Wanna Bitch? Bitches Please! Bitchabout!

Okay, here's the deal. There are so many BITCHES abound that I can only describe a few.

Hey you! BITCHES PLEASE!- - - Hear me out, because these few variations I WILL describe with rabid overzealousness... It WILL be fun, I promise, even though as one of my fans pointed out, "I don't give a BUNNY'S WORTH OF SHIT!"
[Oooh burned you gps girly man!]

So, do I Wanna Bitch?
Oh Hell YES!
Where to start...

Hmmm, well this one is easy: My personal fav, Bitches Please! - is what I wish I could say, out loud any fucking time or place I saw fit and to every single mother fucker that I have ever heard go OFF, like an atom bomb [yeah boy! old school!] in an excessively foul and inappropriate manner... and especially if the FUCK-N-JIVE BLAST occurs in the SHARED "work space" or is aimed at or near any GODDAMNED KIDS!! GET A GRIP,PEOPLE!!! You may be thinking: "Geez, nance, how bad can it be? How many times and different places could you have possibly witnessed such abhorrent and infantile behavior? What are these "work spaces" and who are these kids that you speak of? Spaces lends itself to a confined area, after all." [Yes, and, when bombs go off in a pipe... what happens? Can you say "SHRAPNEL & SCARS or SEVERED LIMBS AND BRAIN DAMAGE- - - too??] To these clever inquiries, I would say: "Why yes, if you are a sheltered human, say in a cave in the Himalayas or a Zen Master operating in Japan or out of a strip mall in Los Angeles or New York even, I would likely agree with you; it could happen: THAT EVERY BITCH AROUND WAS CALM AND SANELY IN CONTROL OF THEIR WITS.
[NOT! NEVER! OUT OF THE FUCKING QUESTION FOR THIS LIFETIME!]
NOT in this nangent's BITCHABOUT!!!

[Here goes a true nangent style contradictionarian label making banshee gone rabid in your lap or living room!]

See, I am a, French-Canadian-Iroquois-Native-American and if anyone and I mean nearly any other human being beside my husband or Jack Kerouac has a handle like ours, I would be impressed. Frankly, and in all probability, I would most likely not give a rat's arse, if anyone one did understand this "accident of birth" as it is called in Sociology. Stay with me, I'm just starting to roll.... My reasoning is thus: [NTS- hate the word "thus"] It is a major huge dichotomy to read some bitch's blog about such a conundrum in view of the EXPERIENCE I HAVE wearing and handling this particular label for 41'ish years in North America, the DEEP SOUTH, which is by far, it's own damn country and beyond; two very fucking different perspectives. I would bet this life that I REALLY, REALLY LOVE, [yeah dude, I said really, really, BFD] that none of you bitches any where in the world could describe to me, what it has been and still is like walking in these galoshes.

Enough said. I blew a valve and feel much better! Whew!

Now then, to answer those clever questions of two paragraphs gone bye bye.

Where, When, Why? BITCHES PLEASE!

The US NAVY, I know too easy.
[NEED I SAY: Just imagine, there is no end to the material here alone.]
Boot camp: No! Not just Military, you have to think in VASTLY Spiracular[1] terms. [Yes, it is too a word, check the foot notes, damn bitches! READING ...Remember? YES! This BITCHES PLEASE Behavior is JUST LIKE BREATHING for these cretins!]
For people who are employed in any sort of regimented group behavior control... and there are many, police, jail guards, riot squads, DEA, CIA, NIS, DMV, SS, [I meant social security but you can make that whatever you like] SPECIAL FORCES, hmmm, POLITICIANS, PE coaches, teachers, corporate trainers, hollywood film makers, reality TV show hosts, [yup, the word is used lightly] Soap Operas, Game Show Hosts, psychiatric hospitals, HELL... HOSPITALS even, psychologists, think people, one at a time or group therapy, is there truly a difference? Oh, send your kid off to a juvi - boot camp will you? Why not RAPE THEM YOURSELF FOR FUCKS SAKE! I know BITCH PLEASE! This bullet is too long... but this list could go on FOREVER!

NOTE: The KEY word here is: INSTITUTIONS. A few synonyms for you foreign language majors: Corporations; Neighborhood ASSociations; Cities, Towns Villages, States, Nations...

IN SHORT FORM: anything than can become part of a NEW WORLD ORDER...
just to keep it simple stupid [k.i.s.s.?]

The offices of a CEO in Largo, FL [go figure] whose business it is to manage [several hundred folks, we're not talking small bunny pellets at all...] Deed Restricted Neighborhoods... a fucking bunches of them.
TRUE STORY:

The president of the company cussed his ass off until he [seriously here...] turned beet red and still wasn't out of steam so he followed the already nervous and nauseated accountant that he was pissed at into his office; [why pissed? GEE BOSS, too many champagne and caviar lunches dude, you are mother fuckin' broke and your wife, the VP can't save a receipt to wipe her ass with, so I have a $17K slush fund just for her ; yes sir, by her very own order as VP (and your wife, dick head) All for telling him the state of his current financial affairs, just as ordered. So, here I am the office manager, for a whole 3 months; 5 months pregnant... so what does the BIG BULLY do? Yup! He hit this little guy so hard that he landed in a corner, with his head bleeding and a smashed CRT monitor in his lap, shaking and crying [not really crying, but very fucking hurt] when I waltz in and tell the Pres. to BACK OFF AND CUT THE SHIT!He did. It took an adult's "MOST SERIOUS and LOUD Voice of Reason" but he marched into his office, 10 ft away and slammed the door... VF-Loudly!

psss! go to part deux :D