I also reserve the right to modify this noun with adjectives such as stupid, moronic, imbecilic, or descriptive phrases such as should-have-been-bucketed-at-birth.
Now, there are two possible futures here. I could pick up the phone and tell the 3 people on my list of nominees for Fucktard of the Year who are running neck and neck for first place exactly what I think of them, or I could ignore these fucktards and the havoc they create.
What should I do?
Take the Buddhist approach and ignore the little ripples in the river of life even if they threaten to build up into a huge swell that will wash boats, homes, and riverbanks away.
|Rick Grimes in the season premier of The Walking Dead.|
Of course, the latter would make a mess of the carpets which would make life more difficult for the cleaners and I can't do that. It wouldn't be polite nor nice.
That'd be the Buddhist part of me coming out.
However, I'm not that Zen that I can take the Buddhist approach either. So I shall compromise and go for a fresh buttery croissant and hot dark coffee, and then tell the Fucktards to go to hell. But nicely.