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I am going to start a new section to the blogs called "mini rants" I slowly have incorporated them into Facebook when I am overly disgruntled. I hope to add a new one on here every Friday and at some point would like to do them in movie form, so you can hear my anger. If you as the reader, have anything that really annoys you---- add it to my comments section and it might become my next rant.
Today's mini rant deals with no one over the age of 14 taking blame for anything. Someone else is to blame for any ill. Watching all of those factory smoke stacks smoke, made me start smoking. Burger King made the coffee to hot, so I have 3rd degree burns. The Grease Pit doesn't print how unhealthy their food is for anyone eating it, so I ate a ton of everything, super sized and they made me fat. The bad job market made me steal. Some things are beyond any ones control. Illnesses you are born with for example. One can either blame everyone around them for years, like the Indians and African Americans still do. Accept or live each day to the fullest and try and spread joy.
|Drinkin is bad mmmmm kay!?|
This all started several months back. I was talking to a friend about BP. *Note--he is big boned. He is addicted to lifting weights all the time, but addicted to eating more, so when he invites people to view the gun show **His muscle filled arms** they ask for their money back--because no one wants to see a cap gun show! Anyways, our argument went from BP to fat people. I work in a restaurant, and he soon blamed restaurant workers as the number one contributor to people being fat. Really? I do not recall force feeding any of my customers. It might have had something to do with a constant hand to mouth action repeatably repeated. And maybe the pitchfork and shovel combo used at the dinner table. I went on a cuss filled rant and the friend be-freinded me on Facebook. That showed me! But I started to realize most of my friends do this. They are not to blame for anything.
And the more you look around--society in general blames others for everything. If I screw up at work, I start laughing-and man up to the wrong doing. I don't instantly start pointing fingers or blaming the next co worker to walk into the room. Ever notice how many warnings even the simplest product has printed on it? That jar of toothpicks has 22 warnings. Its because last year that electric toothbrush Susy Q stuffed down her pants stuffed down her pants--quickly damaged, attacked, and violated her. When she could stand up again she called a shifty lawyer and collected 20.20 million dollars and a Hymen repair kit. All of the toothbrushes were recalled from the market and now come with two pages of warnings. Complete
with one page explaining which holes to keep the brush out of.
|Spilled coffee is hot!|