I just got home from work. As I approached Lakespring on Cranbrook (I go straight), the dude behind me sped up, jumped into the right hand lane, jumped back in front of me, then had to hard brake before he could make the left (oncoming traffic). I flashed my brights and lay on the horn and seriously considered following him back to his place so I could ask why it was so vitally important he nearly cause an accident. Once again, I wish that car-mounted RPGs were legal, because, man …

Gary’s hired this new kid to work inside. His name is “Merv”, not to be confused with Gary’s dad, Merf.

Merv is a pot-smoking emo moronic fuckwad. He’s got one of those Verizon LG phones that tries to look like an iPod. It’s his second. His first he was texting on while sitting on the toilet taking a number two. After his phone fell into the bowl and into the number two, he got a second one. The folks at the Verizon store refused to give him a new one — and he claims he actually flushed his first phone down the toilet — so he had to get Daddy to buy him a new one. According to him, these phones run close to two hundred backs. “Oh, he’s used to it,” Merv explained. “I break two or three phones a year.”

If I were Merv’s father, I’d be beating his ass into a pulp everytime he broke a two-hundred dollar phone. At the very least, I would be getting cheap refurbished phones. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I’d tell the clerk, “My son enjoys dropping his phones on his own poo, so we’re going to go with the cheapest phone you’ve got …”

Last night, Merv took a phone order for a delivery up into Sparks. Taking a delivery and trying to read Merv’s handwriting is inspiring me to wish great unhappiness upon him. He writes freakishly small and at the very bottom of the ticket. This can be very difficult to read in your car at night when you’re double-checking the address while waiting for a light to turn green. This delivery, in particular, actually was Dave’s to deliver. Dave took it up into Sparks only to realize there was no apartment number. He brought the order back into the store, and I wound up taking it north on my next run. Robin looked at the ticket and figured out what had happened — instead of writing down the apartment number as “A”, Merv had gotten cute and written “Apple” (A for Apple). As is the case in all of his tickets, Merv had written down the building number and street name at the bottom of the ticket, and “Apple” up at the top. Because he’s an emo moronic fuckwad.

Earlier in the night, we’d gotten into an argument. I was trying to read the address on one of his ticket, and he came over and said (without being prompted), “Oh, that’s the apartment number.” Um, okay, but what’s the building number? “Oh, that is.” What? You said that was the apartment number. “It’s both.” Actually, it was just the house number, on a street — a very mispelled street name — with single family homes.

I’m not even going to talk about him costing me a tip on a north York Road delivery.

Hate. Him.

With finals and everything, I hadn’t really given much thought as to what point in the month we were at, until I was looking at the posted schedule at the Franchise on Saturday and wondered why I had next weekend off. Then I looked at the dates on the schedule and damn near peed myself in sudden shock and realization. I mean, usually my Christmas shopping procrastination is, if not purposeful, at least not willfully negligent (I’m feeling jealous of Charissa). I do have an order enroute from Amazon, but still a lot more to do, and a full week of work to get it done in …

On Friday, I wrote a post titled “Judge Roy Moore: A Christanist Idiot.” That post was inspired by this article written by Judge Moore, where the Judge opinioned on the election and impending swearing-in of the first Muslim to serve in the U.S. Congress, and I quote directly from his article, “But common sense alone dictates that in the midst of a war with Islamic terrorists we should not place someone in a position of great power who shares their doctrine.”

On Saturday, a “reader” named Anker replied to the post. I call him a “reader” because I don’t think he did a very careful job. As a matter of fact, I think he read the title, skimmed the post, and got to typing as quickly as possible. You can read Anker’s entire long-winded comment here, but I’m only going to re-post what is, for this writer, the relevant portions. It is safe to say I have a few things to point out about Anker’s complaints.

Nice of you to conveniently leave out Moore’s statement about CONGRESS should be the determining body to decide Ellison’s fate.

FACT #1: Judge Moore relayed his opinion that Mr. Ellison should not serve in Congress because of his religion.

FACT #2: My post was in reply to Judge Moore’s opinion that religious background should disqualify someone from serving in the United States Government.

FACT #3: I provided a well-marked and easily identifiable link to Judge Moore’s article for readers who wanted more information on Mr. Moore’s opinion. However, Congress’ option to confirm or deny Mr. Ellison is irrelevent to the opinion Mr. Moore has on the matter, and therefore irrelevent to the post.

Let me spell this out for you, Anker: my post was an opinion of mine, directed at an opinion of Moore’s. That opinion was the one quoted above. The mechanics of its possible execution — Congress stepping in — is irrelevent because Congress holding or not holding that power would not change Mr. Moore’s opinion. If Congress says tomorrow, “We don’t actually have the power to do this”, Moore isn’t going to change his mind.

Mr. Anker then leaves a link to the World Net Article, which, as I’m sure you’d noticed, I’d linked to once in the earlier post, and then twice again in this post. Oh, you know what, here’s a third link. And a fourth.

I’m continually amazed that you liberals so easily twist, distort and revise the truth to align with your warped views

FACT #4: And when did I do this? Oh, right, I didn’t (you did).

FACT #5: You conveniently decided not to mention that I did agree, in part with Judge Moore’s article, one very specific part of it: Islamic Law is incompatable with American Law. Maybe you didn’t mention that because I think any religious law is incompatable with American Law.

And then, Anker, you go on and write this beauty:

How dare Judge Moore remind us that we are at war with some in this group that has already killed thousands of Americans and would happily cut our throats in a heartbeat if they could just get close enough! Yet, it is Judge Moore that you would kill – now that is just plain psycho!

The emphasis is mine.

Anker, you’d previously accused me of twisting, distorting, and revising the truth, and yet here you accuse me of wanting to kill Judge Roy Moore! I have never expressed or held any opinion that I wished to harm Judge Moore, or to witness any harm come to him! Apparently, somewhere along the line, you failed to distinguish that a different opinion does not mean “I want to see the person with whom I disagree dead.” It doesn’t.

Let me clue you in, Anker: the only one who is doing any twisting, distorting, and revising of the truth is you.