Blind Rage

There are very few things that piss me off more than people making fun of the disabled. They can't help their situation, and people who don't get that and think that it is acceptable to launch personal attacks on them make me physically ill. Don't do it in my presence, if you're smart.

There is a very sweet teenage girl who comes to the store sometimes. She happens to have Down's syndrome. Everybody around here likes her, since she's just a very pleasant person. Well, today, we heard a bit of a commotion outside, and R and I went to check it out. At first, we thought it was just your typical scuffle between a boyfriend and girlfriend. And then we realized what was going on.

Two disgusting little lowlifes who I hesitate to even call human were picking on this girl. She obviously didn't know what was going on, and these two "boys" (and I use that term loosely- cockroaches would be more appropriate) were following her around, throwing little pebbles at her, calling her names, and just generally being disgraces to the human race. As soon as the two of us realized what was going on, R ran inside to tell G and the boss, and to call the police, while I went outside to break it up before anything escalated.

Let me tell you- these troglodytes weren't pleased that their "fun" had been interrupted, and turned on me. Big mistake. I grew up in a "if they attack you, attack back" society. Before I could do any real damage, though, G came charging out there and started swearing at them, and the boss called the police. The boys ran off, we made sure our customer was OK. The police took her home, and we went back to work.

Those sub-humans probably won't be coming back around this way anytime soon, though.

Bullied to death

The Story

Another teenager is dead due to suicide, because she was tormented at the hands of her peers. What I want to know is how long this is going to go on before someone does something about it?

I don't give a rat's ass what a person's reasons for harassing someone else are. If they do so, they're scum. I don't care if your religious beliefs/political beliefs/the flying pink monkey that controls your thoughts/or your parents say you're to be intolerant of someone else- you just don't do it. I can't exactly ask if your momma taught you right or not, since mine obviously didn't. But you know what? I learned from a young age that harassing someone just because they are different is unacceptable. My great-grandmother would have hit me upside the head with a broom if she ever heard that I bullied someone.

I personally was never a victim of bullying. Well, technically that's not true, but I got suspended from middle school for a week after I beat the girl who tried up. Most people knew not to mess with me after that, since I'd Hulk out.

How many more people are going to end their own lives before we as a society do something? If we impose strict penalties on people who are vile enough to torment another human being, then it might stop. If we make people afraid that they'll be living with Big Bubba in prison for the rest of their lives, then they will stop. If we make people pay million-dollar fines if they get caught, then they will stop. If someone dies as a result of bullying, give the bully the same penalties you would give any other murderer. That will stop it right quick!

Maybe it's too much to ask. After all, "kids will be kids," the teachers say. Well, I say that we're killing the next generation by allowing this to continue. And if this is how the next generation behaves, then I don't want to live long enough to be in a nursing home under their care.

Joe Biden's Gaffe

Warning: This post has strong language.

By now, everyone's heard of Joe Biden's response to the health care bill, calling it "a big fucking deal." And of course, every uptight moralist in the country is screaming their little heads off. All I have to say is, really? Were you lot raised by nuns? Or your Aunt Gertrude? Maybe it's a result of my upbringing (growing up the way I did, I had (and still have) a pretty foul mouth), but I just don't see the big deal. The F-bomb is just a word. Words only have power when we give it to them. I can go up to you and call you a "dingdong glibbleglooble" and you'll just think I'm mentally ill and off my medication. But if I walk up to you and call you a "fucking asshole douchebag" you're likely to either get upset, start crying, or kick my ass. But what's the real difference? The intent is the same, it's just that the second phrase has more loaded words than the first one, which is word salad. But what if the tables were reversed and "dingdong glibbleglooble" was as offensive as the F-bomb? It wouldn't just be word salad then, and an accident of nature could have made that phrase the equivalent of calling someone a fucking asshole, and calling someone a fucking asshole the equivalent of calling someone "dingdong glibbleglooble." (Ha, I love typing that... I'm too easily amused)

I'm not a Democrat or a Republican. I'm not even really defending Joe Biden. But before people get all angry and go on a moral crusade against bad language, stop and put it in perspective. Did the sun crash into the earth because the Vice President referred to something he felt strongly about as a "big fucking deal?" No. I'm still alive, and if the sun crashed into the earth I have a feeling I'd be pretty toasty.

And for your viewing pleasure, I'm including the video so you can hear it for yourself.

Mad as Hell

I went to Wal-Mart this afternoon, expecting to go buy some contact solution, pick up a new eyeliner, and get some blank DVDs for data backup at work. I had gotten all of those things and was in the checkout line when I saw something that made me mad as hell. Some skanky woman with enough kids to start her own orphanage smacked her toddler across the face when the little boy tried to reach out to get a candy bar. And if that wasn't enough, she twisted his arm around behind his back quite forcefully.

Child abusers are the lowest of the low to me. I hate them. I think that they're evil bastards who forfeited their human credentials a long time ago. Scum buckets, all of them. So of course as soon as I saw that poor little kid cry out, I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Many people in the lines had, and a teenage boy called the police on his cell phone, looking quite disgusted. I can't say I blame him. An older lady confronted the woman, who promptly defended herself, saying that she had the right to train her children in the way that she saw fit.

Oh really? You really think that, you pathetic excuse for a human? Recently, a little girl was murdered by her parents after following the "discipline" advice laid out in a book that makes me shudder to even think of it: To Train Up a Child, by Michael and Debi Pearl. I'm not Christian, so that could have something to do with my interpretation of the book, but I don't think that's it. I just think I have a moral issue with books teaching parents to beat the living shit out of their kids with plumbing materials. Those worthless pieces of crud way overdue for a flushing that killed their daughter in this way were "disciplining her the way they saw fit."

YOU DO NOT HIT A CHILD WITH PLUMBING MATERIALS. If you were to hit me with quarter-inch plumbing supply line, like the book recommends, I could take it. But I'm a fully-grown adult woman. A child, on the other hand, their body is not mature enough to handle something like that, and it's no surprise that the little girl who died died from organ failure. Her system just couldn't handle the attacks.

I think of it this way: you wouldn't like it if someone attacked you with plumbing materials (or maybe you would, but in that case, you got some weird paraphilias there that you might want to go get checked out by a psychologist). So why would you attack someone else with plumbing materials, especially your own child? I wouldn't even do that to a rabid dog.

So, in conclusion? Don't beat your kids. They'll eventually grow up and have resentment towards you festering and might attack you. If they live that long. And if they do die as a result of your "discipline," then I hope you enjoy living with Big Bubba in prison.

Ridiculous...

Every day that goes by I hate the extremist faction of the animal rights movement even more. Now they're threatening the American figure skating Olympian because of something incredibly stupid- the dude wore a bit of fox fur on his costume.

Seriously people? You're going to give a guy death threats because he wants to wear a bit of fuzzy stuff on his suit? Please. Way worse things happen on a daily basis. People are dying in Haiti. People are abusing their children. Other people are dying of exposure because they have nowhere to go. If you can get that butthurt over something stupid like a bit of fur, then put that energy into helping your fellow humans! I'm proud to say that organizations like PETA will never and have never gotten a penny of my hard-earned money. On the other hand, I donate to UNICEF every two months. People need to focus on helping other people before they get all upset about the "poor widdle animals."

Am I cold? Am I heartless? Maybe. But it's hard not to be cynical when people pull this kind of thing. Threatening another person over wearing fur is ridiculous.

And now I'm going to go kick a puppy, since if PETA ever sees this they're going to be all up in my grill. Might as well make sure the label actually fits, yeah? :P