Blog rant

Question 1:

If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.

Question 2:

It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts.

Here are the facts about the three candidates. Who would you vote for?

Candidate A.

Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He’s had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.

Candidate B.

He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.

Candidate C

He is a decorated war hero. He’s a vegetarian, doesn’t smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.

Which of these candidates would be our choice? Decide first… no peeking, then scroll down for the response.

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Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.

Candidate B is Winston Churchill.

Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.

And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:

If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven (the great German composer of instrumental music).

Pretty interesting isn’t it? Makes a person think before judging someone.

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Okay the above was shamelessly stolen from my friend’s blog which you can read here.

I couldn’t log into my Tumblr account from my place here in Kampar because the Internet connection was being pretty unstable. Anyway, I just needed to rant about some people who were being judgmental and shit. It’s amazing how these people know more about me than I know about them. Since I could only log into my Facebook, I wrote a Note which went somewhat like this-

To my dear hypocritical hater(s): 

Please take a good, long look & reevaluate yourself before you judge me. Then bitch about me & backstab me all you want, I’m fine with it. Because, still, I’ll never stoop to your level; I don’t cheat. 
When push comes to shove - I will stand my ground. If you dare bitch about anybody that I love - watch your back. And I don’t make empty threats.

Usually I’m the type of person who’d go, “Whatever”, because I know that even if I enroll myself into a convent and become a nun, they’d still hate my guts. But I draw the line when they bitch/hurt/backstab my friends and loved ones.

I’m not called a bitch without reason. Watch your back.