The Musings of the Big Red Car

Things I Don’t Care About III

As a sensitive caring Big Red Car, sometimes I find myself caring too much, but here are seven more things I don’t care about:

 1. The Genocide Olympics — I didn’t know when they started. Don’t care when they end. I don’t care about any sport — OK, if I did care about a “sport” it would be curling.

How can anybody take the Olympics seriously when — curling?

If you don’t see the connection between the Hitler 1936 Olympics and the Genocide Games, then that is on you. I don’t care. I just don’t.

2. The Super Bowl — I don’t even know who’s playing or where. I just don’t care. I haven’t cared about the NFL since it was formed.

I love college football and I love that Georgia beat Nicky Satan.

So, I care about football, just not millionaire, spoiled brat, self-importunated, National Anthem kneeling, girlfriend punching NFL football.

 3. Prince Charles — I don’t like Prince Charles. I haven’t liked him forever though I do like his operable buttons on his suits and jackets.

I dress myself, so I don’t like guys who have other guys help them get dressed. Seems a little creepy. Sure, sometimes in February, my wife will tell me I can’t wear shorts when it’s 50F, but not the same thing.

I admit when I was in the Army in the Republic of Korea, I had a “house youth” who assisted me by shining my boots and bringing my coffee.

[I often wonder what happened to that wonderful man, Mr. Kim, who used to wash my fatigues in the shower using cleanser and a brush. He would wake me at 5:00 AM w/ a cup of smoking hot coffee and tell me what the 2nd Inf Div was going to do that day —  his brother was the Commanding General’s houseboy. Whenever the division went out on surprise alerts and maneuvers, I would know the night before because Mr. Kim’s brother would tell him.

I was the Mess Officer of my combat engineer company — good job actually though everybody used to hate it — and used to get all the #10 cans and give them to Mr. Kim who beat them flat and built a roof on his hooch in the ville with them.]

Who throws over Princess Diana for anybody named Camilla?

Somebody said he’s gotten the China Virus for the second time.

That’s bad, but I just don’t care. I do want him to get well, but I don’t care.

 4. Lyn Cheney — I have negative caring about Lyn Cheney, the least Republican Republican in the history of Republicans. She owes me some “care” back because of how much I don’t care about her.

I care more about violating the warning “Do Not Remove This Label” on a mattress than I do about Lyn Cheney. 

 5. Gender benders — If you think the miracle of having either a vagina or a penis is not a message directly from the Holy Ghost as to how you are supposed to play the game of life, then I do not care.

God went to a lot of trouble designing that software, packed it with both utility and fun for a reason. [Packing all those nerve endings in one little spot was not just genius, it ensures the survival of the human race. Pure genius.] Each person gets a unique one and only one.

Don’t get me wrong, if you are unhappy with your vagina or penis and want a “do-over,” I completely support that because I do care immensely about personal freedom.

Just don’t tell me you want to play women’s sports.

Full disclosure: I do want Michael Phelps to “feel” like a woman and eviscerate the Olympic Swimming thing whenever that happens, but I still don’t care about the Olympics. I just want to see the feces hit the fan.

I could see the guy smoking a joint on the starting blocks, winning every event, and picking up the joint when he finished. Hey, it could happen.

 6. Putz Harry and The Merkle — Honestly, Harry, you need to borrow a set.

We Americans don’t care what you think about the Constitution. Don’t you remember we fought a bloody war to get clear of what British royals thought of the Colonies?

What moron thinks we are interested in what some half-witted, ex-pat, nutless, former royal would think of the Constitution in 2022?

 7. Joe Rogan Haters — Joe Rogan was famous in an earthy, gritty, sweaty, tattooed sort of way when he arrived at Spotify and they paid him $100,000,000 to talk shit on their platform.

Some ancient white guy said, “It’s him or me, baby.” Spotify showed that jakeleg to the door.

If we have to have a JOE as POTUS and your choices are:

JOE Biden

JOE Rogan

Who do you go with? Me, too.

So, all you Joe Rogan Haters know you have made the guy even more famous and beloved, more listened to, and shown him to be a winner and y’all are losers. Well played and sharp volley at the net, Joni.

Thanks, that felt good — not as good as those nerve endings, but still good — and now I can face the day.

Remember to remove your mask when using government provided crack pipes whilst knowing you can pass the crack pipe cause crack kills the China Virus.