Evil people in the world:
Don King for showing people that you can climb to the top and not have any attention to hairstyle ($5000+ on a suit but 50 cents for a comb? He spends 2 hours on the phone probably ordering his food and 2 seconds sticking a penny in an electrical socket to do his hair. For the love of God, people!!!), and rigging boxing. Cmon, people are paying their hard earned money to see fights between well conditioned professional athletes and they get a stupid soap opera, 30 second falls, and infantile faux rage speeches that are written on a 4th grade reading level.
Whoever it is at RP Scherer that makes the decision not to have yellow AllStar available 365 days a year. 'Nuff said on that one.
People working at bread companies who don't make the end slices thick enough to have them usable in sandwiches. The ends are where all the flavor is! When they are not thick enough to really sink your teeth into, it's a crime worthy of trial at Nuremburg.
People that steal stuff off of and from under team tables at paintball events. 99% of paintballers are the most kind, friendly, intelligent, and trustworthy people on the planet, but there's occasionally that jackass that swipes packs, guns, etc. and ruins someone's day. At the field I until recently went to all the time (wasn't the only reason I quit there, but didn't help) one day recently I had a half case of paint, a 5v Indian Creek Xgear pack, pods, and my other reffing shirt stolen WHILE I WAS OUT CLEANING THE PARKING LOT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Fortunately nothing worse has happened to me, but man I was pissed off (and still am) and can really see now how bad it must be for someone to get a gun and more stolen. If I catch one of the *******s taking someone's prized gun it will probably take an electric winch or hydraulic ram to pull me away from beating their skull in.
The english professor I had my freshman year at college that was a feminist *&@! that did everything she could to destroy my self esteem, make me not want to be in class or the school or anywhere at all for that matter, and degrade my writing ability, one of my most valued skills. That along with a couple of things plunged me into 3 years of alcoholism...then I found paintball and cleaned up. Now while she has her little petty literary critic stuff published in little snooty reviews and such that few people that ever see more than 2 hours of sunshine a week ever read, I write more and lots of people with actual lives read mine! Muhahahaha! If this wasn't a moderated board (and if she read it) I'd tell her exactly what to do and then describe the aftertaste.
Whoever told my ex girlfriend from a year ago that I got her best friend drunk with me one night. She was drinking by herself and I just happened to walk by and sit next to her! Yeah I at the time was thinking "Hey, it wouldn't be that bad if..." but I wasn't drinking with my girlfriend because she had to race kayaks the next day and I didn't think she wanted to be sore that morning! Oh, and nothing did happen between her best friend and I, unless of course you count drinking half a 7.5 gallon keg between me, her, and my g/f's ex husband (That could have been part of the problem too.), then playing the bongo drums till about 1:30 am. Geez, what's a guy to do even when he's trying to look out for his lady?
The little dweebs at some events that will tell ya that you can't have banners off the fields even though you see them in the dumpster 10 minutes later.
Whoever does all those rain dances just before events to always have 3 inches or more deep of mud on the ground.
The UK customs agent that stamped my Cocker with a tax when I had it shipped over to me when I was over there...didn't even get to play with it at the time. Now I also have an Angel. Will they leave me alone if I come over there with that since it's made over there?
Osama bin Laden and all his little flunkies that are nothing more than petty thugs that haven't the stones to actually fight rather than flaunt themselves behind a camera anonymously and post facto, kill unarmed people, then pervert a religion to excuse themselves from being genocidal maniac kamikaze wannabes that could have been normal people if they'd shower, shave, and read nudie magazines and solo-sex themselves occasionally. I dare those little chicken $h@ts to stand out in the open here for 30 seconds (especially where I live, where 1 in 5 can pick them off with a rifle at 500 yards blindfolded) and prove they have some semblance of testicles instead of hiding under a rock like the roaches they really are.
Gee, if I've left anyone out, it won't take me long to think of them and post again...
