And No, My Wedding Dress Does Not Zip Anymore, Thanks to the Two Children Who Expanded My Rib Cage by THREE INCHES
Originally uploaded by Fatty Will Rule the World!.
Now, let’s now forget that I have given up ‘crappin’ in favor of this, my digital diary, so once again, for pos-tear-tea’s sake, I’ve just got to speak my mind. With a necessary layer of generalization intended to protect the guilty, I’ve got to say that I hate people who lead with the “I know better than you” attitude.
This could apply to the oft-maligned and always deserving GT hags of the world, to the smart ass DPS ossifer who stopped me for going 72 in a 70 zone, to the "I'm a RedNeck County native and you're not" backwoods goofballs, and to other generally thoughtless humans who think they can make decisions without even consulting the poor idiots in their midst. The attitude I’m talking about is one where the Authority thinks that he or she is the “inspired one,” the only one capable of thinking of “big ideas” and that those “worker bees” around him/her are too dumb, too young, too inexperienced, too knock-kneed, or too bucktoothed to possibly have an interest in being a cooperative part of the decision making, even if that decision is going to smack dab damn skippy affect-in-a-big-way that poor buck toothed, cock eyed underling who somehow got in the way. And what recourse does the underling have but to SUCK IT UP and TAKE IT, because the Authority made the decision and who are you to even think you might like to join the conversation anyway? So much for flippin’ modern open communication techniques.
I write this not just confuse the hell out of everyone else but also just for the record, because I’ll look back on this one day, when I’m 85 and still working because social security went bankrupt and I’ll still need money to feed my Sudafed and stool softener habit, and so I’ll be the head grocery bagger at the Kroger, and I’ll have to manage the other grocery baggers and I will need to remember that when I think all the baggers should start doing this, that, or the other, I should probably remember back to when I was young and stupid and getting pushed around by the Authority and I will go to those damn baggers and ask ‘em what the hell they think about the matter.
Then maybe they won’t write about ME on their BLOGS.
And who made me this way, anyway? Mama, why didn't you raise me to just shut up and take it? Where did I get this rebellious streak that has no respect for such smart ass holier-than-thou egos? I have a feeling I know (the B-man). Regarless, I feel better for just gettin' that out of my system.
2 comments:
Yo Mama is skered, jes plain skered that her baby girl has gone over the deep end and mite not B bak when I cum to see her in the month 2 cum. What ever kan we
do? Mite not be N-E-body at her place of living but a bunch of neked boys riding wooden horses N
I don't much B thinkin I could handle that, I be too old for neked boys waving weiners. I B thinkin bout writin my Uncle Dr. Phil and be seein if he mite let me bring Fatty 2 the program in her wedding dress, waving that kitchen tool with her mouth open wide enuf to do dental work. Jes let me know, cat crap, what we kan do, I be ready to travel at the drop of a drink of coconut rum.
Yo Mama is con-cernet
Now Mama, don't worry. I just had to have my say, and I now I feel a lot better, especially after Uncle Phil's producer called. I will not be going on his show, however, because the only way I would go is if he got me tickets to one of those Opry's-Got-High-Falutin'-and-Is-Givin'-Away-Bunch-o-Free-Crap shows and he said no deal. Damn northerners from the big-hair metroplex.
For the record, Boudreaux took my picture and did a fine job at it, too. You will notice that I am standing on my soap box...I will be using the soap box (but with different pretty outfits and different dangerous kitchenware) whenever I have another gripe, so just quit worrying about me and my coping skills. I'm going light on the coconut rum.
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