until your dead Clint Eastwood looks.

A couple years ago, I knew a man, (Name I will not mention) who was an illegal alien living in the country. This guy was able to get the perks of government benefits, including food stamps and medi-cal. I had run into financial troubles that year and was in need of medi-cal myself. I applied for medi-cal and received an usually fast response a week later. As I eagerly opened the giant yellow envelope, my widened eyes experienced full fury as I, taxpayer for years and American citizen, was denied medi-cal benefits. However, this illegal alien that I knew was not the only illegal alien I have had companionship with, there were probably several hundreds, in which good ol' Uncle Sam treated like his first born son, and us, the American citizens, are treated like distant cousins as we get our hot dogs thrown in the sand.

In the recent wake of the Haiti disaster, Mr. President recently said that America would step up and give the citizens of Haiti the supplies and aid that they are in need of. Now I feel bad about what has happened in Haiti, and it is good for people around the world to aid in any disaster, however, I have a few reservations with this. The United States has been in a financial disaster for the past few years. Those of us who reside in golden California knows what its all about. When half of California was burnt like a hockey puck steak at Sizzler, the cotton tops in government offices provided no disaster relief. Years ago, when Japan went into a recession, it was reported that the United States gave "trillions" to the sinking nation. Over here, senior citizens who defended old glory on the mounts of Iwo Jima have to worry about getting their social security butchered so Congress can set sail with their mistresses as they delicately sip on tax payer champagne.



The Uncompromisable Truth is that the United States treats its citizens lower than the viewer ratings of Fox's Doll House. It continues to baffle me how such a nation that extends its hands to other nations and illegal aliens so easily, has poor helpless children in Alabama eating a piece of bread for dinner. Lowly Vietnam veterans are sitting against city street walls, begging for nickles to get by while Mr. and Mrs. Jose Garcia Gonzalez are given a government grant to buy a house, only using their nationality to qualify. When an American Citizen runs out of unemployment compensation, then you and your children are told, "better luck next time" but when a tree falls down in Antarctica, the U.S. is there to shell out one billion dollars to replant that tree. So songs like "America" and "My Country" are just the words of a dreamer who imagined a country existing for its citizens. And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

Online Dating?

The other day, the soundness of my still mind was abruptly interrupted when I took a glare at an online dating advertisement on television. I saw an older couple, comfortably holding each others hand, smiles glistening in the warm afternoon sun, tiny grains of sand brushing through the bareness of their feet. My eyes began to covet such a carefree life as if finding that significant other could be as easy as typing in what one prefers as a mate, and then the truth began to settle in. Is finding love the same as ordering a pair of shoes online? Do we thoroughly inspect the order we are placing to make sure that love isn't a battlefield? Was Pat Benatar correct?

There are only a few simple theories to summarize the true objective of online dating. My take on the online dating phenomenon is I see a bunch of self centered people who are not searching for their desired love, but that they are in love with themselves and demand people to enjoy the same things that they do. These are loveless individuals, drowning in narcissism, attempting to make a robotic slave to serve their own selfish needs. Whatever happened to opposites attract? What happened to the good old days when boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy and girl gets married? Now a days, the simple process turns distorted to: boy looks for girl, makes a list of of demands more specific than a middle eastern terrorist, boy wants girl to enjoy rock music, dirt bikes and lesbian threesomes, and boy determines if girl is worthy to meet his worthless needs.

Another topic relating to online dating is social network websites such as Facebook, Myspace and Twitter. I notice that many of the American profiles, in fact most of the American profiles are set to private. I understand if you are an innocent ten year old, who has to hide themselves from filthy online perverts, but you are not, you are a gigantic ox with hair growing on your unmentionables. I mean seriously, your "chingaderas" down there are not formed out of a blood diamond, so stop acting like so many people want to stalk you! Now don't get me wrong, there are stalkers lurking in the shadows, but everyone now a days is a stalker? This remains more of an atrocity than the script at last nights critics awards. Now I began, with clarity, to see the painful similarity to online dating and private profiles.

The Uncompromisable Truth behind online dating is that people aspire to be a god. They believe in their minds that their body is made up of precious jewels and glistening gems. However, we here at The Uncompromisable Truth refer to these winners as a king. The general definition of a king is one who sits on a golden throne, demanding orders to be fulfilled to their desires, never satisfied with any outlook, and highly regarding themselves as a prize! So allow these four word to penetrate deep inside of your minds: YOUR NOT THAT GOOD! And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

This is America's Idol?

Well it is yet another gripping season of the Superbowl for Teeny Bopper's show called American Idol, and lets face it, the painful truth that a lot of people try to sweep under grandmother's rug is that they have watched it at least once. Throughout the years we have begun to attach ourselves onto millions of desperate lads and lasses attempting to capture superstar status. Many viewers around the world are strangely injected with emotional stress as they follow the dreams of a few lucky contestants. However, this giant phenomenon that has mindless American's biting on the old rusty fish hook are beginning to resist the full reel in. In my heart of hearts, I have not been able to comprehend that the entertainment industry, which many have said is the most difficult wall to breach, is actually the industry that if Hollywood disappeared like our shrinking paychecks after taxes, the entire human race would continue to go forward. In short, Hollywood is the most coveted, most desired, most glamorous industry, and yet it is the most useless of them all. In the old days when mighty kings ruled the earth, when my Dad was a teenager, the entertainers were at the bottom of the totem pole and were even executed if the entertainer was a bomb. (I guess Megan Fox wouldn't live to see 24)

But shifting back to the American Idol topic, I began to view my favorite part of the season, the auditions. There are only five short words stored within my wandering mind that could sum up my expertise opinion of the show in 2010, I AM SICK OF IT! New comer Idol judge Kara Dioguardi simplifies the definition of why Hollywood Executives brilliant ideas cause a show to tank. Kara Dioguardi is a freakin winner! Her pompous attitude blended with bitter jealousy of good looking female contestants equals depleted ratings and a show that will be axed harder than the victims in Friday the 13th. Dioguardi's presence on my dusty 70's television resembles a painful nerve in an open tooth cavity. Now I officially nominate Fox Network to be awarded the eighth wonder of the world as the suits surrounding the unwise adjustments of the Network scheme up another way to lose ratings.

The Uncompromisable Truth is the once high rated television show is getting more flat than Shasta Cola. The tiresome contestants who are Beyonce and Mariah clones, with voices resembling those who are victims of electrical shock, are even too typical for the average dullard. Guest stars like Jennifer Lopez attempting to teach aspiring young artists how to hit the right notes is about a degradable as me teaching Michael Jordan how to successfully shoot hoops. The show has become an advertising whore, allowing failing acts of entertainment to plug their products. The course of the show the last two seasons have become more predictable than the weather in Hawaii. I could debate within my mind that this could be different or that could be changed, but I have concluded that this show has contracted a deadly virus in which there is no cure. If I could only be heard by the five hundred brainstorming creative directors of Fox Network I would suggest one last request: Take the show, tuck it in tightly under the covers, turn off the lights and kiss it good night, its time to put American Idol to bed. And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

Problem Child?

In today's society, we begin to examine the poor attitude and ill-direction of the future leaders of our crumbling world. Lately, the media has forcefully labeled frustrated, hardworking parents as Adolf Hitler because they slap the wrist of an unruly child, who continues to disobey anything and everything they are told. Without surprise, the consistency of raising a decent human being is threatened by the false opinions and ridicules debates of the vast protesters, holding banners of hate while they provide useless experience, being non-parental persons. What was once yesterdays slap on the ass for stealing, lying and disobedience, is now today's "lets have a conversation"

Now, I am not talking about abuse such as a Joan Crawford with a wire hanger, (which was most likely a lie since Christina Crawford spilled her story to the entire world, and notably, people who are abused usually do not talk about it) but a good old fashion American kick in the ass, so that you will get it through your thick head that there will always be a consequence for ill-favored actions. But such is not approved in these times. Now we begin to carefully observe what is happening with today's society. This tainted world continues to become a dreaded place to dwell in, as the actions and attitudes of people become atrocious, they are now thought as a child that they can "Talk it out". When I was a child, I knew nothing better than knowing one thing, if I screw up, I'm finished! Having fear of doing what is wrong should always be right. But today, every parent is brainwashed with the notion that their child should be placed on a pedestal while they bow down and cover their heads before them. A parent is told that they must feel bad because they have to work that extra hour, and create the unpardonable sin of missing their forced public school play. If the parent, especially in today's economy, doesn't work, how in the blazing hell will the child be able to stuff their faces with the food brought to the table?

Now a days, dad's have transformed into delicate sissy's, rubbing the shoulders of their spoiled sons while nicknaming them Honey. What happened to the nicknames like "Slugger" and "Sport"? What happened to the good o' days when sons worked on 1967 Cherry Mustang with your old man? What happened to fathers and sons playing catch in the front yard? What happened to fathers and sons roughing it in the wild? Today, fathers and sons are playing with Barbies and makeup, making it an "equal opportunity". Since when does a five year old child have an opinion on who is going to watch television at seven p.m.! The Uncompromisable Truth is that we are raising up our unteachable spawns to become Children of the Corn, ruling over their houses, doing whatever they want, and eventually ending up to be a waste of human skin. Arguing with a four year old about why you can not slap your mother is the more of an abomination than Sony pictures getting rid of the Spiderman cast and making Spiderman-The Teenage Years. (Which will be blogged about in days to come.)

Parents need to take charge of their houses. They need to teach their children that bad actions receive bad consequences. Your children do not need therapy, nor do they need fake pills for a make believe syndrome made up by doctors, wanting not to offend the clueless parents and announcing the plain truth, your child is an obnoxious brat that needs some discipline! Lets use the wonderful example of the 1973 classic film "The Exorcist". The two serious priests attempted various times to cast out "The Devil Himself", but what was the one action that drove out that demonic force...yes, it was an ass kicking! Watch it, learn it, do it!! Then maybe we will have some decent people living on this world in the future! And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

Fox Vs. Time Warner Cable?

Before many Americans were able to ring in the new year, the greedy suits associated with Time Warner Cable and Fox (News Corp) Network began to have their fraudulent quarrels about money issues. Every broke American citizen was put on edge to see if their favorite programming like American Idol, the NFL and the worthless cartoon called the Simpson's were to be dropped from Time Warner like first period French. With many aggressively biting their nails while eagerly waiting for the mid-night contractual deadline, many Time Warner customers where disappointed that their already $1000 a month bill would most likely be raised. However, those of us who are living in the Uncompromisable, we know the real truth behind the so called cable war.

Apparently, Fox Network insisted that Time Warner cable should pay a $1 fee per customer for having their digital signal sent to Time Warner Cable. Now what leaves me in bewilderment and disbelief is the fact that both Fox and Time Warner would actually feed this useless trash to its customers and viewers, hiding behind thick walls of lies and deceit, to gain more wealth for their secret rendezvous with their male mistresses. Those of us who know a thing or two about a thing or two know that Wall street is the same as Grape street. People are people, desperate for greed, quick to lie, easily molding to mischief.

The Uncompromisable Truth behind this "War on Cable/Network" is a way to over charge for something that, if it were taken away forever, every human being that is living on earth would continue living. Those who wrote letters to Time Warner to "Be Tough" have the mentality of the movie Dumb and Dumber. Neither Fox Network, nor Time Warner cable care about anything unless is has a 1, 5, 10, 20, or 100 written on top of it. Both parties, attempting to convince the American public that they are aggressively at war with each other is about as believable as Santa Claus coming down your chimney. Come out with it! Since the fore fathered antenna has become illegal, it has becoming painfully obvious that in the near future, cable companies will begin to charge extra for useless programing that have no ratings. And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

Road Rage?

Well, its been a while since I have posted a blog, and to all of you anxious readers out there, who sit all day behind your computer screens, hitting refresh on my page every half second in hope to view yet another amazing article, my apologies for ruining your day. But now that the fiery burning desire of expressing my pointless thoughts arise, like that unreachable itch tugging at the center of your back, I felt as though today would be the perfect day to share my view on "Road Rage." For many mindless American's, attempting to drive on those congested roads and freeways is like a legless man in a potato sack race, and especially those in California. Old dusty streets are filled with various drivers, with the vast majority being the ones who could not even operate a tricycle properly. Driving today has become more undesirable than the Mc Donald's tasteless Fillet-O-Fish sandwich, always topped with filthy fingers containing swine flu and the common cold.

As we observe carefully, we see Minivan Soccer Mom's, driving in tribute to the Indy 500, just to get their spoiled little spawns to soccer practice, revising the old proverb to "Hell has no fury like obeying the traffic laws in front of a Minivan mom". Seriously, what is the rush? Must we drive 70mph in a 5mph zone? Is your heart forcefully pounding through your chest to get home and rape your Yorkie? Experts in the field of behavior sciences refer to this behavior of people, who break the laws of the road, having anger influence their better judgment, as "road rage". However, we here at The Uncompromisable Truth refer to it as "Jerk-Face". People who are supposedly filled with "road rage" are those who get pissed off at people who are obeying the laws. My definition of "road rage" is spoiled individuals who get pissed off to sit on their asses and push a pedal, blaming innocent people for their own mistakes.

The Uncompromisable Truth behind "road rage" is that irrational people who are so in love with themselves, enjoying the chance at making trouble with others. Those who tail other cars, driving 100mph in the mountains, honking their horns and flickering their lights, so they can get home to beat their wives and abuse their children. Those who sit at stop lights, yelling useless profanities from their open windows, directing their middle finger at a 75 year old lady, who was distracted for one second when the light turned green. Those of you who participate in these various actions on a daily basis, we award you a honorary stamp as a "jerk face" and a "winner" in our book. Therapist and Doctor's who sit on thrones and think they are gods express their trendy opinions that these individuals are hurting inside having a dry mouth for change and thirst for therapy. The truth is they need a good ass kicking with the plastic vacuum pipe and a big slipper, and for somebody to actually tell them "No!" And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth!