What a world.
Riots in the UK echo the idiocy of world-wide road rage mania in full tilt boogie.
Did you know that boogies are actually a nasty word? They are green and come out of your nose and your Mom tells you, “Don’t do that in public.” Well, most Moms tell you that.
But I cannot imagine what was said to the raging riotous fools rampant on this orb of ours as they grew into physical adulthood with the idea that demonstrating your “dumb as mud” mentality is at all attractive. I find it beyond disturbing and even quite revolting, to employ a slightly oxymoronic descriptive.
Then there’s the Casey Anthony mother.
Oh. Did I say mother? Do forgive me.
I’m really not certain but I think I may have meant breeding machine.
It appears I may be suffering from being emotionally arrested at about age three. Either that or I am contracting that contagious disease identifiable only as selective mental atrophy from the idiots disguised as adults who proliferate our planet.
Rumor has it (no I did not swipe that from Adele, it was around long before her song) that Casey Anthony’s breeding machine is trying to make a book deal. If there is a God in heaven, why is this being allowed?
Why are there people motoring around with driving licenses who apparently do not understand the simple rules for a four-way stop, as seen on my daily commute, yet same people can breed and mess up as many children as they like without even so much as a road test?
Please understand this is in no way meant to reflect on “all parenting.” It is not. But there has to be something wrong somewhere along the line when grown adults truly believe their ill behaviour appropriate and show no sign of change or growth in terms of controlling their own obviously asinine choices.
Why are said children long past the age of majority still blaming their parents or the unfairness of the world or society at large, for their own chosen actions?
My family was raised on the idea that once an adult, it is up to us to make the best choices we can to be the best people we can and do the best we can. It is called being responsible. And knowing better.
We knew the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, kind and nasty, before we even hit primary school.
Is anybody out there as sick and tired as I am of hearing the lame defenses from such poor excuses for human beings that it makes you want to hurl?
All of the three-year olds in my world know how to behave far better than aforesaid “adults” who could do to take a few lessons from the sharing, caring and “goodness walking” tots around them. Instead of killing them or their sweet, hopeful spirits.
Okay. I’m done. Ready to listen to you now. But… I still wonder…
Is there a permanent full moon out there or what?