Friday Morning Daydreams of Gay Fish, and Spellchecking

kanye west and the douche posse

Is it bad that I occasionally catch myself daydreaming about punching Kanye West in the douchegoggles*?

It’s not that I have anything specific against the guy, hell, I don’t know him any more than most people know any “celebrities”. And I fully realize how stupid it is to spend any brain cycles thinking about the guy in the first place. But it’s obvious by his antics that he’s a spoiled manchild**.

The twit acts like a full-grown toddler; “infantile megalomania”, I believe is the appropriate term. Kanye West is the spoiled brat running through the grocery store intentionally knocking things off the shelves because they were out of Super Sugar Fruity Crack Flakes. And just like how I find myself shoving my hands into my pockets to be extra double sure that they don’t fly out on their own and give a brat like that a righteous spanking, I get a similar precautionary twitch when it comes to grown-ups who act like spoiled children.

Hopefully Will-I-Am’s recent punching of Perez Hilton is a trend that will continue. As I’ve always said, the world would be a better place if everyone, on occasion, got punched in the face.

*That’s awesome; “douchegoggles” is apparently an actual word according to my spell checker by way of it not triggering an ugly red underline denoting a misspelling.

**What the hell? The spell checker flagged that, and I know goddamn well that it’s a word. Curse you Google Chrome!

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