Rick’s Overstates their Goodwill Wildly

Don’t worry, it’s an accounting/finance term. I am going to blog a financial analysis of Rick’s Cabaret, about the only stripclub-focused publically traded company left. There’s another, but its volume is nothing and it’s pretty much an obvious shell.

I feel invigorated and hope the journey into Rick’s sketchy financials (just the bits off yahoo and google finance are scary as all getout) will be an amusing and profitable one.

I think I will go into it later, but stating upfront that a significant fraction of your revenue stream is from dancer tipout is not really a good approach. Even mentioning that is immensely questionable, particularly in light of the ridiculous goodwill assessment. Even a behemoth of goodwill, CocaCola is not so absurd in its ‘goodwill’ crediting.

But these are bagatelles for now and I don’t want to jump guns, so I will pause for now.

I haven’t got the spoons to deal with blogging.

I can’t write anymore because I’m just too full of rage and frustration. As soon as I start, I am stymied into stasis by more adventures of Stupid Whiteness. Whether it’s some white chick talking about how she is more considerate of pwecious mother gaia because she has ten cats instead of any human children, or some whiny white person who is upset they got called out for writing stereotypes instead of 3-d POC characters, or whatthefrickever.

I could fill thousands of words with examples of white stupidity in all its grasping incoherent uselessness. And yet they claim themselves so superior. But of course.

I tried vainly to write about overpopulation and how that entire discussion engenders sexism and racism, but I just got too angry to finish. I was literally sputtering with rage at some of the key elements of this myth in attempting to respond to them in writing.

I don’t know where to go, or what to do. My words could potentially upset some damn white lady somewhere, and we can’t freaking have that!

I just haven’t got the spoons to handle their grasping horribleness. Some others do, and wow do I admire them. But I just don’t. I can barely proclaim my love of Christ without getting battened down for that as well by white Christians who feel bad because -isms are sins and that makes them ‘feel weird’.

Yes white people are often gross and horrible and creepy and, well, spiritually unclean. And normally I would not be so blunt on my blog, which was intended to be both more focused and more dispassionate, but I hurt and here I am showing the bruises in public, hoping someone will see them and understand that I never brought this pain on myself through my actions, but only through my misfortunate existence.

I look at all these places on the web where white people scream for sympathy and handholding and so many other things as they crush souls like anthills under a kid’s feet. You knew they were there, don’t lie and say otherwise, and especially don’t say the ants should be happy you stepped on them, since that is technically a form of acknowledgement.

Screw you. At minimum we are persons, people, human, not ants despite my metaphor choice and yes– I think more human than you who can never be honest and true with us.

I don’t have the spoons to spend on white hate, especially not the slick quasi-academic kind that masks itself as fake dispassionate analysis.

So I don’t know when I will blog again, or whether I’ll ever be able to blog regularly. The souleaters are always lurking and I will not stick around to be nipped and torn at if I can avoid it.