Of COURSE the world hates lazy fat AMERICANS

We got through lazy stupid fucking JANUARY, which included the "let's start the year wasted, noisy and stupid" fun of New Year's Eve.

It also included "Martn Luther King Day" a legal holiday that tells everyone, "Shoot a black man, and you won't get your mail on Monday morning."

Does that mean AMERICA is ready to GET THE FUCK TO WORK, and STOP BEING FAT-ASS CONSUMER CUNTS?

Helllllllllll no.

Today is fuckheaded SUPER BOWL SUNDAY.

The supermarkets are jammed with assholes loading up for THE BIG GAME, and buying JUNK FOOD and SODA and BEER. It's "Super Bowl Party" time, and over three fucking hours of moronic hysteria over nothing. And that includes the half-wit half-time show, where Nigga mediocah assholes Bruno Mars and Beyonce will gargle syllables, and for the white minority of mediocrity lovers, the jerk with the pasty face and yellow teeth, Chris Martin, will simper and mewl and crouch while singing at a microphone above his head. What the FUCK is with this fascination with Coldplay?

The game has NO interest in terms of city bragging rights. How many people live in DENVER? Anyone else care about the Broncos?? How many people live in either North or South Carolina (I have no idea where the fucking "Carolina Panthers" play). Anybody really care if a multi-million dollar quarterback wins and gets the bargaining rights to demand MORE money next year?

The point is just to have yet another reason to put on five pounds, gorge on garbage, and make a lot of noise. Bars have signs out screaming "$30 BOTTOMLESS BEER PITCHER!" So you and your bromance buddies can drink and piss and drink and piss in a stinky bar and watch a big screen TV. And maybe get in a fight with other jackasses who are fans of the other team.

Getting through THIS shit and then what?

NEXT week, two more stupid AMERICAN holidays. First up, VALENTINE'S DAY.

Like so many AMERICAN holidays, this fucking shit was created out of GREED. Not LOVE. "SPEND MONEY" is what this holiday means, sames as Halloween, Mother's Day, and to a much lesser extent, Father's Day.

The friendly florist and bodega that normally have trouble selling a dozen roses for $10, up the price a few days earlier to $30 or $50. Ha ha.

Your "loved one" expects flowers, candy, dinner out...and you BETTER prove your LOVE by HOW MUCH YOU SPEND. PS, this is men only. Women do NOT buy anything for men on Valentine's Day. This day should really be called Vagina Day.

It's followed, on Monday, by another lazy fuckhead holiday: PRESIDENT'S DAY.

Right, give the Chinese another day to zoom ahead. Are the banks open or closed? The post office? Schools? Usually the government shuts down and everyone is told: GO BUY SHIT.

President Washington (born February 22) and President Lincoln (born February 12) are technically the ones being honored on PRESIDENT'S DAY.

They are honored as only fat, stupid, crass, classless shit-brained consumerist crap-filled Americans CAN honor two great men: with caricatures.

Yes, every cheap-garbage department store runs the same cliche pictures and shouts the same TV and radio ads: "Come in and get 10% off on a toaster! Get our lowest price on a mattress! Get here early for our microwave oven blow out!"

Almost as bad as Christmas with Santa Claus shilling everything, PRESIDENT'S DAY shows how corny and witless greed-head store owners can be. They find some tall ugly guy to be Lincoln, or throw a woman's white wig on a guy and call him Washington, and make 'em pose in front of a fucking refrigerator. Some tacky ads even have the Presidents singing and dancing.

Here's a country where people bitch about the economy, scream about spics scampering across the border from Mexico, and shout about union wages and minimum wages. But do they actually DO ANY WORK? No. America is literally one of the most fat-assed countries on Earth. It is loaded with gluttons and lazy fools.

And February's trifecta of twatness, Super Bowl Sunday, Valentine's Day and President's Day, prove that there isn't a month in which Americans don't spend more time babbling about a holiday, shopping for the holiday and taking extra days off to create a 3-day or 4-day holiday.

You can bet plenty of people will call in "sick" tomorrow, because of "Super Bowl Sunday."As in: "Har har, boy did I PARTY HEARTY! Har har! I am sooooo hung over! There's puke all over the place! Har har har!"

That should be slogan at the Statue Of Liberty: "Welcome: Bring us your Hearty Partiers. There's puke all over the place!"