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Life is full of little irritations. This evening, James and I went to Walmart to pick up a few items. I swear to you, it must have been the weekly Obliviot outting. (Obliviot! Hooray for Mike Straka!)
I'm going to do a cut here and warn you ahead of time. What started out as a general gripe about the dumbasses at Walmart degraded into a rather bitter and political rant. Read at your own risk.
In one aisle, we had the mother that was too busy looking for a magazine to notice that her older daughter (about 10 years) thought it was great fun to push the cart really fast, then stop short, so that her toddler sister (who was standing in the basket) would crash head first into the metal. Somehow Mom missed the ear splitting shrieks of "Don't!" the two year old was belting out. Perhaps, Mom, you might pay a little more attention before your stupid older kid kills the loud younger one.
Then we got in line for the express check outs. There were two registers, but only one line. Most people were able to figure out that the line was for both registers, but not the moronic teen girl and her brother that marched right up to the second register, bypassing the line entirely. When told by the cashier that they had cut in line, these future pillars of society proudly proclaimed, "I don't care about them!" At that, the cashier checked them out quickly before the rest of the shoppers attacked the rude little fuckwads.
When it was finally our turn to pay for our selections, two girls in their late teens charged up to demand the cashier get them the packs of cigarettes that they desperately needed. Um, hello, I am the shopper in line ahead of you. Please wait for me to finish, as I was kind enough to do for those in front of me. It was a mark of how aggravated I was that my thoughts ran along the lines of, "Thank you for bringing lung cancer on yourselves, girls. You are saving me the trouble of hurting you."
This is what is happening to our society. No one wants any restrictions put on their behavior. No one wants to teach their children the proper way to behave and treat others. Everyone wants to blame someone else for their problems, it's never their own fault. Don't recognize the achievers, you might make the underachievers feel bad. Don't tell Johnny that the sun does not revolve around him, you'll hurt his self esteem. Don't expect anyone to do for themselves! The government should care for us all! Anyone who disagrees must be a racist, or a homophobe, or the greatest evil of all time: A WHITE, SOUTHERN, CONSERVATIVE, CHRISTIAN! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
Pardon me, but I say FUCK THAT SHIT. There ARE appropriate ways to behave (and inappropriate ways!). People ARE responsible for their own success or failure. There are such things as RIGHT and WRONG! This ME-ME-ME, don't-tell-me-there-are-rules-I-should-live-by crap is not helping anyone, it's just dragging society down.
Wow. Really, I just intended to bitch about the folks at Walmart.
I'm going to do a cut here and warn you ahead of time. What started out as a general gripe about the dumbasses at Walmart degraded into a rather bitter and political rant. Read at your own risk.
In one aisle, we had the mother that was too busy looking for a magazine to notice that her older daughter (about 10 years) thought it was great fun to push the cart really fast, then stop short, so that her toddler sister (who was standing in the basket) would crash head first into the metal. Somehow Mom missed the ear splitting shrieks of "Don't!" the two year old was belting out. Perhaps, Mom, you might pay a little more attention before your stupid older kid kills the loud younger one.
Then we got in line for the express check outs. There were two registers, but only one line. Most people were able to figure out that the line was for both registers, but not the moronic teen girl and her brother that marched right up to the second register, bypassing the line entirely. When told by the cashier that they had cut in line, these future pillars of society proudly proclaimed, "I don't care about them!" At that, the cashier checked them out quickly before the rest of the shoppers attacked the rude little fuckwads.
When it was finally our turn to pay for our selections, two girls in their late teens charged up to demand the cashier get them the packs of cigarettes that they desperately needed. Um, hello, I am the shopper in line ahead of you. Please wait for me to finish, as I was kind enough to do for those in front of me. It was a mark of how aggravated I was that my thoughts ran along the lines of, "Thank you for bringing lung cancer on yourselves, girls. You are saving me the trouble of hurting you."
This is what is happening to our society. No one wants any restrictions put on their behavior. No one wants to teach their children the proper way to behave and treat others. Everyone wants to blame someone else for their problems, it's never their own fault. Don't recognize the achievers, you might make the underachievers feel bad. Don't tell Johnny that the sun does not revolve around him, you'll hurt his self esteem. Don't expect anyone to do for themselves! The government should care for us all! Anyone who disagrees must be a racist, or a homophobe, or the greatest evil of all time: A WHITE, SOUTHERN, CONSERVATIVE, CHRISTIAN! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
Pardon me, but I say FUCK THAT SHIT. There ARE appropriate ways to behave (and inappropriate ways!). People ARE responsible for their own success or failure. There are such things as RIGHT and WRONG! This ME-ME-ME, don't-tell-me-there-are-rules-I-should-live-by crap is not helping anyone, it's just dragging society down.
Wow. Really, I just intended to bitch about the folks at Walmart.
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And again, with I hate people.
I hate Walmart, detest it. I refuse to go anytime other than Sunday morning when the fuckwad quota seems to be down because they are either in church or sleeping off da club from the previous night.
Seriously, if you can go Sunday mornings fairly early - few people there, no lines and no having to swim through the teaming crowds. You couldn't *pay* me to go on a regular day, Saturday or a holiday. Oh hell no.
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