My promise could be your fiend
A given end to your dreams
A simple movement or rhyme
Could be the smallest of signs
Well never know what they are or care
In its escapable view
Theres no escape so few in fear
Give in a changing value
To be given your sight
Hid in a long peacful night
A nervous bride for your eyes
A fractured smile that soon dies
A love thats wrong from your life and soul
A savage mine had begun
Hello, farewell to your love and soul
Hello, farewell to your soul
Now I know what those hands would do
No looking back now, were pushing through
Well change these feelings, well taste and see
But never guess how the him would scream
But never guess how the him would scream
But never guess how the him would scream
[CHORUS:]
Hell Naw ain’t no way
Whats Wrong?
Man he den stepped on my Jay’s
Stepped on my Jays
He den stepped on my Jay’s
These just came out
He den stepped on my Jay’s
Hell Naw ain’t no way
Whats Wrong?
Man he den stepped on my Jay’s
Stepped on my Jays
He den stepped on my Jay’s
I Cant Believe This Shit
He den stepped on my Jay’s
While in rural Wisconsin this weekend, one of the locals reminded me of a very special term: F.I.B.S. FIBS are an acronym for the phrase, “Fucking Illinois Bitches.” I believe the term originally came out of Wisconsin in response to all of the Illinois people who consider the whole State of Wisconsin a “vacation state.” The term has since spread throughout Wisconsin, Indiana and Michigan. Perhaps the term FIB has spread all the way to Iowa, but I am not sure.
The FIB is commonly seen in his Mercedes Benz or BMW Z3 Roadster (with Illinois plates of course) zooming in and out of traffic in Wisconsin to get to Lake Geneva for the swingers party. These people generally are ethnic looking and resemble their dirty immigrant ancestors that came to Chicago years ago. Now that their generation of duchbagery has become a financial success or appears that way, they feel the need to disrespect modest and sane Wisconsinites.
A typical FIB is likely to say something along the lines of “Fuck the Packers” when a friendly Wisconsinite offers some sort of cheese or general hospitality. The FIB is surprised to find out that not everyone likes the Chicago Bears and not everyone lives in metropolitan Chicago. The FIB then teaches the Wisconsinite a lesson on why Chicago is the best city in the world. The Wisconsinite then replies that he enjoys living in a State that knows how to fix their roads, enjoys more than 10 large public universities, a diverse park system, friendly and logical home prices and basically doesn’t need to talk about it all day. The FIB then gets drunk and responds, “Fuck the Packers.”
The FIB then drives back to Illinois drunk saying, “Fuck the Packers” in his head. When the car flies off the road, the Illinois State Police don’t find his body for weeks because the wreck blends in with the road construction.
I initially thought Franktown was the typical Chicago D-bag that can not be rationalized with in a conversation. Lately, I have found that Franktown makes a somewhat decent antagonist to my protagonist view that Chicago fucking sucks.
Although Franktown initially challenged my balls in Darcsfalcons’ near famous post, Why I Think Chicago Sucks and #2 when you Google “Chicago sucks” in Google search, I have found that he is somewhat predictable…
I accurately predicted Franktown wasn’t from Chicago or even Illinois even though he tried to pull the old City of Chicago versus suburbs ridiculous argument. For your information there is near 7 million people in the suburbs and like 3 million in the city. If the suburbs attacked the city with clubs and the city had guns, the suburbs would win and kill more Chicagoans than the gangsters already do.
I accurately predicted Franktown didn’t live in all of those “tough” cities that he said would “eat me alive”
My strongest argument and response whenever I am challenged to my Chicago fucking sucks opinion is to lay out objective facts. If objective facts fail, as they do in the case of many pro-Chicagoans because they simply ignore them, I simply tell them that I can buy a gun and shoot them in the head. I then state the fact that, like the rest of America, I can legally own a handgun in every other city in the United States of America except for their city, Chicago.
Oh course the illegal market is big enough in Chicago that everyone can have a handgun, including Daley, except for those who actually follow the rules.
Now I don’t mean to pick on Franktown and I am honoring him in a way adding him to my blogroll, but when it comes to the Chicago argument I’ll challenge anyone.
I’m going to Wisconsin this weekend via Chicago. If all goes to plan, I won’t have to even pass through Cook County for very long.
Smashing Pumpkins: Perfect
I thought I’d post some 90’s music nostalgia as those were some great times. I saw Billy Corgan one time just walking around Navy Pier. Corgan is kind of a weirdo but he is from like Elk Grove Village or some place in the suburbs near where I am from.
You can leave the “D” but the “D” will follow you (at least the Detroit Tigers Hat)
In a previous post, Regional Stereotypes in America, I mentioned that Detroit people keep the Detroit Tigers hats on when they move to Chicago. I said that I respect Detroit people immensely for not taking off the “D” hat when they leave the “D.”
“Detroit people, even when they move to Chicago, keep their Detroit Tigers hats on–I respect you Detroit fans immensely for that.”
I have a friend from the “D” and he also keeps his “D” hat on at all times. Kid Rock further strengthens my faith in America from the balless Chicagopolosization of the United States. I wouldn’t vote for Obama even if I liked him because he is from Chicago. The last thing we need is a Chicago mobster in the White House.
Its a good thing guns are outlawed in Chicago, would not want the wrong people to get a hold of them. This video gives out of towners a good look at the true side of Chicago. Daley even admitted at a press conference that there was nothing that the police could do about the gangs at the Taste. Daley even went on to make excuses for them by saying, “they were just there with their families.” Daley is a gangster himself. Take away the suit and city job and give him a bright orange one.
