Greetings, Rowdyruff Boys x Powerpuff Girls shippers, it is your old pal Antoni here with another manifesto. Here is something I am sure a lot of you already know. When you get older, you gain more perspective of the world around, become a lot more critical in your thinking, and broaden your horizons, thus becoming a more conscientious, open-minded, tolerant, and wiser person. It does not matter how big or small the changes are but they are there and they are inevitable. Such as the case with my experience being a loyal fan of The Rowdyruff Boys and The Powerpuff Girls. This is going to be one of my most controversial entries to date because I am fully aware that some if not a lot of my friends, DA watchers, and fellow artists happen to be Boomubbles, Blossick, and Butchercup shippers. Moreover, if I were to re-title this entry it would be “Why I Cannot Stand the Color Code RuffPuff Couples Notwithstanding Boomubbles as The Sole Exception”. I think you all know where I am going with this, even if I run the risk of sounding hypocritical or contradictory. This is because I used to be a color code RuffPuff couple shipper when I was in my tweens and teens. Nowadays, in my late twenties, I cannot even look at the color code couples the same way, which I am going to list my reasons as to why I particularly cannot stand Blossick and Butchercup as couples yet tolerate if not love and defend Boomubbles as the only color code couple that I deem as the best one. Before the roasting begins, I would love to have a few words about Boomer x Bubbles aka Boomubbles aka The Blues. Boomubbles aka Boomer x Bubbles aka The Blues: The Only Color Code RuffPuff Couple I Can Ever Enjoy and Love But Still Have My Reservations Perhaps my own personal history with Boomubbles has been nothing more than positive considering how well this holds up with Professor Utonium x Miss Keane and Mike Believe x Robin Snyder as the OTPs I have been shipping ever since I was a young teenager who got himself acquainted with DeviantArt as a mere visitor. To this day, I am still proud to call myself a ProfKeane, Boomubbles, and Robike shipper because of how sweet and lovely these pairings are. Going to Boomubbles, it is a popular headcanon that The Blues are the pacifists, the nicest ones, the most innocent ones, and, of course, the anime and manga fans of the two groups of siblings, seeing that Boomer is more a shonen anime type of fan while Bubbles leans towards shoujo anime and manga. As someone who continues to ship Boomubbles to this day, especially considering how Bubbles called Boomer cute in the episode “The Boys are Back in Town”, I can attest that there are a lot of things to enjoy about Boomer and Bubbles as a couple. I can still take comfort that their relationship will not be volatile or troublesome and that they will always find a way to look beyond the surface and see a truly loving, kind, and generous soul. Boomer’s super strength, rapid speed, and massive athleticism can come in handy when it comes to protecting Bubbles from all harm, all while being kind and chivalrous. While Bubbles’ brand of mercy, kindness, and empathy would be the sole reasons for Boomer to say that she is his only reason for living. When all is said and done, I can never dislike Boomubbles in the slightest. On the one hand, Boomubbles is the best color code couple in terms of how much positivity is present between the Blues. On the other hand, I cannot help but see some diabetic dullness with Boomubbles because even though they can be lovey-dovey with each other and there is a sense of loyalty and unconditional love, it all feels superficial and kind of shallow. In another time, I would have kept Boomubbles solely as a first crush basis and called it a day because when one cuts to the bone, that is just it. Boomubbles is puppy love but not genuinely pure love. Regardless, I can still love Boomubbles for what it is and I am pretty grateful for keeping them together in my Team Xtreme headcanon. What makes this better is that I also made them polyamorous and eventually polygamous, which means that it is not just Boomubbles that is here to stay as my OTP but also Blossutch, Blossoomer, and Butchubbles because of how much I love all of them. The only RuffPuff couple that has been staying monogamous is none other than my beloved Brickercup but I have been gushing on my most beloved RuffPuff couples ad nauseam. Now, let us get on with the constructive roasting for this particular set of overrated, overloved, over-abundant couples. The Color Code Couples Are Bland, Uninteresting, and Dull as Pairings. Yes, people, I have officially said it. As much as I love Boomubbles yet loathe Blossick and Butchercup, I can attest that the color code couples seem to have nothing fresh, new, flavorful or invigorating to put on the table because of how similar the Ruffs and the Puffs personalities and attires are. Boomer and Bubbles are the nice ones. Butch and Buttercup are the tough ones. Brick and Blossom are the leaders. That is all. It could be argued that Brick and Blossom have the most differences because of how their personalities are the opposite to each other with Brick being fire and Blossom being ice and with him being crass, roguish, tough, rough, and large-and-in-charge and with her being intelligent, well-versed, elegant, articulate, and poised. While I can buy those reasons and while I can understand why Blossick is so popular, I still cannot overlook how boring and overrated this “couple” is to the point where I would rather keep Brick and Blossom as good friends. As for Butchercup, let us just say that…
Rant
Oh boy! This is the first movie that has made me have the case of nerd rage and has made me scream a bit. Moreover, when looking back at this review, I realized just how boring and forgettable this excuse of an animated film became over the years.
I’ve grown insurmountably fed up with people not being thankful for even the smallest of things, some of my “former high school batchmates” thinking I’m the bad guy just because I fought back through a rant and blocked a bully, more appropriately she-devil, who harassed me emotionally and was never sorry even though it was years ago, me being a pushover because I am not going to allow it that anyone walks over me, having shallow relationships with others when I should be having deep and meaningful ones, that bully’s older sister who is a complete and utter dumbass for calling me nothing more than some petty kid, as if she herself is a good role model, she is truly pathetic, anyone who is a spoiled and self-entitled brat, and of course, bigotry, homophobia, fearmongering, close-mindedness and hatemongering, which are taken up to obnoxious extremes. Oh, and to that bully’s older sister I have this to say. Yeah, I know your younger sister has an amazing job she’s doing well at but that does not excuse the fact that her attitude towards me was absolute crap. I should know because I was one of her former batchmates. If she were truly smart, she would apologize for all the mean things she said. But no, it’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I still cannot believe how utterly ignorant and rude you are. You live in your own little world where you two can be so rude to each other that it becomes your form of sisterly love and you think you could pass it on to others like that. I’m not mad at her because of it. I’m mad at her because, despite every kind deed I did as her former batchmate, she still treated me like crap. On top of that, I cannot believe you would let her get away with stuff like calling me a fail for the most arbitrary of reasons. And even if I screwed up, she showed no compassion. So, to my former bully and her older sister, put that in your pipes and smoke it, screw yourselves over to the moon, and don’t come back! I’m okay with you calling me a petty kid but you! You two are always gonna be a couple of jerks and douchenozzles! Oh yeah, and to the jerkwad back in high school who said I asked one of my former male high school batchmates to prom and spread it around and it convinced me and everyone else it was true, I have this to say. Go screw yourself to the moon and back. Yeah, I am gay. I love men. As an actor, voice actor, singer, and reviewer, there are so many people in the performing arts industry, who are LGBTQ. So, to anyone who found my sexuality gross whether back then and now, then you go to Hell! That’s where you belong. If you want me to be a bit nicer, then get your sorry ass re-educated! Even more, to this who called me SPED behind my back, I highly recommend you re-evaluate your choice of words and think before you act. At least through this, I can have the confidence to say that I have let go of people, who come off as obnoxious, ignorant, uncultured, disgusting, and vexatious! Thank the Lord they are gone from my life. If ever one person would have the gall to be straight up rude to me, I will say this, bugger off! I will wrap my little rant before New Year’s up with this. I am a classy, well-rounded, shabby chic gay man, with a rebellious punk-goth heart, a strangely surreal artistic mind that it’s into anime like Cowboy Bebop, Dragon Ball Z, and Yu Yu Hakusho, cartoons like Regular Show, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, and Space Ghost Coast to Coast, video games like Soul Calibur, Tekken, Street Fighter, and Crash Bandicoot, operas from Bel Canto to Verismo to Modern, ballet, musicals, theater, and film, and with enough articulacy to stand on his own two feet, not take any crap from anyone, and just be myself.
When I look back at the rant I wrote about my former high school bully, who in my fury gave her the nickname Crapsack after I blocked her, I felt a couple of things. On one hand, it was cathartic because I never got an apology from her for everything she did and said to me like calling me a fail at life and just being condescending, cruel, and rude. On the other hand, it did feel rather harsh of me, but you know how it is, what goes around comes around and an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. That rant apparently caught the attention of her older sister, who proceeded to say that my bully never did anything wrong to me and just called me a petty kid. It sort of made me realize that my former high school bully does get away with a lot of things because she thought she was smart and all that and she and her older sister are so accustomed to being rude and condescending towards each other as their form of sisterly love. The other part of me was hurting because we were batchmates, I wanted to see the best in her, I tried to treat her like a good friend, and she still had every right to emotionally harass me even after the retreat and Dux Lucis. Going back to her older sister, it made acknowledge how much of an ignorant, stupid, rude, and obnoxious person she is and on top of that, she was a crummy role model to her younger sister. Sure they may have jobs, but does that entitle especially my former bully to think what she did and said to me was okay? No. Did her older sister think that I would easily forget about it even if it were after so many years without even getting an apology from her? No. On top of that, through a really good friend of mine, I kind of realized that my former high school bully was not just mean and unemphatic to me but to a lot of other people when she was a lot younger and even had a rather toxic relationship with her older sister to the point where they are so rude to each other and from what I can interpret, it’s like their parents do not even have a clue on how to discipline them and be great role models. And comparing her to the other former bullies I had, she really gets the short end of the stick when it comes to truly growing up, whereas some of the other ones have actually turned out for the better and saw the crap they did and made their own lives greatly. Just by realizing what my former high school bully was through her older sister and to an extent her family made me realize how grateful I should be to have had parents who ensured that we, my younger brother, my younger sister, and I, stayed kind, patient, polite, and with good decorum. If I were to be a teacher, then this is something that I have to acknowledge. It’s so easy for kids and teenagers to bully, harass, and put certain people down and think they can get away with it, which is why I am not a fan of bullies, nor anyone who puts on a thinly-veiled mask after hurting certain people. Sometimes the words one says to a person can last for a long time and usually the one afflicted will end up coming back with something even more painful. All in all, I am very happy I got myself away from her and her older sister, because like I said, I never want to be as fake and nasty as those two. I don’t need them to be in my life anymore as they belong in the distant past. I have a lot of other people in my life I need and want to connect with given my YouTube and performing arts careers and especially my future career of being an English teacher. There are so many things I need to do with my life and more than anything, I always have to love and respect myself, if I want to live a life full of good contacts, meaningful relationships, and an overall fruitfulness to ensure things go spectacularly.
Long-winded rant ahead! I didn’t know why this took me so long, but I blocked someone. This was not done out of some petty reason, however, this piece of crap of a person really annoyed and tortured me on a psychological level. I’m sure you already know who it is. That’s right. The same condescending harlot who called me a fail for the most arbitrary of reasons, who was so nice to everyone else but really mean to me, who pushed me away even if I tried to be good friends with her, and finally the very person who whispered to the spoiled brat about me not bringing lechon, acted like such a person in retreat and after all of that gave me a mean look even if I apologized for everything I have done. For the sake of this rant, I am not going to use her real name, which the initials are KEMB. Instead, she is therefore christened as, Crapsack Bitchtits Brand. The first time I met Crapsack, was when she was a new student at my old high school and from there, her initial impressions started to really show its ugly colors. Every time I greeted her, she would never, ever greet me back. Seriously, I have never met anyone this rude in my life! Yeah, it was also pretty dumb of me back then to ask what her nationality was, and she was like why? Even when I was picking up her TWE work which dropped on the floor, she asked me why I took it. Uh….Hasn’t she heard the term, “Thank you very much!”? I don’t think she has! Especially after school when I wanted to start a conversation with her, she just didn’t say anything at all. Crapsack loved seeing me at my most miserable, especially in one rehearsal for Level 10 Sabayang Pagbigkas, which is basically this strong choral performance done in Filipino schools. Now, I was already going through Strike 1, when I had to pay a late fee of 100 Philippine Pesos, which is about 1 Euro and 79 Cents and in the States, it would be about 2 Dollars. The next rehearsal, I was so scared of going through Strike 2 that I was calling my colleague frantically, like 10 times, saying that my driver wasn’t there yet. Until he came and I was completely under pressure because I didn’t have any cash with me either! Then when I arrived Crapsack accused me of calling my colleague an asshole when in fact I was just under severe pressure because I was almost about to pay a freaking late fee. That just shows you how little empathy this shithead witch bitch really had. The following day Crapsack even said to me, “Ewww…”, for what? That’s not all that she did. She was disapproving of what talent I had to offer for singing at the OPM contest, she joined a good number of my colleagues in mocking my weaknesses and to top it all off, when the spoiled brat pretended to snub, Crapsack laughed at my expense. And this was the night before, the violin recital where I had to sing, Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring, and I was only a sixteen-year-old. Thanks to those whores, my performance of Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring was and is a freaking low point of my budding career as a singer because I was still so caught up in the spoiled brat’s guilt tripping nature and Crapsack’s sadism. You two try going up there, and singing something as high art and melodious as this! Go on, I would love to see you try, because you’re just gonna sound like a couple of harpies! I thought she would be slightly nicer when I won that Charles Darwin award when I got an average of 90% and for a moment she seemed okay for now. It still didn’t excuse her for the crap she did to me. Let’s skip to Level 11 where she was not as bitchy as she was when I first met her. However, she did show her bitchery when one of my male colleagues shouted me and she cheered him on. This was not the only time she did something like this. The spoiled brat who wanted lechon for retreat also screamed obnoxiously at me for “hating our class”, and Crapsack cheered her on. Now for those who know me, I always do my best to memorize my pieces in violin ahead of time. There was one time when I played that piece note for note and all memorized and I thought I did well. That was until Crapsack said to me that I make people feel bad about themselves when I memorize a violin piece much earlier and I showed it. Seriously, is there any reason why KMB aka Crapsack is such a mega witch bitch?!!! Now we go to the senior year of my high school. This was her at her nastiest, at least in my opinion. Aside from the aforementioned pieces of crap, she did to me, she was just as condescending as ever. I was concerned why her voice sounded quite raspy and Crapsack proceeded to tell me, “It’s called a cough!”, as if though I were stupid! Oh, that’s not all! During one of our final Sabayang Pagbigkas practices, the spoiled brat asked me if I regretted not being with the batch of some of my better friends and Crapsack was like an evil echo! On top of that, while Crapsack was arranging a table, I wanted to help her, but she said no. I persisted and like the bitch, she was, she yelled at me! The final blow was about a month before graduation, where one of my male colleagues was toying around with one of my dear female colleagues’ arts trophy. I told him to stop and Crapsack proceeded to say, “Yeah, Antoni!” This bitch had no idea how much I hate being yelled at from…
With all of this talk of United Airlines, it’s time for me to say my piece. Don’t take this as an invitation to a pity party, because this still grinds my gears to this very day! My experience with United Airlines was extremely crappy. Three years ago during Christmas Break 2013, I flew with this poor excuse of an airline to Minneapolis, South Carolina, and Florida all in the span of December 20, 2013, up until January 7, 2014. The first strike was when my baggage was delayed in arriving. The gentleman at the front desk told me it will come over tomorrow morning. Yet, it did not! It came on Christmas Eve and Lord knows how pissed off I was. I had to buy, along with some family friends, more clothes, toiletries and an extra MacBook Air charger. This never happened to me and the fact that it did was just mortifying! The second strike was all of the flight delays and cancellations, which caused a lot of inconveniences to some of my other family friends in South Carolina and Florida, especially the former. They were waiting for me for a long time, as I asked them to pick me up from the airport and I practically had to wait at my departure airport for quite some time. Then came the time I was supposed to come back from Florida to Berlin and when I found out that the flight was canceled due to technical difficulties, I had to stay at a hotel near the airport. All the while, the lady at the front desk was complaining that she wants to retire. Only that the day after that, she showed up at the desk once again. When I was trying to get to my connecting flight from Washington Dulles back to Berlin, no one aided me to which gate I had to go. That’s right. I had to stay in another hotel in Washington-Dulles. The third and final strike was the fact that United Airlines never gave me any reimbursement after what happened to my freaking baggage. You know what they did? They decided to charge all the receipts I sent to them from Berlin to AmWay. My mom, I don’t know why she did not tell this to me immediately, told me about the whole AmWay thing in Verona, of all places. She even told me, “Come on! Grow up!” as if she were blaming me for all of this shit! Seriously, United Airlines, I hope you’re happy with what you assholes have done to me and my own mother. You should give yourselves a medal of shame! That should be your ultimate prize! Yes, there’s also the fact that United Airlines’ services are absolute shit, but when I read all of the horror stories, especially the one I read just now about some gentlemen being dragged out of their flights in a brutal fashion, my blood began to boil once more! Hence, my respect for this piece of shit of an airline went out the flipping window. Additionally, I have some final words for United Airlines and I know a lot of despondent customers have said their piece, but I’ll say it anyway, “You better change your greedy, despicable, inhumane, and indifferent attitude or your poor excuse of a company will rot in Hell!” That is all for my rant on the shit airline known as United Airlines! If you have stories you want to share, about your experiences with United Airlines, please feel free to comment. Thank you for reading and have a good day!