Stupid Streaks and other madness.

I tell you what. Stupid runs in streaks. What I mean by this is as a customer service representative, I handle all kinds of phone calls 5 days a week. The ones that kill me are the idiots that cannot read what is displayed on their computer screens.

"Mommy, please hold my hand."

When setting up someone's email address for the first time in Outlook Express, it hurts my head to wrap myself around the concept that someone simply cannot read "Click next to continue."

I am by no stretch of the imagination the smartest person on Earth, but I take the time to learn how to use the equipment I am working with. How can a computer programmer not know how to do something basic with a computer? How can a racecar driver not know how to check the oil for their family car? How can a consumer not know how to use something they purchase? Thanks to nanny rules provided by our government, our children are learning that it is acceptable to be lazy, and parents are conditioned to be their childs friend not a parent.

People, I know that I dont have many followers and I know that most of them share my opinions, but seriously. Discipline your children, teach them something useful in life. Do not let them coast along following the crowd, this is what your elected officials want so that they can stay in power.

As for your computer.... its your fucking responsibility to fix your computer. do not call and bitch at me because you cant determine that the blue power light on the front of your tower is not bright, your computer is turned OFF. and the little green or orange right on your "tv" is the power light for your fucking Monitor. If it is orange, it means that your 'tower' is turned off... Get it yet?

Also while I am at it... While I do NOT want to hold your hand step by lousy step while we set up little Timmy's email so he can have a Myspace account. I still want you to follow fucking instructions. If I ask you to go to www.(fucking idiot).com, that means I want you to go to that website.. not to your fucking soap-opera journal.

Also, beat your kids or something. stuff them in a closet. You called me for help, put your little shitlings outside or something... I dont feel like listening to you yell at them when I am trying to help you. Or at least wait until they are in bed before you call.

Oh well.. you'll probably read this, ignore it, and go on eating your McFatty's with your Diet Cola, lugging your fat hips into your $60K suv, driving your kids down the block to their friends because they are too fat themselves to walk 60 feet. Hope you the best and die soon. kkthxbai

Road Rage.. Again.

I was on my way to the bank. It was the very beginning of rush hour. Approaching an intersection with a left-turn only lane, the car in front of me happened to be the very last who could try to fit in this left-turn only lane. It's tail still stuck out on my lane, so, having common sense, I slowed to a stop and waited for the line to move, as the left arrow had just turned green. Someone honked as he passed me, looking at me. I didn't know why. I guess in this guy's little world everyone did things just to inconvenience him. Sure, I wasn't in a hurry, but why would I just stop dead in the middle of the road, if not for a good reason (i.e. avoiding an obvious collision.. that he could see, had he looked past the end of his nose). It was my time wasted too! (oh no! two whole seconds that I had to stand still and listen to my audiobook instead) Why do people need to be reminded of this?? I just raised my eyebrows at him, questioning expression, since I had no idea what I did wrong.
I got to where I needed to turn onto the interstate. I had to yield to oncoming traffic, since it was a left turn. I considered trying for a small window between cars, reasoning that I should be courteous to the people waiting behind me. I began to accelerate.. but then I heard a honk from behind.
Instantaneously, (yes, women thoughts do run this fast at times) I realized that in being courteous to those behind me, I would be rude to those I would be driving in front of. Thus, if I had to choose which group of people to be rude to, it would plainly be those that have not been rude to me first, so... having moved a whole of 3 inches into my acceleration, I stopped again.
And gave him the bird. I made sure it was against my windshield so he could see the silhouette clearly.
His hands began moving.. not just flipping me off back.. but more of some enraged form that I can only imagine the deaf would interpret as irate baby-talk. When he noticed I was looking in my rear-view mirror, he dramatically pointed to his phone.
That would be an interesting conversation. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "No, officer." "Well, we got a complaint about someone breaking too much." "Yup, I've been avoiding accidents all day. Should I stop?"
So when we got on the interstate, he got up along side of me so he could lean way over into the passenger seat (would have been out the window, had his window been rolled down) with the most emphasis I've ever seen given to a hand gesture. I raised my eyebrows, smiled slightly and nodded, as I was humoring a very young child. I was thinking, "Yea, you think you're right. The world will end before you question this, which is what causes you to continue to be ignorant. Your mother must be so proud."
As I glanced at him, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the slumped-over figure of a youth, hiding his face. And in that youth, I saw myself wallowing in shame in my dad's car. I hope that youth sees the man for the ass I always saw my dad to be. I hope that youth grows up to be intolerant of road rage as I am, reacting to frustrating situations on the road with pity for those who will learn the meaning of darwinism soon enough.

Tough....... (insert word)

Tough... Times.

Yes, we are in the middle of a recession. No it wasnt W.'s fault. People are quick to point the finger at the other guy, but lets face facts.
Greedy bastards are why you cannot buy a gallon of milk for less than a gallon of gas. Greedy bastards are why farmers are told not to grow grain and why a loaf of bread costs $3.00. Greedy bastards are the reason why our gas prices are so high, they feel that the greedy Americans should finance their $60B luxury yacht. Greedy bastards would rather bail out a bank, than bail out a school district.

Tough.... Shit.

Its high time we stop using our voices to complain, and start using our votes. We need to let congress know that there should be term limits for the House and Senate. No more life terms. No more pork barrels. No more earmarks. No more bullshit. We need to tell our representatives to start putting out, or get out!

Tough..... Cookies.

Now hows this for bull. A girlscout in North Carolina is being told she cannot sell her cookies. The reason? She has an unfair advantage because her father is a web developer and made her a website where local people can order the cookies. Some schmuck who's daughters stopped being girlscouts some 10 years ago complained that this was unfair. I thought that selling girlscout cookies was supposed to teach the girls about economics and marketing? If e-commerce isnt 'fair' then maybe the hasbeen dad needs to learn HTML.

Tough.... Love.

My nephew was sent to my mom's for a few stunts he pulled in Texas. Sadly after promising not to do the things he did down there, he started getting involved with a few kids around here that are guiding him to do the very things he got in trouble down there. My mom, in an effort to provide a good home to the kid got him a cell phone, against my recommendation. When he came to Iowa, and I got to talk to him. I told him that as long as his grades were good and he did what he was told, and didnt have any bad marks against him he could hang out. He screwed up. BAD.. then had the audacity to tell mom that I was going to come get him to take him to see a movie. Bullshit I said. So it looks like this weekend I go down to moms and have a few words with my nephew. Hopefully I can control myself and not beat the living tar out of him. wish me luck.