kool-aid man

The Kool-Aid Drinker coat of arms

I adopted the name Kool-Aid Man after I voted for Obama in 2008 and my boss called me a “kool-aid drinker.”

Kool-Aid man

If this man pees, I’ll be there to drink it. I’m too stupid to do anything else.

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The following section added June 20, 2011.

The reason this page exists is simple. The day after Obama won the presidential election in 2008, I reported to work and my boss at the time called me a “kool-aid drinker.”

My boss the “Christian.” My boss who lies in his business and on his website to make a buck. My boss who treats his employees like shit. (He’s the one who inspired me to write How To Destroy Your Employees.) He’s a control freak and has a business of questionable legitimacy that I personally consider highly unethical. But that’s just me.

So, as you might imagine, his opinion doesn’t mean that much to me.

Apparently he feels that when he votes it is based on things like sugar and spice and all things nice. It’s an enlightened decision based on intelligence, religious beliefs, and impeccable ethics and morality. (Yes, that’s how he sees himself.)

Apparently he feels that when I vote it is based on nothing more than drinking the kool-aid. In case you didn’t know, that’s a reference to Jim Jones, pictured above left, who led (followed?) his followers into the afterlife by drinking grape flavored Flavor-Aid laced with cyanide. That’s it. In his view I guess I was simply too stupid to weigh factors, positions and other things and make up my own mind.

I was just a blind follower doing what he was told. I find it more than a little ironic that opinion came from a guy who controlled the fuck shit out of everyone and every situation the best he possibly could. (He has a master’s degree in psychology. Let me tell you – working for someone like that is a fucking nightmare.)

Other voters do things like watch the presidential debates. They compare a candidate’s platform with their own beliefs. They weigh factors like experience, believability, and their estimations if the candidate can get the job done.

Me? I just drink whatever is shoved in front of my face. Me dumb. Me stupid. Hey, me thirsty!

Did I think Obama was an awesome candidate? No. Did I believe that Obama walked on water? No. Did I think McCain was a bad candidate? No. In fact, I think there is much to like and admire about McCain like being a prisoner of war, what he did on that aircraft carrier, and I think he’s right about a lot of issues, too. At times, I think he makes a lot of damn sense. But, in the end, Obama’s platform was closer to representing my beliefs. Was it a perfect fit? No. Would my boss believe I was capable of reasoning any of this? No.

The other day this same asshole, my former boss, showed up out of the blue and asked to be my “friend” on Facebook. Are you kidding me? Kool-Aid Man says, “You can choke on that request. If there is a God, I’ll see you in Hell!”

24 responses

  1. I like Kool-Aid too! 🙂


  2. Counter Culture Clown | Reply

    Little known fact: The Kool-Aid man has a HUGE penis.





  3. should have been called the flavor-aid man. just saying. 🙂


    1. Huh, what? 🙂

      It doesn’t take much to go over my head! 🙂


      1. *light bulb*

        Got it! Wikipedia to the rescue!

        Wikipedia: Jim Jones
        “… drinking cyanide-laced grape flavored Flavor Aid (often misidentified as Kool-Aid) along with a sedative.”

        Of course, my boss called me a Kool-Aid drinker. I didn’t come up with that appellation for myself. Therefore the inaccuracy lies solely with him, although I’m sure he got it from FOX News or some such. 🙂


  4. seems there were a lot of flavor-aid drinkers in ’08. thank god i hate grape flavored anything.


    1. Earl Grey for me, thanks!


  5. I hoped you watched the Washington Press Correspondents Dinner and not just the excerpts about that fox that lives on Donald Trump’s head. I loved it when Seth Meyers described the media outlets. When it came to MSN, he said Obama pours the Kool-aid and they drink it. That said, I watch MSN.


    1. Hi Jan! Which one are you talking about? Can you link it?

      And thanks for the reminder. It’s about time I do some work on this page. I should probably update the content while Obama is still in office! 🙂


  6. The Mister bought me an Obama tee-shirt when in Washington back in 2008. I proudly wear it when I’m around my Republican friends (yes, I have a few) and they don’t say a word. It also stops them from staring at my chest. 🙂


    1. Right on! I have the same problem. (And the same solution.)


    2. LOL now that is hysterical.. Going to use that technique of wearing O tshirt on my chest too! Good one Blogdramedy


  7. i wish people would STOP feckin drinkin the kool aid… dang….not many humans thinking for themselves these days!


    1. The Kool Aid is vegan. At least I think it is! 🙂

      But I don’t do sugar, either, and you can’t drink that shit straight.


  8. princessvonvoodoo | Reply

    We just called it drank. You could either have red drank or purple drank.


  9. I just did a post about drinking the “Kool-Aid”. Good to know we are in the same boat. A boat which consists of fuck-tard bosses. Keep your chip up!


  10. “Me? I just drink whatever is shoved in front of my place. Me dumb. Me stupid. Hey, me thirsty!”
    and I lolled.


    1. Hey! Thanks for discovering a typo that’s been there for 42.42 years!! Damn! I needs me some koolaids!


      1. Ha…uhm, typo?


      2. Yeah. It was place vs. face. Your comment documents it for all time. Future historians will be proud of you for generations to come. They’ll also suspect that you were sick and weird.


      3. My, they might just be right with their assessment. Those scientists oO


  11. I am firing my boss soon. Tired of the corp bs. while they take it all for themselves.
    As for your stupid boss.. let him choke on his “friend” on fb. or his big d!ck if that was indeed true. LOL


    1. Yeah for you! Such a grand and glorious feeling to fire your boss!

      Before termination day it’s all, “No, no, no. I won’t respond to your feelings in the smallest way, shape or form.”

      After you’ve informed them of your decision it’s all, “Hey! Why oh why are you doing this?”

      Too late!

      BTW, I say “informing them of your decision” because for once in your underling career you don’t have to ask permission. This is your choice and your decision. The boss gets no say. “I am quitting. This will be my last day. I’m informing you of how it will be.” This is not a request. It’s not open for debate. Period. End of story.

      Woots for you!

      So Long, And Thanks For All The Pish


  12. Ugh. I worked for one of those types for years. He had the nerve to tell me that I couldn’t go to Heaven because I didn’t go to HIS church. I told him I didn’t want to go to Heaven because he’d be the only person there. Between you and me, I’d rather party in Hell with Hendrix.


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