Burger King.

Ok, so there's a lot of 'Beef' going on with the new Burger King ad, and quite honestly I don't understand why. Mental health advocates are complaining that Burger King, quoting that the ad is ""blatantly offensive" and say it's perpetuating the stigma that a brain-chemistry disorder inevitably leads to arson, destruction of property and public endangerment."

While at the other end of the spectrum, the writer of this article from Wallet Pop is trying to enforce healthy eating by insinuating that the King should serve the same fate as Eddie Antar, who went to jail for crimes of 'creative finance."

Now, that doesn't make any sense to me, seeing as how I don't think eating a 970 calorie meal with 61 grams of fat (according to both the article and Burger King's website) is in the same category of 'creative financing.' In fact, I don't think creating a food meant for the occasional consumer to enjoy on his own dollar and time is a crime at all. Instead, I find this asshole who wrote the article much of the same people who like taking personal freedoms and indulgences and pissing all over them while trying to shove their two inch barbed cock up your ass in the hopes of ruining your right as a consumer to choose which product you will and will not support.

Personally, I enjoy Burger King from time to time, and I also enjoy their ads. Sure they're often ridiculous and creepy, but they're always amusing. It's unfortunate however, that Burger King has pulled the ad due to pressure from the hardcore liberal doctors who try and find fault with anything that is in some way focusing on a little bit of a stereotype. I mean, let's face it... Crazy people aren't going to be offended by this ad, because there's an old adage that says something along the lines of those who are actually crazy don't believe that they are. Now, who are offended? Doctors. Doctors who don't like it when you use the word crazy, or retarded, but then again I don't care.

I understand the promoting of healthy eating, and I am all for it. There are too many fat kids nowadays anyway, and not enough ventilation to mask the odor of the under-folds of fat sweat. (Yes, if you've been in a waiting room with a bunch of fat kids, that's an odor you won't soon forget.) However, do it by creating alternatives, and not just by saying someone else should do it for you. That's just lazy. Those who complain about things without doing anything about it are mentally fat, they're so used to bitching about something until someone else does something about it, so they can continue doing the one thing they've done all along... NOTHING.

Anyway here's the website to read the article: Ad Rant: Mental health advocates not so nuts about cheesy Burger King ad

Healthcare(less?)

It's ironic. A urologist in Florida is trying to deny service to those who have voted for Obama, and in turn is only going to treat fellow republicans because he opposes Socialism. Now, here's the irony... a one party system in which he supports (so long as its the republican party) is socialism.

His reasoning was that he was afraid that the new Obamacare would turn patients away from clinics.... IRONY NUMBER 2! I won't even spoon feed you that one.

I'm seriously at a loss of what to say. I hope that in violation of the Hippocratic Oath he gave, that his medical license is revoked and not able to be reinstated.

Further use of the word irony is that the GOP is condemning the very thing its trying to become itself. AND PEOPLE ARE NONE THE WISER? Now, here I could spurt off the tired phrase "WAKE UP AMERICA," or I could just say this...

If you are in fact that fucking stupid to drink the punch they're serving, you deserve whatever is in it. Which in this case means that if this asshole wants to LIE about what's in the bill, than he should reap the consequences of doing so.

Just Random Music Talk #1

So I picked up Day of Fire's new album "Losing All." And it was ... Um... yeah... FUCK YOU JOSH BROWN. Jesus Christ (pun not intended) but what is this garbage? I mean, seriously? I understand that you had a near death experience with Heroine... but writing garbage music is no excuse... Perhaps you should've just stopped doing heroine and not resort to writing some halfshit attempt at a band when the ONLY good thing you've seemed to manage of this career of yours died with your overdose. That's right, Full Devil Jacket, one of my FAVORITE bands of the early 2000's died the day you decided to shoot up. Ugh... I dunno why I thought that maybe, just maybe there would be a chance that your change in style might be somewhat audibly enjoyable... but no, I mean there's potential there, you're a fantastic vocalist, however the limits you put on yourself as a lyricist is just plain awful.

So to make up for having wasted the amount of time I wasted listening to "Losing it All," which should actually be retitled as "Losing 51 minutes and 48 Seconds..." Anyway, I ended up picking up the new Misery Index album entitled "Pulling Out The Nails," which isn't really new, but a collection of some of their earlier work. However, this is without a doubt some of the best grindcore /death metal I could ask for. The drumwork is unGodly, and really sets the bar for the genre at almost an insurmountable height. Truth be told, I'm actually taken back by how fucking awesome this album is. Of course, I don't really think you could improve much upon their last effort "Traitors" which is probably one of my favorite albums in recent years.

Another album worth picking up is the sophomore effort from Epica entitled "Design Your Universe." Needless to say, this album actually leaves me speechless almost on all fronts. While not perfect, there are definitely a handful of tracks that certainly pick up where the album lacks and does so without affecting my opinion on the album as a whole. The orchestration is flawlessly blended in with it's heavier moments and is really topped off with some of the most powerful vocals in any symphonic metal band to date.

Anyway, I'm getting pretty tired and probably should head to bed being that it's 2:05 at the moment.

Z.M.Thomas

Who the Fuck is Jack Chick?

It would appear lately I have been receiving several e-mails, asking whether or not that I am the "next Jack Chick." Now, for the better part of the past week or so, I can safely say that I had no fucking idea who Jack Chick was. So, of course I check out his website to help better educate myself on who this person is that I am allegedly following in the footsteps of.

And Holy Shit... Apparently this Jack Chick character is the asshole who prints up these pamphlets and distributes them to socially retarded religious fanatic fuckbags that hand them out at airports. Yes, now if you've ever been to the airport and received one of those pamphlets that likes to inform you that "YOU'RE GOING TO HELL," than you might be familiar with who this guy is.

Now, I'm no Jack Chick. I mean... where do I begin? I don't think I run around like some inbred fuckbag with a box of .16 cent comics with the intention to hand out the "YOU'RE GOING TO HELL" pamphlets. No, instead I write comic books. Ones with stories and PLOTS! Yes, that's right, Plots. Even Abe the Aborted Fetus has a plot line. Sure you probably think it's offensive and immature, and I wouldn't even argue with you. However, that book has something Jack Chick doesn't... story. I have a beginning, middle end, conflict and resolution.

Hell, looking beyond Abe the Aborted Fetus, I have other books that have NO religious connotation what-so-ever. Echoes of Dawn, a horror/noir book, featuring ghosts, monsters, gore and violence. Or Contagion which is a zombie story that features much of the same (minus the ghosts) INCLUDING A PLOT!

So to conclude my ramblings and to clear the air... I am no Jack Chick, nor would I ever like to be. However, one benefit has arisen from this experience. I at least have a face to the asshole behind those stupid comics I get at the airport before I get on a plane.

Z.M.Thomas