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  • Update 2018

    Believe it or not, even after all this time, I still get the occasional email asking when I’m going to write a new rant or post a new Sniper Radio, etc. After getting one just yesterday, I decided that maybe I should write an update post.

    So first, about the site’s content. I never announced it or anything, but this site is on hiatus until the insanity dies down. See, the site has always been about provoking thought and debate through entertainment. Hyperbole and vitriol have been my educational tools since 2003. During that time, it was an easy job. The political and ideological Left was mostly right on most things and the Right was mostly wrong on most things. As the years went by, the Right kept moving further and further into the fucking insane asylum and this made my job even easier. But, at some point (and I don’t remember exactly when), the Left started to follow them. It was like “Hey, you can’t run into that nuthouse, I’m not through yelling at you, get back here!” It’s not entirely unexpected, but here it is. The Left and the Right are both fucking crazy. For me, that’s bad, because I ply my art through the lens of reason and intellect (though it’s masked in lots of yelling and swearing so as to be entertaining) and, now, there just isn’t any of that to be had. If I post an opinion on anything, I’m everyone’s enemy. Nobody is thinking, nobody is questioning, and it’s damn hard to entertain now. It’s not that I don’t still have lots of ranty opinions about everything, it’s just that…. why bother? Nobody is open to reasonable debate or thinking about their own positions or the positions of their opponents. Nobody on the Right OR the Left is listening to anything other than their own echo chamber or propaganda. Frankly, I have other things to do, so I’m not going to waste my fucking time. SnipeMe is in stasis, a state of permanent suspension and inactivity, and it will remain that way until all of you fucking retards (oh god, he said the r-word #triggered #ableist) come back from this extended adderall trip you’ve all been on. I’ve often called myself a god and, specifically, the god of common sense. Common sense is in scarce supply and nobody’s praying to this god anymore. I’ll just wait this out. Being a god, I’ll still be here and, don’t worry, I’ll be waiting to laugh at all the stupid things you’re all doing right now. It’s like that N’Sync poster you had over your bed when you were 10 and you hope nobody remembers it now that you’re 30. Lord Galen remembers and he will never let you live it down.

    Now, if anyone is interested, I’ll talk about my life. It’s good. Coming up on my 18th wedding anniversary. My son is 8 years old and in the 2nd grade. I’m still working at the Adult Store that I got a job at in 2015, only now I’m the Assistant Manager (and still 50,000,000,000 times happier than I was in public education). I’m currently battling a knee injury of unknown origins (just woke up one morning and couldn’t bend my knee, so that sucks). Hopefully the doctors can figure that one out and fix it. My current hobbies include listening to podcasts while playing GTA Online.

    And that’s pretty much it. Maybe I’ll post once next year to give an update too. Or maybe I won’t. I’m the god of common sense and you’ve all abandoned me, so go fuck yourselves.

  • One Year Later – How Bad Was Teaching?

    Today is May 29th. It’s a special day for me as I reflect back on the past year of my life. You see, one year ago today was the effective date of my resignation from the school I had worked at for more than 7 years. It was neccesary for me to leave, but it was painful. Like getting your teeth pulled: You know you need to do it, but it sucks anyway.

    For days, my emotions had been raw. Thinking about all those kids I taught who I would now never get to see grow older and leave elementary school. Birthdays and Christmases that I would miss. I was leaving this place that I’d worked so hard for and all those children I’d loved so much.

    It’s one year later and I’m taking stock of how I feel about that decision now. Instead of influencing young minds and spending my days imparting knowledge unto the next generation, I spend my work days ringing up customers and making sure their vibrators work. For nearly a year now, I’ve worked in an “Adult Store” selling sex toys, lube, porn, male enhancement pills, bongs “water pipes,” and various other fun things. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that I am now holding down an inferior job to the one I left. First of all, it’s fucking retail, ugh. Second, “dude, you sell fucking dildos for a living, what the fuck….”

    So, after a year, let’s ask: Do you miss it, Galen?

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  • Update on my Life

    It’s been quite a while since I’ve talked about anything going on in my life. Snipers who regularly chat with me (those who do online gaming with me) will know about all this shit, but most of you will have no idea. Why am I bothering to update you? Who the fuck cares? Well, it’s a blog, so that’s kinda the shit you’re supposed to do, isn’t it? Fuck, even it it’s not, that’s what the fuck I’m about to be using this shit for, so here goes!

    The first major thing to change in my life is sitting right beside me as I type this, because he likes letters and words and shit like that. I’m talking about my very smart and awesome son, Eli. Oh yes, I’m a daddy now! Eli came to us about a year and a half ago from unfortunate circumstances. His mother, knowing she wasn’t the greatest mother in the world, willingly gave him up when Child Services became involved in their lives. When he first came to us, he was quite the little monster. He’d never been told “no” in his life and, as such, had no concept of how to deal with not getting his way on everything. His bio-mom would just give him whatever he wanted so that he wouldn’t throw a tantrum and, oh holy shit, could that kid ever throw a tantrum! The very first night he stayed with us, he laid in his bed and screamed for over 45 minutes. I mean, fucking screamed, because he didn’t want to go to bed. The first time we took him into a public place (Wal-Mart), he started having a throw-down over some toy cars that he saw. We went through lots of fun times like that before finally getting through to the kid that screaming and throwing tantrums wasn’t going to get him anything.
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