Idiot Clause

I feel, as a red blooded American, that the right of free speech should not extend to people who are fucking retards. There are people who exercise of free speech does us intellectual harm. They do contribute anything, they simply maul spoken languge. There are times when people say "I can say whatever I want to..." and I want to choke the life out of them, screaming "Not if I can help it!". There should be a fucking retard clause. I do mean "fucking retards" as a technical term.

Fucking Retard: see, retard. noun, 1.) A person whose intelligence is comprable to human fecal matter. 2) A person who is so stupid, exposure to their drivel actually threatens to lowers one's IQ.

I feel that I have the right to remove useless matter from out gene pool. It is, perhaps, the only urge I have to help mankind as a whole, and I only care because it would make ME happier since I am surrounded by said retards. I work with "fucking retards". My job, for the time being, is a menial wannabe McJob, hardly even suitable to pay my bills. Said job is a clerk a Pet Supermarket. Protagonist is a store clerk.

Today at Pet Supermarket, I worked with a child named Ben. Ben is 17 and has worked at store #143 longer than I have. He was hired under the old management a few years ago, and I under the new a few months ago. He believes in his heart that HE knows more about this McJob than I do. Ben is mostly correct. And by mostly I mean not really. See, Ben is a "fucking retard". Ben is a useless waste of company money, as are most of my fellow coworkers at store #143. He wants to be what we call "3rd key" or an Assistant General Manager in training. For one thing, you need to have graduated high school for this. Ben has not. Two, you need to actually work. Ben does not. Three, you need to know what the fuck you are doing. Ben does not. Finally, that job is MINE. Ben does not seem to understand this. Then again, Ben is a fucking retard.

It's an easy concept to grasp. I can actually work, have graduated high school and have an IQ greater than that of the animals we sell. Ben is not happy with this. Ben can suck my proverbial cock.

Tonight, while closing store #143, Ben commented to the Assistant manager that he had done more work in the store than anyone else. On top of it being a lie, he had the gaul to say this in front of me. We have a closing list at night. Things that need to be done by each person working. Ben had two things to do, clean and front (restock) the dog food and take out the trash. I had about 7. Clean the animal cages, front the first 3 asiles of the store, the back leash wall, the toy wall, the treat section and mop/sweep the front of the store. On top of that, I had to ring up customers. Logically, hearing Ben say he did more work resulted in my going to the dog food section and fucking it up.

I do not take orders from a fucking retard child. People like Ben need to be exterminated, if only for my personal amusement. Ben likes to tell people what to do, as though being here longer made him some kind of authority figure.
"[Protagonist]!" he yells to me as I am busy cleaning the shelf of dog toys. I did not answer. "Ring this guy up!"
I look up and see Ben, standing alone behind the counter, asking me to ring someone up.
"Can't you do it?" I ask, arms full of rubber frogs which need to find a home somewhere in Toyland.
No answer. Ben is looking at me with an annoyed expression. Finally, seeing Ben is NOT going to help this poor customer, I let the frogs drop and scatter across the floor like the plauge in the Bible and run up to the register.
"Don't you know how to use the register?" I ask him, muttering darkly.
He, as anticipated, walks away.

I am going to key his car.