Fuck you Donald John Trump and everything you do.

Trump’s a bitch tart.

Dear Treasonous Trump,

You sack of shit. You utter fucknutted bitch tart. You sickly looking, shit filled, no good, rotten, scoundrel of a human being. you should be tried, charged, drawn and quartered, but just enough so that you’re still living (barely) and drug through a path of broken glass and salt.
You want to know how I really feel? That’s it. i fucking hate you Trump, and not because of 2016 (well, mostly for that, but there are other reasons as well, I mean, come on, 2016 was 2 years ago, right? SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT.) you annoy the utter crap out of me you son of a bitch, and for those politisnobs out there wondering the exact reason? fuck off! i don’t have to give an exact reason, there’s no exact reason for wanting a treasonous son of a bitch out of office and in the execution room filled with crack addled, razor toothed chihuahuas while wearing nothing but a Santa outfit made of drugs and raw meat!

There’s just justification for the incredible amounts of fucking shit that the assfucks been putting everyone through, and everything that I’ve stated FROM DAY FUCKING ONE IS COMING THE FUCK TRUE SO THE GLOVES ARE OFF YOU ORANGE FACED ROTTED DISTENDED TESTICLE LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER! Because in the end? Trump didn’t even matter after all, everything he’s ever done has fallen the fuck apart, and hwile there are great people on both sides of the dumbass spectrum, this motherfucker is king of them all! It’s like he doesn’t give a shit, yeah, he’s trying, but not hard enough.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got friends and fam that’re trump supporters, they’re great people, love’em to pieces.

I just really fucking hate Donald john Trump with a burning passion that makes me want to light some fireworks I guess, like, I really didn’t KNOW where I was going with that one, just lost my train of thought on ye old “Fuck Trump”  train.

I’m not giving any quarter to that fat assed, tiny sausage fingered little bastard, because he’s an utter fuck nutted shit brained, piece of ass fart who’s only stupid racist goal in his entire pathetic existence is to eek out an existence as an organ monkey looking for crack filled peanuts with the efficiency of a dumbass named Trump. IS there anything he’s done that I agree with?
Are you fucking with me right now? Did you NOT SEE THE TITLE OF THIS POST? It’s not called, “Fuck you DJT” because  I’m getting him a birthday card and was wondering whether or not to get him some birthday cake along with the egregious amount of shit I’m giving him, and the truth hurts, people, the truth hurts, but Mueller’s is going to fuck his shit up with the efficient of a god damned nuke going off in a fishbowl and there ain’t nothing anyone can do about it, not whitman, not sessions, that keebler elf looking fuckbag.

I’ve been so fucking silent on this whole thing, because I wanted to see how things were going to play out, andp lay the fuck out they did, because god damned, the soap opera that’s become out current president has become so fucking ridiculous that it makes me wonder if Stan Lee, before he passed away, in his great amazing wisdom, created the first true to life Super Villain and made him a complete fuckbag and sent him into the office. Because the only cameo that this motherfucker has going for him is a permanent place in hell, (Donald John Trump, not Stan Lee. Stan’s is in heaven, making the best damned comics the universe has ever see. RIP buddy, gonna miss ya.) Trump can suck my fat sausage, because that shit stain of a russian bitch is nothing more than everything I made his greasy fuckface out to be, a god damned traintor to these United States of America, and Treason is the reason of the season bitches, and it’s coming out in ALL THE FLAVORS OF THEM OTH, IVANKA, JARED, ERIC, DUMBASS JR. everyone of those little bastards is going to hell in one way or another, (Except Baron, that kid’s got good things coming to him, nothing against the little dude.)

Okay, nuff of this, gotta get ready for work, Morgan’s Mindcicles everybody, new and improved, and about damned time.

Dear Markiplier… I know that feeling.

Dear Mark, hi! It’s a me! Morgan, and I just wanted to tell you that the feeling of constantly wanting more when you’ve got everything is perfectly normal, we’re human, it’s our constant drive to be better than who we were the day before that makes us- NO, DRIVES  us to be better. You say that you’ve got everything you could possibly want and more?
What’s the one thing you’re lacking? What’s the one thing you’ve not yet achieved?
Easy, getting married and having a family. That’s what you’re missing out on, that’s the ULTIMATE  let’s play, the grandest of all unboxings, the top tier of all challenge videos, the greatest role you’ll ever play.
Parenting, being a married man, you’ve strived for so much, and accomplished so much, that you’ve yet to see the pond in the middle of the grouping of trees from the forest, you, my good sir, want to raise a family.
The man who has everything, or claims to have everything, has nothing until he creates from his and her body, a being from both. That’s the truest, and purest form of a collaboration ever, and it’s no lie my man. You need to focus on yourself.
Getting older, means looking back and becoming wiser from your experiences, and the clothing brand, Cloak, which you and Sean launched? That’s a step in the right direction, you’re already a brand in and of yourself, you’ve got that going and much more!
Turning 30 means you’ve accomplished something, reached a new goal, become another person in a way. It doesn’t mean saying goodbye to the 20 through 29 year old you, it means welcoming in the new set of skills you’ve yet to unlock! And trust me, after watching your channel from your Shark fin hairstyle days to now?
you’ve undergone the transformation of a lifetime! Do I think you’ll discover this blog? Not by a long shot, do I think writing this will help alleviate my own concerns about growing older?
Every little bit helps….
Growing older can have it’s drawbacks.
You become more concerned about the state of the world, you become more weary, more cautious, more planning and plotting, you become more skilled at the things you’ve never taken notice of before, and honestly? It’s all part of the process of rowing, we never stopped at 21, we’ve only continued, and that’s a great thing! To know yourself is to know who you’ll become just based off of you’re experiences and surroundings. Even if you somehow turn into an antisocial hermit who still lives at home with no drivers license and oh god I turned this into something about me…

fuck it, not like he’s going to read this anyways, and who am I kidding? All those things and more are true. But folks, I’ve gotta level with you, the night shift is fucking killing my creativity, and I’m just fucking wiped out. I was able to write a short story the other day, but that… I guess it worked out? Maybe? I dunno… for the man who has nearly nothing but a job, a place to call home, and a few pieces of tech to his name, what more could I want? Like I was saying earlier. My drive at the moment is killed, I have no sex drive, lol… God I wish that were a joke. Between being terrified of rejection and not being in a relationship… kind of a mood killer, but then again, these things usually are.
But, money’s money, and I ain’t about tah start complainin’ about that kinda thing, you know? Sometimes the greatest thing in the world is to sometimes bitch and moan about how working at Amazon can be a  little bit of a mind fuck.

Starts to drive out who you were before you started working there, little by little. And that’s why you’ve got to anchor yourself, that’s why you’ve got to keep pressing forward against whatever blistering conditions you might’ve otherwise succumbed to. sometimes it feels like I’m not even myself, just someplace else entirely, with no real voice except to agree with everything just to keep moving along. And I guess that’s important too, right? Maybe… No- no doubting myself, no more second guessing or trying to fly under the radar, no more hiding in plain sight, no more of that BS. I’ve hid long enough, and I’m tired of hanging back because everyone else is.

Amazon is about one thing, and one thing only, okay, well, two things, : Customer service and growth.

so, like the company itself, I’ve got to grow as well, and make damned sure that the growth is sustained, my energy levels are fucked at times, so I’ve got to mix together a starbucks cold brew, a monster, and a redbull just to get through the day.  Oh well, i guess that’s the post. Peace.

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