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.”

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!”