Monday, May 20, 2013

The Karma Ninja


This is for everyone that has been affected by genuine assholes. Whether it be in person, on line, or wherever. Here's an example on how I think Karma Ninjas could change the world. I'm going to use the example of on-line trolls. Sometimes trolls are just trying to get under people's skin and trying to get a rise from other people. I really have no issue with those people and I understand that hey.... it can be fun. Most off the time you can tell if they're just being a jackass or if they are indeed a real... "asshole". I'm talking about the habitual, truly mean spirited chicken-shit, hiding behind their anonymity assholes. (To be clear I'm not talking about anyone in the group Anonymous) I'm talking about the bona fide joe smuck fuck that gets off on being an asshole. Furthermore they know better but continue to disperse the hate.

So, here's an example of how a Karma Ninja would operate using an on-line scenario. - First a Karma Ninja would seek out an asshole and make contact on-line. Once contacted the asshole will be told something like - "Hey! You're being very UN-cool and it would be in your best interest to stop being an asshole". (Yea I know, my idea of a Karma Ninja is one of casual nature.) Of course the asshole will not believe anything Karma Ninja is saying. This is where action is put into place. The asshole would get a nice letter from a Karma Ninja. It would say something like this -

Hey asshole, remember that person that contacted you on-line and told you that it would be in your best interest to stop being UN-cool? Well I'm that person and I have found you. Now, if you continue to be an asshole I will find you and warn you in person. I know this sounds pretty dumb and unbelievable because the person that concocted this crazy idea was probably bullied as a kid. But anyway, don't try and call the cops for I am a Ninja, a Karma Ninja. For every time you act like an asshole I will visit you. I will make sure it is when you're having a good time. Just like those that are on-line visiting their favorite social media site and enjoying whatever it is they enjoy. I don't care if it's some auto-tuned cute cat remix video of Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe". If you continue to make negative comments that would be considered "shitty", I will visit you. It will be a time in which you are in the middle of enjoying yourself. In addition let me tell you this, It won't be just some random good time either. I will make sure it's when you're doing something that you really REALLY enjoy. I will not hurt you physically however, your emotional state will be altered greatly. I will also make sure that no one around you is affected, only you. I'll make the event so elaborate it will boggle your fuckin little piece of shit mind. You will not know it is I who fucked it up. I will let you know later that it was me, Karma Ninja. At that time I will warn you AGAIN not to be an asshole. If I have to visit you again my actions will be far worse than the first time. Also, not only will I video the event, I then will make sure to find ALL those that you have hurt, pissed off, inconvenienced or made fun of. It will be my utmost pleasure to show them their frustration with you was not in vain. You will also make a heartfelt apology to all those that you have wronged. Not just a general apology, but individual apologies to each and every on-line user that you have hurt with your evil words.

I know this may sound like it was written in the spirit of some far unattainable wishful revenge. I wrote it simply because.... I just hate assholes. I think there's a time and place to be an asshole. If the moment is called for sure, be an asshole, especially if someone is being an asshole to you. If you're having a bad day and you act like an asshole, it's OK... no big worries. But if you're that person that knows better and continues to be an asshole, I hope the symbolic nature of a Karma Ninja finds you....

Sunday, October 17, 2010

vintage cloetry

Saturday, September 30, 2006

it's a about time.......

My obtuse uterus is on pink and fire blossoms. Phone llamas on a stick of Jeeps. Lick only 9 monkeys while chillin at Cafe Brazil. Si... si a little red pee, a very little ass tiny monkey. Pad mad and a garbage sack of mouse Glad. Pen mend and send of my next of kin, you and kue of that mutha fuckin ass red shoe. Si and me fu ficken mu on knee.... and off white hey hey... shit on me. Voice mail a little red snail while letting a snot on my little ass red toe nail. I wish a dolphin named sue was a green chick. Here mere smoo kulk. So.... I could swing my squeeze coo. Sponge my sack of key lime pie. Left handed menu called


drink on!!!!!!!
-Clo

vintage cloetry

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Cloetry... December something of 06.

Current mood: thirsty

Category: Life

Kite's little doo little mighty koo. Mountain Dew in Garth Brook's carpeted left shoe. Pics of Trix & Chex Mix. Freud and Curious George's conscious minds spelling universal truths about snazzy fickly cats. Bar mats left handed bats likel mantel fee flutes. Mute skates astrology mates on Slee Stack's gates. Autumn nights of barefoot green flights. Bill of Sill's kill mill. Cancer and Prancer had a great fall. Look in the mirror, who is the curtest of all? Cast my carnival of choir clocks and stocks of Lucky Charm flocks. Cradle the very thing you aspire to be and don't worry about the people that want to pee and let the flea be a key of hope. Divorce the feelings of discomfort for it will make disease. Fear the fasting fathers of female feet. Fish floods flyer flowers and 3 wheeled mowers on mild acid. Freeze frame and a fruit filled lame. Tame galaxy's garage of love as the greenhouse of hands heal to the hallway of harps glee!! Invent yourself a merry little Christmas island of joy juice. Jail the feelings of down comforting massacre's lost. Melody yourself into meditation's frost. Minister yourself into the super conscious self worth of mortuary. Mud's museum of music. Naked and narrow of tri colored sparrow. Neglect and negotiate news of bad. Nightmares of days lost, nuclear war and nudity numbers observe oceans of days forbidden. Open and operate your orchestra's past. A boat mast stands firm as I let sperm into paralyzed pianos.

vintage cloetry

Sunday, October 28, 2007

cloetry 10.07

Current mood: rejuvenated

Category: Life

For those that have been asking.... It's been almost a year... cloetry finally makes another appearance. Why? Maybe it because of "All Hallow's Day" or the new found spirit of jumping from a Cessna at 13,000 feet, or it could even be the inspiration of a (somewhat) recently found word salad companion..... actually it's probably just the unique hangover that I have today.... However the other reasons are well founded, appreciated, and very welcome to my new outlook on life..... Enjoy -

A house, a little purple mouse, Allison Krause. Llama feet upon a an eraser's edge. Fleeting albums of Virgin Mary's half burned candles. Paradise found upon a tainted ground. Requiem for a cause, I'm going platinum. We are the Bugaloo's we're in the air, flying high flying free, free as a summer breeze. (Thanks Sid and Marty for that fabulous programming) I spy something...... heliotrope in the shape of an ever so slightly burnt kaleidoscope. A cow on dope, Garth Brooks' left tit on an oven mitt. A fly on high as the kite's string gets tangled within. What's your favorite kind of Soup? Toe rings on black, Sugar Smacks and Cracker Jacks. I'd like to wear Captain Crunch's hat on Tuesday. Who can it be now? Never mind. We are the youth of the nation. Why do we thrive on mental masturbation? Keys and locks were meant to be busted. Scratch my back with a lighting bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note, the sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band, we all fell down from the Milky Way Hangin' round till Judgment Day, Heaven only knows who's in command.... (Thanks Jimmy)

Have a All Saints' Day everyone!!!!

dRInK oN!!!

-Clo

vintage cloetry

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Cloetry for Leap year 08

Current mood: breezy

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Let's have a shot, make it a Jim Morrison. Rippin kickin, kissin, lippin, like Garth said "Rope The Wind" - Slop slunks feel the funk like Pat Summerall's satin patio furniture on the 3rd Tue in September's sweet sauce. Automatic butt figgle. Tickle your dogs left ear crooka comic flood Elmo coo boo boo kitty f%&k's oval krunked smooth Bitchin Camaro Vs. Optimus Prime's 3rd nipple for President....

-Clo

Written 3am Feb 28th 3am after a mean game of Guitar Hero..