2004-12-08 - 10:51 a.m.

Last night went well. My lovely wife loved her Chanukah gifts. She got me a Super Bowl Sweatshirt and a # 4, Adam Vinatieri Patriots player’s jersey. Hurray for Chanukah!

We’re planning on having her brother and his girlfriend over for dinner tonight. This will be interesting. Her brother is a dick. What’s worse is he deliberately tries to be a dick. He goes out of his way to be a dick and succeeds wildly. Some people may be dicks because they’re ignorant, or perhaps life has shit all over them, but this guy practices at it, and goes out of his way to be a pain in the ass. In the land of dicks, this man is their king.

I’m not very fond of the guy.

Dick. Dick. Dick.

He is spoiled rotten. His mother (god rest her soul) and father have done absolutely everything for him and this has resulted in a very irresponsible, self centered spoiled bastard.

He’s been married 3 times. Yup. Dad has paid for all weddings (and the divorces too).

He has never purchased a vehicle in his life. He’s 45. Dad has given him all his cars.

There is not one stick of furniture in his house that he has bought. He has taken it all from other family members and friends. This is actually quite amusing. If you ever went into his house you’d think and elderly woman who used to run a brothel lives there.

He has 3 kids that he has abandoned, that now live somewhere with their drug addicted mother. He bitches and moans about not seeing his kids, but if you ask why he doesn’t hire an attorney and get the kids he’ll first tell you to shut the fuck up, and then complain that he doesn’t have any money to pursue legal action. This is unforgivable. His 3 young girls could be homeless, hungry, perhaps even being abused. Yet this guy does absolutely nothing. I’ve contemplated taking legal action against this man for this reason.

He had 2 houses (yes, dad got him into). He sold those houses. Pocketed the money and conned his father out of 2 acres of land to build his new house on. It’s pathetic. How do you parley 2 houses and free land and end up in a POS starter home? He didn’t work well with the contractors and did everything half assed. The house is 6 months old and is falling apart. I think he paid off town officials to get a residency permit.

He wants to sell it now and move to Puerto Rico. Good riddance. Of course that will never happen, as the house cannot be sold in its current condition, and if he was to leave the country, dear old dad won’t be nearby to bail his ass out. And the guy has absolutely no money. He lives in this weird fantasy land where he sees himself as some deserving prince. In reality he is a 45 year old assistant manager at the meglo mart white piece of trash.

My wife was bullshit about that. Her dad has done some very nice things for my wife such as nice birthday presents and such, but nothing doesn’t come even anywhere even close to cars, houses and property that dad (who actually can’t afford it) tosses at this piece of white trash. I blows my mind. For the most part, I shut my mouth. I thank her dad for the weed wacker he bought us, but when I see his POS son drive off in a Lincoln, I get pissed.

My wife is very hurt by all this, but yet she still tries to keep the family together. I give her a lot of credit.

It’s pathetic because her dad is at heart, a decent man, but he has been bled dry by his parasitic son. He knows it. We try to explain that he is enabling his son, but he refuses to let the kid take responsibility for his actions. Her dad, a successful doctor will have nothing for retirement. In some bizarre, dysfunctional confused way, he just says “what can you do about it? Oh well”.

Christ all mighty.

My wife’s brother will sit at your kitchen table and swear at you. He will insult you. He will tell you that the food you served him is shit. He will start a shouting match at the table with people that would make sailors blush.

Yes, I have thrown him out of my house several times. For years, I refused to let him in my home. When my wife who constantly tries to keep in contact with him wants to see him I insist it is at a restaurant or at his house.

I don’t want to go home tonight.

I’m done ranting.

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