As I wile away the hours at work when I have nothing substantial to do, I occasionally engage in debates via chat. It's frustrating because even before I have my full thought typed out, my friend (who shall remain nameless, but you know who you are) is already spewing his rebuttal. And he often times veers off course and gets me rather frustrated with the whole thing. So I turn to this venue to say exactly what I want to say without any tedious interruptions. Read it and weep.
There are several reasons why I feel that socialists are just a bunch of whiny babies. First, and foremost, socialism is touted by the poor and unfortunate - you will never hear Bill Gates or Donald Trump (although both are socially retarded douchebags) wax poetic on the virtues of abolishing capitalism. Why? Because they are bloody rich and powerful, and they'd like to keep it that way. If a socialist hit the $50m jackpot tomorrow, do you think he would carry on the fight for complete economic equality? Do you think he would take that fat stack of cash and divvy it up amongst his fellow man? "Here's a nice used Yugo for you, oh, and for you we have an equally shitty 1985 Corolla..." Lord knows I am an ardent optimist, but I hesitate to think that's how it would play out. Poor people are socialists because they are angry that other people have acquired wealth and success. Big whiny babies. It doesn't anger them because they have a belief that it is fundamentally wrong (I will NEVER comprehend what is wrong with achieving your goals and becoming successful, financially or otherwise) - no, it angers them because THEY don't have it. Like any little kid who sees everyone else on the block enjoying their delicious cherry flavored popsicle on a warm summer day, while he is left with nothing but a free hand to scratch his lil balls with, he is JEALOUS. He wants what everyone else has but is too lazy to run upstairs and get his own popsicle, or too wimpy to knock another kid down and steal his. PUSSY! Stop whining and pursue your own dreams. Find out what you're great at (besides endless bitching) and make some money doing it. Surround yourself with the people and things you love and life will be peachy keen. If you can't, of your own accord, be successful and get the things you want, then suck it up. Just because you can't have what you want, you shouldn't feel justified in taking it away from those who can. It's like that whole ban on the honor roll bullshit that's sweeping the nation - wouldn't want your precious snowflake to feel left out because he is an idiot compared to the smart kid in class! No no, don't celebrate someone else's accomplishment, better to hide it so your kid never has to feel the pain of being a MORON. Maybe the little bastard should have studied harder. And, if I may point out, the ONLY parents cheezed about the honor roll are the ones that have kids that aren't on it!
Anyone read Harrison Bergeron and see the chilling correlation?
Moving along to my second point. Christ, I am still so heated on that last one, what the hell was my second point? Oh! I got it now. Are socialists so fucking inept and immersed in their own fantasy world that they would actually DESIRE a more controlling, more all-encompassing central government? Haven't we already skewed ourselves so horribly far from our founding fathers beaten path? Wasn't America initially conceived as a country free from an overbearing central government? It's hard to recall because I was one of the smart kids in the class and often had to sleep while my 8th grade teacher was still reviewing the fundamentals of grammar with 90% of my class. I am pretty sure though that the concept was to have strong local government which would be a voice of the local community.
See, the thing is, you can have socialism to a point. To a very teeny tiny point. For example, if you have a cooperative of like-minded individuals, who want to carry on their lives in a certain fashion, it makes great sense to consolidate and form your own community and governing system. You get to share the benefits of being part of a social community that hold similar values and have the same needs. Wonderful notion on a SMALL scale. Multiply that concept by billions of individuals and you have yourself one hell of a problem. The problem is simply in the numbers. The vast population of people that have absolutely nothing in common with YOU; people that have their own ideas, wants, needs and values. So now you instill a government (and we all know how much everyone agrees with our elected officials on a consistent and faithful basis), that will hold many of the cards, forcing many people to live their lives in such a way that doesn't at all resemble what they would have wanted. Again, I call on the big baby factor. A socialist wants everyone to acquiesce to their way of life, regardless of the fact that it's not what everyone wants! Again, simply because the socialist thinks its best for you.
I am a very young woman, and I am already sick to death of my government and my society choking me with what they believe is best for me. It reminds me of an article I read over the holidays about some enraged parents who were protesting the class Christmas (sorry, holiday) outing. Apparently, each year, the school allowed each class to attend a community play. That year, it was going to be "A Christmas Carol", which many of the children were looking forward to. Some of the parents protested citing that the production was not inclusive of all faiths, and was not specifically about Jesus, so therefore, of no value to the children. The parents of the children who disagreed, and pointed out that many of the kids looked forward to this event all year, were pushed to the side and the outing was canceled. Now, I have to sit here and wonder why in the world the protesting parents didn't simply keep their kids home that day? If you, as an individual, do not want your child to participate in a particular activity, why not leave it at that? It's not as if the play was offensive or inappropriate. Why do you assume you have the right to take it away from those that do? Why would you think it is perfectly ok to obliterate another parents choice? Because you are, at heart, a whiny pussbag socialist who thinks that everyone should do what you want them to do. This illustrates my point that socialism, on a large and diverse scale, cannot work. No matter how much you think you are giving to all, you are eventually taking away from someone. And why is your need or desire more important than someone elses?
Getting back to the overbearing central government. To have a government, who currently can barely manage a city transit system or highway repairs, be in charge of our major utilities, hospitals, all schools, and most likely any business that gets too big, scares the living shit out of me. I can't conceive of having to pony up an even greater portion of my taxes, which are already squandered anyway, to a bunch of fuckfaces that I didn't specifically appoint to a position of authority. Our government is already an arrogant, self-serving hypocritical mass of useless flesh, and they are supposed to run everything that has a direct impact on my life?!? Someone get me a vomit bag. Our government, who is currently engrossed in lively debate over the preachings of a candidates spiritual leader, is going to have the competence to run MORE of our nations businesses? In case no one has noticed, and of course the government would never admit to it, they can't do most of the jobs they have already. Children already investigated by the welfare system are dying due to neglect or malice. Adults who have no real disability are living off my taxes because they are too lazy to work but manage to work the loopholes in the law. Schools are degraded cesspools that are run by administrators who seem to spend more time worrying about a class outing than educating our children. We are trapped in a senseless war that has put our economy into a recession. Our leaders cannot admit when they are wrong and change their course of action for the betterment of our future for fear that their livelihood or reputation will be diminished. And a socialist wants to put MORE responsibility on our government? Forgive me for being dizzy and confused with my inability to comprehend this.
I had more points, but they will have to keep for another time. I am sure that my raving here will only land me in a very long IM session this week, so I should save my energy. I know some would consider this all very pessimistic, but I would disagree. Reality and pessimism are two different things. I am optimistic in my belief that humanity has the capacity to do some amazing things. I believe that the world could be a wonderful place for all to live and thrive. But I also realistically know that with our extremely divergent population, it won't happen any time soon. But when it's all said and done, I still wake up every single day and HOPE for the best.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Why I Know You Can Only Blame Yourself
After writing that last post, I was tempted to go off on a tangent, but I cut it out at the last minute. I was afraid of sharing this, because it's an ugly little piece of my personal history. Maybe to a reader, it is not a big blip on the radar, but it's something that has stuck in my memory like a thorn. Some memories have some really big teeth, but at least this taught me about accepting responsibility. So I share this with the world, and perhaps it will give some of you pause.
I was in the third grade. My brother and I went to the same school, and at recess, I always wanted to be able to play with my cool older brother and his friends. I was nothing but a nuisance to them, so I usually played on the swings and watched hopefully for a signal that I would be welcomed into one of their games. One day, my wish had come true. My brother called me over to play! They were roughhousing with some of the other kids, doing their best middle school Badass, and they wanted me to steal one of the other boys' coat. I can't remember the names of most people I have ever met in my life, but I remember his. Miguel. He was a nice, but slow, kid. He got picked on a lot and I didn't particularly know why. And that day, I sure didn't care because my brother was actually including me! So there we were, running around the schoolyard like crazed chimps, and I had actually gotten the prize - the coat. I ran circles around that kid. He tried like hell to get it back. I remember, it was rather cold outside. I didn't care, the boys were cheering for me and my brother was smiling, and I was the luckiest little sister in the world. They yelled for me to throw the coat over the fence. Well, being the overachiever that I am, I decided to do one better. I saw a huge puddle left by melted snow, so I ran to it and tossed the coat in! Victoriously, I turned around to greet the smiles of my cohorts...imagine my surprise when all I saw were gaping jaws and stares of shock. I was horribly confused. I ran to my brother and said "did I do good??" He yelled "WHY did you do that?!?" But, I don't understand...I couldn't process what had changed. I turned around to see Miguel crying and shivering, picking up his soaking wet coat. I felt like the lowest creature on earth. At that moment, a teacher came up behind me, and told me to follow her to the principals office. I walked the walk of shame and sat with hardly a breath as they called my mother. She had to send my aunt to pick me up, and when I got in the car, the look on her face sent me deeper down my well of self-loathing. She was disappointed with me, and shocked that her formerly sweet and caring niece had done such a cruel thing. I sat in silence the entire way home. I waited for my parents to arrive, wondering what kind of punishment I would get, still seeing in my mind that cold, sad boy standing by the puddle. Many thoughts raced through my mind. Why would my brother make me do such a thing? Why would he want to get me into trouble? Why did he pretend like it would be a funny thing to do and then get mad at me for it?
When my mom and dad got home, they asked me why I did it. I said "because they told me to!" Surely I wouldn't have done so otherwise, and surely I didn't deserve to be punished for something they told me to do. My father looked at me and said "no one makes you do anything, you always have a choice. Even if you don't like the choices, they are still yours to make." My mother pointed out that what I had done humiliated Miguel. Didn't I see that? Well, yes, I saw that, and I felt so bad about it, but I also knew I didn't want to be punished. Especially for something *I* didn't really do. They left me on my own, to think about what I had done, and to figure out what to do to reprimand me.
It was a hard lesson for my young mind to understand. It's not easy to teach small kids right and wrong. Their egocentric brains have a very hard time looking past themselves, seeing that they have a direct impact on those around them. But after some time, it did sink in. I took that boys coat because I wanted to impress my brother and his friends. I did it because their acceptance meant a great deal to me. I did it because I wasn't thinking about what I was doing to Miguel, and how it would affect him. I did it because I chose to do it. I still think about it fairly often, and every time I do, I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wish to god I could apologize to him, even all these years later. I took my punishment and learned one hell of a lesson. What you do, you do on your own, and you will always suffer the consequences.
I am very thankful that I suffered that day, and choked on all of those tears. My life is my own, and the good and bad is within me to make and deal with. I don't want to blame everything and everyone around me, because that would mean that I was left without any choices. I may rave about the unfairness in the world, and the fact that things aren't the way I'd like them to be, but in the same breath, I will admit that if I don't actively do something to change it, I am just another piece of the problem.
Next time you want to blame others for your crappy lot in life, take a moment to ask yourself what you have done to get yourself to this point. What have you done to make it better? How have you made it worse? What choices could you have made? Maybe if we all stopped and spent more time looking inward, we would find the answers we are looking for, and see that the only person to blame is the one in the mirror.
I was in the third grade. My brother and I went to the same school, and at recess, I always wanted to be able to play with my cool older brother and his friends. I was nothing but a nuisance to them, so I usually played on the swings and watched hopefully for a signal that I would be welcomed into one of their games. One day, my wish had come true. My brother called me over to play! They were roughhousing with some of the other kids, doing their best middle school Badass, and they wanted me to steal one of the other boys' coat. I can't remember the names of most people I have ever met in my life, but I remember his. Miguel. He was a nice, but slow, kid. He got picked on a lot and I didn't particularly know why. And that day, I sure didn't care because my brother was actually including me! So there we were, running around the schoolyard like crazed chimps, and I had actually gotten the prize - the coat. I ran circles around that kid. He tried like hell to get it back. I remember, it was rather cold outside. I didn't care, the boys were cheering for me and my brother was smiling, and I was the luckiest little sister in the world. They yelled for me to throw the coat over the fence. Well, being the overachiever that I am, I decided to do one better. I saw a huge puddle left by melted snow, so I ran to it and tossed the coat in! Victoriously, I turned around to greet the smiles of my cohorts...imagine my surprise when all I saw were gaping jaws and stares of shock. I was horribly confused. I ran to my brother and said "did I do good??" He yelled "WHY did you do that?!?" But, I don't understand...I couldn't process what had changed. I turned around to see Miguel crying and shivering, picking up his soaking wet coat. I felt like the lowest creature on earth. At that moment, a teacher came up behind me, and told me to follow her to the principals office. I walked the walk of shame and sat with hardly a breath as they called my mother. She had to send my aunt to pick me up, and when I got in the car, the look on her face sent me deeper down my well of self-loathing. She was disappointed with me, and shocked that her formerly sweet and caring niece had done such a cruel thing. I sat in silence the entire way home. I waited for my parents to arrive, wondering what kind of punishment I would get, still seeing in my mind that cold, sad boy standing by the puddle. Many thoughts raced through my mind. Why would my brother make me do such a thing? Why would he want to get me into trouble? Why did he pretend like it would be a funny thing to do and then get mad at me for it?
When my mom and dad got home, they asked me why I did it. I said "because they told me to!" Surely I wouldn't have done so otherwise, and surely I didn't deserve to be punished for something they told me to do. My father looked at me and said "no one makes you do anything, you always have a choice. Even if you don't like the choices, they are still yours to make." My mother pointed out that what I had done humiliated Miguel. Didn't I see that? Well, yes, I saw that, and I felt so bad about it, but I also knew I didn't want to be punished. Especially for something *I* didn't really do. They left me on my own, to think about what I had done, and to figure out what to do to reprimand me.
It was a hard lesson for my young mind to understand. It's not easy to teach small kids right and wrong. Their egocentric brains have a very hard time looking past themselves, seeing that they have a direct impact on those around them. But after some time, it did sink in. I took that boys coat because I wanted to impress my brother and his friends. I did it because their acceptance meant a great deal to me. I did it because I wasn't thinking about what I was doing to Miguel, and how it would affect him. I did it because I chose to do it. I still think about it fairly often, and every time I do, I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wish to god I could apologize to him, even all these years later. I took my punishment and learned one hell of a lesson. What you do, you do on your own, and you will always suffer the consequences.
I am very thankful that I suffered that day, and choked on all of those tears. My life is my own, and the good and bad is within me to make and deal with. I don't want to blame everything and everyone around me, because that would mean that I was left without any choices. I may rave about the unfairness in the world, and the fact that things aren't the way I'd like them to be, but in the same breath, I will admit that if I don't actively do something to change it, I am just another piece of the problem.
Next time you want to blame others for your crappy lot in life, take a moment to ask yourself what you have done to get yourself to this point. What have you done to make it better? How have you made it worse? What choices could you have made? Maybe if we all stopped and spent more time looking inward, we would find the answers we are looking for, and see that the only person to blame is the one in the mirror.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Can I Sue Some Fat People?
In this day and age of rampant litigiousness, and our ever-increasing need to point fingers and lay blame on anyone and everyone around us, I see no reason whatsoever why I can't sue the overblown population of fatties.
I am a relatively healthy person, with the occasional trip to the doctor for a case of strep and my yearly checkup, I don't cost my insurance company a whole lot of money. I recall the days (and they were not so long ago) when I never incurred more than a $20 copay and no more than $25 for a prescription. Even if tests had to be run, or I needed some bloodwork, I could count on the Blue Cross conglomerate to sift through the bills and get them all paid. And the great thing was that my company paid nearly all of my annual premiums. I had it pretty easy.
Having not had insurance for quite a while, I sure was surprised to find that many medications are no longer covered, most have to be mail ordered within certain timeframes, many tests and labs are not covered, and my copays have shot up. What the hell is going on here? Why is this costing me so much out of pocket in ADDITION to the extra money I have to give up on my paycheck for the freakin premium my company barely pays for anymore? And god help you if you don't have insurance and have to pay on your own or try to get your own coverage. Hope you have an extra $600 a month just waiting to pour out of your ass. Yeah, I know, we are in a (pre) recession, yeah, the economy is in the toilet and all must suffer, but from what the news tells me, I can blame a lot of my medical bill woes on the fat and lazy of America.
Due to the huge increases of many diseases, most of which are caused by obesity, hospitals and insurance companies are charging more than ever to keep up with the cost of maintaining the lives of the hefty population. Well, I for one am livid. If the cost of someone else living on a diet of cheese fries, chocolate cake and soda is going to infringe on my right to reasonably priced and adequately covered health plans, I think I should be able to sue the sweatpants off them. They obviously have no intention on ever getting healthy, or doing anything more laborious than popping whatever magic pill is being touted this month, so why should their lifelong medical bills be my fucking problem? They need to learn that what they do affects others, and in this case, me, and I want some compensation for it.
If we can sue gun companies for making the guns that criminals use to kill innocent people, it doesn't seem like a big stretch that I can round up some of the rotund population in my area and drag their asses to court. Come on skinny healthy people! Rise up with me! The fat people are to blame for your inability to have affordable health care! Don't you want to do something about it??
Those of you who read this that know me, and well, let's be honest, you're the only ones that do...you know I am NOT SERIOUS. I don't want to sue fat people, nor do I hate fat people. My rant here is against the explosion of the blame factor in America. I am sick to death of it. Mark my words, this will be the ultimate downfall of our society. We are getting hogtied by our inability to accept blame and put blame exactly where it belongs. The fear I have is that you can't see an end in sight. Some kid goes out and shoots up a school because he read the wrong book, saw the wrong movie, listened to the wrong song...we put the blame on all of those outside things instead of on the crazy maladjusted kid. Someone's kid gains weight and ends up diabetic because they lived on a diet of McDonald's, so we sue McDonald's rather than reprimand the parent who FED their kid all that shit. A thief breaks into your house and injures himself in the process and sues you for the damages. My god, what the hell are we doing here?
Accepting your actions, taking blame for the things you've done wrong is part of what makes you a responsible and enlightened adult. Are there things in this world that influence us? Yes. Are there things in this world that suck balls? Definitely. Do you have the control, as an individual, to decide how to respond to the world around you? Absofuckinlutely. If we begin to condition society that everyone else is to blame, that you have no control, that everything in your life only happens TO you, do we not tread down a very dangerous road that can lead to our demise? I tend to think so.
It starts at a very young age. You hear a little kid wail as he is about to be punished, "but he MADE me do it!" And as a parent, you didn't turn around to the other kid and punish him instead. You firmly stated, no one made you do anything, and that's why you are being punished now. Well, at least that's how it was when I was a kid. Of course, things are changing. Now parents are suing schools because their kid got a bad grade because they didn't turn their homework in on time. Kids are suing teachers because they suffered ear damage after they slammed their hand down on the desk to WAKE THE KID UP!
Seriously, what the hell is going on? Where has sanity and rationale gone? Where has common sense fled to? What does it take to make people realize that suing the hell out of each other and blaming everyone and everything for your being a piece of shit only leads to everyone becoming a piece of shit? We don't even expect criminals to accept what they've done and own up to their actions. We ask for leniency because someone or something else made them do it. Once you are an adult, I am sorry, that shit doesn't fly. You grow up and you get over what has been done to you, or you actively seek help. It seems to me that the only people we expect to never lay blame are our politicians! You think Gov. Spitzer can say hey, you don't understand! My frigid wife hasn't put out in 10 years, what's a guy to fuckin do? No, he has to accept what he's done, give up his job and slink away into the dungeon of 'dirty' politicians. Ugh. Don't even get me started on that one.
Enough is enough. There is no great Big Bad running loose in the world that twists your arm to live your life a certain way or make you do certain things. You didn't buy a house you couldn't afford because an evil creditor used savvy marketing and numbers games, you did it because you are stupid and can't read a fucking contract. You don't consume more than you should because advertising and media force you to, it's because you are empty inside and incapable of prioritizing your life - and you deserve to be in debt until the day you die. You aren't fat because fast food chains use the wrong kind of oil, you are fat because you eat at fast food chains. Your kid isn't a pain in the ass because the schools aren't doing enough, it's because you suck as a parent and are too lazy to spend the time to raise them.
Well, maybe I should call the media and say I am going to sue some fat people anyway. At least I would have a pulpit for a few minutes. But with my luck, some lawyer would hear it, and I would have just given him a great idea. If I ever see a case like this go to court, I'm suing for the fucking copyright.
I am a relatively healthy person, with the occasional trip to the doctor for a case of strep and my yearly checkup, I don't cost my insurance company a whole lot of money. I recall the days (and they were not so long ago) when I never incurred more than a $20 copay and no more than $25 for a prescription. Even if tests had to be run, or I needed some bloodwork, I could count on the Blue Cross conglomerate to sift through the bills and get them all paid. And the great thing was that my company paid nearly all of my annual premiums. I had it pretty easy.
Having not had insurance for quite a while, I sure was surprised to find that many medications are no longer covered, most have to be mail ordered within certain timeframes, many tests and labs are not covered, and my copays have shot up. What the hell is going on here? Why is this costing me so much out of pocket in ADDITION to the extra money I have to give up on my paycheck for the freakin premium my company barely pays for anymore? And god help you if you don't have insurance and have to pay on your own or try to get your own coverage. Hope you have an extra $600 a month just waiting to pour out of your ass. Yeah, I know, we are in a (pre) recession, yeah, the economy is in the toilet and all must suffer, but from what the news tells me, I can blame a lot of my medical bill woes on the fat and lazy of America.
Due to the huge increases of many diseases, most of which are caused by obesity, hospitals and insurance companies are charging more than ever to keep up with the cost of maintaining the lives of the hefty population. Well, I for one am livid. If the cost of someone else living on a diet of cheese fries, chocolate cake and soda is going to infringe on my right to reasonably priced and adequately covered health plans, I think I should be able to sue the sweatpants off them. They obviously have no intention on ever getting healthy, or doing anything more laborious than popping whatever magic pill is being touted this month, so why should their lifelong medical bills be my fucking problem? They need to learn that what they do affects others, and in this case, me, and I want some compensation for it.
If we can sue gun companies for making the guns that criminals use to kill innocent people, it doesn't seem like a big stretch that I can round up some of the rotund population in my area and drag their asses to court. Come on skinny healthy people! Rise up with me! The fat people are to blame for your inability to have affordable health care! Don't you want to do something about it??
Those of you who read this that know me, and well, let's be honest, you're the only ones that do...you know I am NOT SERIOUS. I don't want to sue fat people, nor do I hate fat people. My rant here is against the explosion of the blame factor in America. I am sick to death of it. Mark my words, this will be the ultimate downfall of our society. We are getting hogtied by our inability to accept blame and put blame exactly where it belongs. The fear I have is that you can't see an end in sight. Some kid goes out and shoots up a school because he read the wrong book, saw the wrong movie, listened to the wrong song...we put the blame on all of those outside things instead of on the crazy maladjusted kid. Someone's kid gains weight and ends up diabetic because they lived on a diet of McDonald's, so we sue McDonald's rather than reprimand the parent who FED their kid all that shit. A thief breaks into your house and injures himself in the process and sues you for the damages. My god, what the hell are we doing here?
Accepting your actions, taking blame for the things you've done wrong is part of what makes you a responsible and enlightened adult. Are there things in this world that influence us? Yes. Are there things in this world that suck balls? Definitely. Do you have the control, as an individual, to decide how to respond to the world around you? Absofuckinlutely. If we begin to condition society that everyone else is to blame, that you have no control, that everything in your life only happens TO you, do we not tread down a very dangerous road that can lead to our demise? I tend to think so.
It starts at a very young age. You hear a little kid wail as he is about to be punished, "but he MADE me do it!" And as a parent, you didn't turn around to the other kid and punish him instead. You firmly stated, no one made you do anything, and that's why you are being punished now. Well, at least that's how it was when I was a kid. Of course, things are changing. Now parents are suing schools because their kid got a bad grade because they didn't turn their homework in on time. Kids are suing teachers because they suffered ear damage after they slammed their hand down on the desk to WAKE THE KID UP!
Seriously, what the hell is going on? Where has sanity and rationale gone? Where has common sense fled to? What does it take to make people realize that suing the hell out of each other and blaming everyone and everything for your being a piece of shit only leads to everyone becoming a piece of shit? We don't even expect criminals to accept what they've done and own up to their actions. We ask for leniency because someone or something else made them do it. Once you are an adult, I am sorry, that shit doesn't fly. You grow up and you get over what has been done to you, or you actively seek help. It seems to me that the only people we expect to never lay blame are our politicians! You think Gov. Spitzer can say hey, you don't understand! My frigid wife hasn't put out in 10 years, what's a guy to fuckin do? No, he has to accept what he's done, give up his job and slink away into the dungeon of 'dirty' politicians. Ugh. Don't even get me started on that one.
Enough is enough. There is no great Big Bad running loose in the world that twists your arm to live your life a certain way or make you do certain things. You didn't buy a house you couldn't afford because an evil creditor used savvy marketing and numbers games, you did it because you are stupid and can't read a fucking contract. You don't consume more than you should because advertising and media force you to, it's because you are empty inside and incapable of prioritizing your life - and you deserve to be in debt until the day you die. You aren't fat because fast food chains use the wrong kind of oil, you are fat because you eat at fast food chains. Your kid isn't a pain in the ass because the schools aren't doing enough, it's because you suck as a parent and are too lazy to spend the time to raise them.
Well, maybe I should call the media and say I am going to sue some fat people anyway. At least I would have a pulpit for a few minutes. But with my luck, some lawyer would hear it, and I would have just given him a great idea. If I ever see a case like this go to court, I'm suing for the fucking copyright.
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