I learned a lot about why I’m a mess today. You see, I’m not like I once was.
My short-term memory doesn’t exist, I have a nasty temper, and my organizational skills always lacked. Here we go.
What this basically means is that people like me pay attention, but forget anyway-no matter how hard we try to remember shit.
I was supposed to be at a meeting today, but I never know what day it is. This is because of what the meningitis in this area. My frontal lobes are fucked because of the blows to the head which I received, courtesy of wood pallets. Remember what Dr. David Banner said to that reporter on The Incredible Hulk?
“Mr. McGhee, please don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
The prefrontal cortex also gives you some idea of why I tend to be cruel to the cruel, but giving to the empty-by the way, don’t ever let that out. I’ve worked hard on this nasty reputation, and I aim to keep it, fuck you very much-and twice at the early Sunday morning service.
So, when you have an employee that just doesn’t seem ‘with it’, it’s not drugs. He or she has a problem, and that employee is protected under the Americans with Disabilities Act because this interferes with a major life activity: employment. So, fire them, and it’s a Chapter 11, you’ll be-a-filing.
Yeah, Merry Christmas to you, too.
Of course, the funniest part is when an employer fires someone who is a gun enthusiast with a bad amygdala for being a slow learner, but just wait when he finds out how badly his frontal lobes were destroyed or compromised.
Those are just the most interesting people, aren’t they? It would be a shame if this society cornered them from the beginning to the point at which they have no other choice.
Now you understand my apathy as it pertains to violent crime. Some people never got a chance.
Would I do that? No, I have too much to live for. It’s much more fun for me to sit back with a bag of popcorn and a bottle of Powerade so I could watch the chaos you caused due to your lack of compassion and your love of the Second Amendment.