Reasons to Leave Society

July 13, 2014 at 8:11 am (The Serious Stuff)

I’m about to become a hermit. Seriously. People shouldn’t let me buy lottery tickets, because when I win, I’m gone.

I’m tired of this shaming culture we have now –

Shame men and tell them they are part of rape culture because they had the misfortune to be born with a penis – it automatically makes them a probable rapist.  Uhh, No. It does not.

Shame women and tell them they are gold diggers or whores, just because they have the misfortune to be born with a vagina.  Uhh, no. They are not.

Shame new parents, tell them how bad they are at the job of raising their kids, because they don’t do it EXACTLY as you do.  Uhh no, they are not.

Shame teenagers – both for having sex before age 18, and those for not having sex until after 18.  Not your damn business.

Shame children, for wanting to be children and run about, scream and play. Instead, try to regulate every minute of their day. Doesn’t work. Let them alone to play in the mud with sticks.  They aren’t going to die without your eye on them 24/7.

Shame the low income person for having something nice they had before they became poor.  Tell them they are lazy, and indigent, and basically worthless, all while treating them like crap when you have to deal with them as a hotel room cleaner, a waitress, any sort of service job.  But then also expect good service with a smile, just taking the abuse?  Not gonna happen.

Shame the person who has done well, act as if they are selfish and won’t share.  That’s not every rich person.  Some do more than you will ever know, but they don’t broadcast it, because they don’t need the acclaim to feel good about themselves.

Shame the fat for supposedly eating too much, shame the skinny for supposedly eating too little. Shame the young, the old, the healthy, the sick, shame everyone.

Treat everyone like they are pieces of dirt and scum, because somehow, that’s become the socially acceptable thing to do.

And complain. Complain about everything, especially to people who have no control over the situation whatsoever.  Complain to the news station because you didn’t like the weather today, or this week.  Complain because it snows or rains- then complain because it doesn’t. Act like people should or can control uncontrollable situations.

And don’t forget to speak like you are an authority on all things, especially when you have no clue what others are talking about.

Be a hypocrite as well – complain that deer eat your precious flowers, and poo all over your precious grass,  but when a controlled hunt is discussed to keep herds healthy, vilify anyone for it cruel and heartless, killing the poor innocent animals that cannot defend themselves.

Keep treating other people like shit if that’s how you must roll.  But stop being surprised when they stop taking it from you.

I can talk til I’m blue in the face, but the culture of the decent person appears to be gone, with the exception of a few hold outs.  Keep on keepin’ on, holdouts.  Once I’m over this ‘want to be a hermit” stage, I’ll be right back out there with you.

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What You Believe About Homosexuality Doesn’t Matter

December 21, 2013 at 7:54 pm (The Serious Stuff)

When faced with the choice between being theologically correct…as if this is even possible…and being morally responsible, I’ll go with morally responsible every time.

via What You Believe About Homosexuality Doesn’t Matter.

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Dear parents, you need to control your kids. Sincerely, non-parents

September 16, 2013 at 6:17 am (Uncategorized)

Mainly reposted because of the commenters who think life was so much different “back in the day”. No, it wasn’t. Out of control kids were still in stores, no, not every kid was getting smacked in public, and temper tantrums of toddlers know no specific era Stop romanticizing the past, folks.

The Matt Walsh Blog

To the fan I lost yesterday:

I don’t owe you an explanation, but I thought I’d offer one anyway. I do this more for your sake than mine. You see, maybe, as you later suggested, I was in a bad mood. Maybe I could have been a bit more polite about it. Maybe I’m more sensitive to it now that I have kids. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing these comments about parents. Maybe I know that my wife has to take the twins with her when she goes grocery shopping sometimes, so she could easily be on the receiving end of your sort of bullying. Maybe I took it personally.

Whatever the case, there I was, walking down the aisles of the grocery store looking for the ingredients for a new chili recipe I wanted to try. I heard the kid screaming from a distance; the whole store heard…

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Maybe you get bad customer service because you’re a bad customer

August 25, 2013 at 8:36 am (Ranting!)

Maybe you get bad customer service because you’re a bad customer.

Having been on both sides of the counter, and been a business owner – I agree with this article.  She is one example of what I see people doing all too often anymore.


Get some counseling for your anger management issues if ketchup sends you into a screaming fit.

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Why Are you Talking to Me Now?

June 7, 2013 at 12:45 am (The Serious Stuff) ()

So my 30th high school reunion is coming up. That’s nice. The one event I may go to, but the other is ridiculously overpriced and will likely be disappointing.

But this new phenomenon is happening, and I kinda blame Facebook.

Don’t get me wrong – I like Facebook. I have my friends from all the different aspects of my life, I have pages for my business and my homesteading blog on there (yeah, shameless pimping – what of it?)  I can keep track of upcoming events.

But now, I have people who I don’t even remember trying to add me to their friend’s list. Dude, you weren’t my friend in high school, you weren’t my friend in college when so many of our graduating class ended up at the same college, you haven’t been my friend since. It’s not like my parents up and disappeared; they even kept the same phone number for over 15 years after we graduated.  I certainly didn’t hide.  I even live within 15 miles of our old hometown. My son even went to high school at the other high school in the area!

Granted, I did reconnect over the past several years with friends via Facebook – but these were people I knew, spent time with both during and after high school – for some of us, we drifted apart after college.  After all, we moved to the midwest for 13 years ourselves.  Other people -we’ve been friends since we were 16.

So what’s so damn special about me that you suddenly have to try to be my friend now, especially the folks who live right over here? I’ve run a business in this town, I’ve lived and worked in this town again for 6 years now.  My name has been in the newspaper along with my picture.  You could have found me any time.

What makes this reunion so damn special?

I’ve not become Facebook friends with these people.  I’ve not even been inclined to pull out the yearbook to figure out just who the fuck they were. Hell, some of them may have even been bullies I wanted nothing to do with back then, and don’t now.

I guess it may be because I don’t view high school as some of the best times of my life. I wasn’t – not even close.  College was awesome, meeting and falling in love outshines that, the births of our children and all the aspects of them growing up – these were better than high school.  My daughter has graduated college, and soon, my son will get married.  Awesome times yet to come.

I guess I’ll just have to say I don’t get it and leave it at that.

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