Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Ultimate Warrior: The First Tard



So I must admit, I am an avid wrestling follower. I have watched wrestling since I was a young boy and quite frankly, it was worth watching then. WWF, WCW, ECW, NWA, AWA, USWA, all the territory bullshit had so much flavor. Nowadays it's all about WWE and the flavor is bland half the time. Despite that I still do follow up.

With this said, it came to my attention that there was a very interesting DVD on the horizon called "The Self Destruction of the Ultimate Warrior". Point blank…this man is a fucking tard. Now for the peeps that might get offended on the terms of “Why you gotta mess with retarded people or challenged people Cabo?” Fuck you. Did I say retard, no I said tard. Sure, it’s not your fault I use my own terminology, but I know there are a few that will read the word tard and instant cock their neck back in offense. A tard is someone who one could mistake as a challenged person, but is actually to fucking stupid to be normal and is beyond stupid and even idiotic.

Now, the Ultimate Warrior INDEED is a tard. I’ve come to this conclusion just based on him BEFORE the DVD. He thinks the Ultimate Warrior is actually something more than a mere wrestling character. He self-righteously writes online on his website (quite often in the 3rd person) and has pretty much developed his own philosophy. There is nothing wrong with this other than the fact that it’s FUCKING STUPID! It’s basically a borrowing of several philosophies rolled around the character “Ultimate Warrior” as if the Warrior is actually real and is actually relevant.

In the DVD, it seems to hit the spot. A man who had all the pieces as a character, but no actual ability other than running around like a speeding lunatic rocker who didn’t know how to tie his shoe laces so just put them on his arms to keep until he could figure it out. Several people confirm this in the DVD. Now when it’s just one or so, I could see a debate, but when everyone is saying the same thing, well shit dude, get a clue!

So after watching, I check online and behold: Warrior unleashes a huge epic regarding the DVD. He actually doesn’t even go into the DVD stuff, he simply attacks every person associated with the DVD and boasts his Warrior persona to the point where he actually capitalizes “Him and He” when referring to himself in the 3rd person as if he’s Godly.

Okay dickhead, this is simple. How Godly will you be when someone points a gun at you? I guarantee that you would piss your pants in fear of your life tard, so if you want to refer yourself as the “HE is known as I AM”, maybe you should point one at your juggernaut head and make sure you can actually pull the trigger until it goes “click” and rise with your pitiful soul still intact before you refer to yourself so high and mightily.

I hate to put it so violently because I am hardly the violent type. I mean, I enjoy a good ass whoopin’, and I’m not hesitant to give one. I just hate seeing people so narcissistically blind by their self that would actually put themselves on that level in a tardly fashion.

Warrior, you are nothing but another mere mortal like me. Would you stomp me? Sure. Would you verbally assassinate me? Based on how much thought you have put into you “Warrior Philosophy”, probably. But where I got you is a simple principle. I am sane. We are sane, and we see threw you Jim, and it looks pitiful.

The first official Tard: Jim Hellwig (I will not call you Ultimate Warrior any longer because the true Ultimate Warrior is Dead. You are only a shell.)

Friday, September 16, 2005

Another Month, Another Entry

Call the Blog Police, I'm committing class 1 blog felony. Add another count of Blogger Abuse to my rap sheet.

Anyhow, things got a little crazy this last month. Me and mine took a week off work to get some time to relax and catch up on some personal stuff. We went up north and spent a weekend @ a family retreat. It was real nice spending time with my pops, my brother and his family and whatnot.

Now after we got back is when things started getting all shitty. We show up to see an "End of Lease" Notice posted on our door. Well since we signed a 15 month lease, this is obviously an error right....ha. Turns out we got bullshitted into thinking we signed a 15 month lease when we actually got jammed with a 12 month lease. We scramble to find our copy of the most current lease, and come up short (a 22 year olds mistake: keep your papers in check playas!!). So our relaxing week turns into an apartment hunt. Fortunately we found a sweet joint closer to clique. So we are moving in November and are now getting our shit str8. Hell ya!