FMK: Cats, Common People (Like You), and Cantonese Cartmen

*Blog post started on October 14, 2020.

I am working too much, but that is kind of the norm. This leads me to wonder, "What is my number one dilemma right now?"

The most accurate answer is trying to get my ex-girlfriend to not make an ill advised decision in moving with a Trump twat to Robinson, IL. If I cannot do that, then I need to at least get her to take back her cat since the luxury of the middle of nowhere is a house that the NRA ninny is inheriting which is surely big enough for two cats. They would both be boys, and I am certain the one she is living with now is far younger and more playful than the Queen Eva. That seems like an ideal match to me.

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Speaking of support for fascism, I think I have at least gotten Mom to tone down about it. Perhaps my little brother deserves some of the credit as well. She bitches about it, but will not engage in discussion. The feeling I have is that she knows can put her in her place. How she responded to that knowledge pretty much guarantees a familiar explosion if I or he were to do it again. Her love and support is appreciated, but she is an example of why college is important. You are not going to be willing to change your views if the money spent to succeed is put at risk.

Or it may just be Central Illinois outside of Champaign/Urbana that limits your willingness to understand people. I was the most well off performer on the Peoria Wrestling scene. This probably explains some of the grief about me spouting off my opinions. Those assholes thought I was not risking anything. In the end, they were right because wrestling in Peoria is not something you have to sacrifice for.

All you are doing is amusing yourselves, the fans are secondary. Unfortunately, kayfabe is tertiary. If you want to be nice to fans, get a merch table instead of bumming cigarettes from them at intermission.

Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling