Self Righteous Sons of Bitches – The Reviewer Card

If you’d like to base your life on anything I write, I’d like to make my personal qualifications crystal clear. I’m qualified to say “I like this. It tastes good to me.” or “This isn’t as good as the food I had at…” or even “This shit makes me want to vomit.”  – the common denominator in all of that is me. Me me me, motherfucking me (because I’m a dad so by definition I am a mother-fucker). Same goes for travel – I can say “I love French people”, “In my experience Moroccan bureaucracy sucks” or “I find American culture vacuous and filled with soul sucking tricks” again – the common denominator is me. I can say “I hate Facebook” “I love Google+” or “Sexy nuns make me want to masturbate.” It’s all me. Me, me, me. I write in the 1st person usually, unless I’m writing fiction. I have two qualifications. I am me and can tell you about my experience and I have a very expansive imagination and can write about fake people, fake worlds, or what I think might be going on that I haven’t personally experienced. That’s called fiction. This card, Yelp, Trip Advisor, and self righteous food and travel bloggers telling you what to think as if it isn’t their personal experiences? Yeah…up theirs. I think they’re a bunch of worthless sons of bitches.
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The ReviewerCard, a plastic membership ID that looks like a high-end AmEx, is supposed to get its members better service in restaurants.
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