Life sucks

And everyday I wake up wishing I was paid millions to prance around in designer clothes advertising (INSERT RANDOM PRODUCT HERE) with my genetically perfect body. Shit why was I born to such poor lottery?

Fuel to the fire I am like the coal and decomposed,
Worthless to those that rose
From the depths of the great oppression
I am nothing but a succession
A chain link in a very long winding drive
From here to there I am part of this hive

But my masters proclaim
I am but of no fame
I am worthless trash
For I am without cash

And I play only one game
That is of life which is spectacularly lame
You've drawn my hate that much is clear
What you've said and done will be held dear
Of which thus far has been naught
This whiny baby cheat has been caught

So much for life
It is succinct and rife

With men so cocky as you

I am no poet. If one comes by and reads this understand I did this only because I was bored and not with any structural grace. For that matter I have no grace.

By now everyone in America has heard the words utterly by the great King.

 "All the people that were rooting on me to fail, at the end of the day, they have to wake up tomorrow and have the same life that they had before they woke up today. They have the same personal problems they had today. I’m going to continue to live the way I want to live and continue to do the things that I want to do with me and my family and be happy with that. They can get a few days or a few months or whatever the case may be on being happy about not only myself, but the Miami Heat not accomplishing their goal. But they have to get back to the real world at some point.”   - Lebron James

Just like how I responded to the Meddenhall nonsense a while back I do so now to you Lebron James (and it hurts me not to use a nickname).

Here is the skinny my friend. Imagine for a moment you were not you. Imagine a lottery (not the NBA one) where each pick and strand would grant you different elements and attributes. Imagine for a moment you didn't receive the winning pick at birth and you were nothing more then a "loser lower class peasant". Now imagine if a man of great wealth told you,

"Stop churning the coal you fool! I am of warm enough lest my money be dripped through these infernal outlets"

And on command you do as demanded. Shut down the coal line and let those that receive their blessing freeze without heat. But you see this is fair. One man may demand more heat. Another may less. So on and so forth.

To offer every person individual amounts why you'd be bankrupt. And then who'd supply the heat?

I will tell you. No one.

                                                               Melodramatic much?

James, you brought this fire upon yourself. Every man, woman, and child could see the trebuchets loading their ammunition. You did nothing NOTHING to deflect or avoid their trajectory. And once they hit like a cannonball tearing down the mighty walls of your self proclaimed kingdom you cry foul.

First you quit in Ohio. Then you, your friends, your agent, your family all quit logic when you held a press conference for your impending "Decision". Right afterwards the three of you dingbats figure it a good idea to have a championship celebration before setting a foot on the same floor together.

And now you've failed TWICE to down the wings of your haters and you have the arrogance to actually think you have any right to argue? Your chance was lost on the court. That was your opportunity. You failed. Shut up.

I'm not a petty muskrat. I do not question your decision to leave Cleveland as I am no Ohio resident. I don't even like basketball. Actually I kinda hate it. But nothing brings me more joy then to watch your comeuppance served upon a wreckage where a throne once sat. You are not a "superstar". You are not even human. You are a disgrace. A sociopath with no forethought, afterthought, and absolutely no empathy.

And while I leave no doubt that you will eventually win a title I question if you deserve one. After all, all the showboating, mocking, and general disrespect you show your "fans" with such ill tweets it makes me wonder why you even bother. Why life sucks doesn't it?

You said so yourself. You just made sure to mention how happy you were with yours. Well then I can feign life too. See its great. Everything is great. The sun, the moon, the stars, ALL GREAT!

Have a nice summer Lebron. A nice long summer full of deflections and lack of comprehension to the yet another shit storm you've unleashed. A hornet nest buzzing from top to bottom filled with assholes just gnawing at the bit to show you much life really sucks.

Good luck next year my friend. I hope for your sake you win one before the little gnats get you first.

Unapologetic and loving it,

- Rossini


P.S. I'm fine where I'm at James. Thanks for asking.

P.P.S I've stopped being stupid and reopened my feeds. While I hope everyone still enjoys my blog, feeds will be just as good I suppose. Thank you and good night.