Sick of just about everything

Oh hi...didn't see you there. What's this image you ask? Oh its just the logo for the criminal bank I do business with...er, USED to do business with.
I was a customer with these fascist cock suckers since 2007, I always suspected they had been screwing me around...but now they make no bones about it. JP Morgan loves to fuck  customers in the ass with double fees every eight hours, and drive there customers into poverty. Don't believe me? Go do business with them, I don't have to prove shit to you.  All there employees are given information that is contradictory to either there website policy, or each other. The tellers and the managers give different information out, confusing the customer...but they don't see you as a customer,  your not a customer to them; merely a walking meat sack that bleeds money when they want to add a starbucks in the lobby, or send CEO's on Walt Disney cruises.
These fuck heads love adding phantom fee's and fines, and they will fine you more then once in a day. Will they tell you about those fines? NOPE...they wait until you are negative by about 100 to 200 dollars...then they slap you with the fucking bill and pretend its your fault.
Well in this case...it is my fault...I was stupid enough to fall for your bullshit and trusting enough to give you money. No more...as of today I no longer do business with this pile of shit bank, and JP Morgan has stolen the last dollar from me they will get.
I was so angry today, and I thought "why am I angry? Why are you doing business here? If this place is so fucking disgraceful, why stay?"
So I left...I will never do business with JP Morgan again, and I will tell others to avoid it like an elephant on LSD meltdown.
Also JP, you might want to consider hiring staff that can use proper English on the phone. Most of your phone operator's are so ghetto, all I herd was slurring and babble when I called.
I am sure you don't really give a shit about this blog though, you'll gander at this, put your feet back on the nude Malaysian slave boy you keep in your office to polish your stingray shoes, then roll up a 100 dollar bill and smoke the tobacco strained in the tears of children.
Good luck in the future assholes.