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Here are a few things which bug me the most about society.

 
What's Wrong
People, That's What's Wrong
Publish Date: 12/31/2008
 
What's wrong? It's a simple question; it seems easy enough. Where do I begin? I begin with people, society brethren. I'm sure there are nice ones out there, but I'm really having a hard time finding these people.

I'm sure you are saying, "What's wrong Janet, I'm a nice person." I'm sure you are, but I'm not seeing you on a regular basis. What's wrong is, I'm seeing the selfish drivers on the road and the oblivious cell phone set of chattering teeth at the store.

I'm dealing with rude obnoxious people who think the world revolves specifically for their convenience. In fact these people probably don't retain enough analytical thought to realize the world turns at all, that's what's wrong.

Imagine driving down the street minding your own business when all of a sudden a fellow motorist, too self absorbed to properly operate his vehicle almost blindsides you. Most of the time a colorful array of descriptive words can be heard, what's wrong is the anger is displaced from the lips of a selfish idiot.

The big question is how many losers it will take to form a line. How many you got, it's sure to be a very long line, if it hits the ocean can we let a few drown? Okay, maybe just get them a little bit wet, ya think they will humble it up a bit? Probably not and that's what's wrong.

Being aware of ones surroundings is essential to survival; don't turn your back if you want to survive. People of the world don't care about anyone but themselves, sad but true.

I myself was in a situation where my selfishness for the sake of family made me do the wrong thing, that's what's wrong. My daughter and I went on a trip to Baltimore and while we were traipsing around in the rain down by the inner harbor we witnessed a mother, father and very young child being chased by a terrifying homeless person who refused to take "No" for an answer.

I told my daughter to stay put and I attempted to get in the middle of this horrifying situation and my daughter grabbed me crying and said, "Mommy don't leave me". How could I have, I knew it was wrong but looking down at my daughter, soaking wet and frightened, I just watched as this family ran across the street with the shouting beggar at their heals.

We stood there helpless; other people passed us by eluding the situation as well. We rushed to find the police and hoped the family would be okay. That entire night and every night since then I think of what happened. I know I could have done more than I did but the safety of my daughter was my only concern and if something would have happened to me who would be there for her.

But that situation wouldn't even be a factor in most peoples minds they would have ran and ignored it, just like they ignore everybody else. This is what's wrong.

Please, if I ever get so bitter that I become one of the ugly people, take a club and hit me over the head. I'm not kidding, knock me out, please. Maybe when I awake, I will have seen the error of my ways and be a better person, then nothing will be wrong.

 
 
 
 
 
S.U.V or should I say S.U.C.K.


Sport Utility Vehicles or SUV why are there so many of them on the road? Why is it that so many idiot drivers have them?

I think this is a disease and someone desperately needs to find a cure. For example, just the other day I am driving behind one of these monstrosities. The road that I was traveling on just happened to be under construction and many of the manholes were raised. The so-called off road capable vehicle began to hit the brakes every time it approached one of the obstacles.

Now can someone please tell me why an SUV would have to hit its brakes to go over a manhole cover that is only raised three inches off the ground? I do not understand why these people need to drive a vehicle that has a ten thousand dollar suspension if they are not going to use it.

In the past you would see these immense monsters and say wow that guy has a cool truck. But now everywhere you go there are dozens of these things filled with appalling women drivers that could not drive to save their lives.

Please for the love of the free world put both hands on the wheel and steer clear of these beasts they put every life on the road in danger.

Let me tell you this. Last year there were over five hundred children killed in their own driveways by their own parents. What does that say about our society today? This world needs a little help and only you can make a difference. I say put an end to the madness soon or we are all doomed.

Bless you all for driving responsibly and for all of you who do not. BITE ME!

 
 
 
Guys Can't Roll


If there is one thing that I find totally annoying, it is the empty toilet paper rolls. Why is it that when men are in the bathroom and they run out of toilet paper they always, I mean always leave the empty roll on the holder?

What is the problem? Do you guys think that if you take off the roll your private parts will fall off? Do you think that you might not be able to concentrate long and hard enough to get the job you started finished?

Maybe it is that you do not check to see if a new roll is needed before you do the deed. Or could it be that guys are to perplexed using the manual part of the brain to be able to do anything else while they are in there?

I think that the most logical explanation for not replacing the roll is that guys think that there is a butt-whipping fairy that flies in when nobody is around and changes it. Whatever the reason is, it is probably to simple for us girls to even comprehend.

I suggest that all you girls out there collect those rolls for a year then when you get so fed up that you want to scream, just dump all of them into the front seat of his car. But wait for a day when he sleeps late and does not want to be late for work.

He will be in too much of a rush to leave he will not have time to clean out the car. How funny is that? To F***ing Funny!

 
 
 
 
BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE ME PLEASE!

 

Recently I enjoyed a day at the largest theme park in New Jersey. I love going every year and have been a patron of the park since the early Eighties.Like clockwork every year at the front gate I am greeted by a sad and desperate, pathetic looking creature.

This useless creature that never seems to change its approach, I’m talking about the guy or girl pleading with whoever will listen to them.Begging total strangers for just two dollars, trying to manipulate you to believe that they only need two dollars to complete the ticket price for admission into the park.

I never enjoy laughing more at a human being then I do at this time. I mean who do they think they are?Do they think I’m that stupid, want to play me for a chump? Not me baby!I know who you are, I see you coming from a mile away. You are pathetic!

Now who goes to a theme park without enough money to get in? It’s not like they are telling the cops that they were robbed or anything.They are just begging for money to pay for the rest of the ticket. Since when did a theme park become bus station?

I have never heard of one incident where a person has gone to a theme park alone either. So, this person doesn’t have enough money to get in, and not one of their friends could loan them a few dollars?Please! No one, I know no one, goes to a theme park without extra money in his or her pocket.

Try getting a job instead of preying on kind people, stealing the money right out of their hands.And if there are some of you who really do need the two dollars extra to get into the park, please do me a favor.Don’t beg for money just go to any general store on the road and get yourself a Coke. Because Coke gives you more then two dollars off on admit ion.

For all you kind people out there who have a heart and give straight from it remember, try not to be so naive think about what you are doing when you hand over money to a complete stranger.Most truly good people will let you offer help to them and reluctantly accept it when it comes.

 
 
 
 

Baby Talk

Have you ever had a conversation with a person who clearly is a phony, asshole?

You know the people who talk like babies, articulating every word of droned played out, by the book phrase, to hush you and vastly lead you to believe they actually accredit the conversation they are having with you.

Even though they are not caring, kindhearted people, only phony from the word go.

 I say fuck these members of society, they couldn’t care less if you were on fire, let alone any deep hearted feelings you may have regarding any subject what so ever.

Just the other day, I was visiting a loved one at a rehabilitation center and was subject to a phony asshole. This person acted like they were helping, when in fact they were just blowing us off and not really answering our questions at all.

I wonder just how they lay their heads on the pillow at night; I know I wouldn’t be able to do it.

 
 
 
 
Parkway People!


I am not a mean person, it is just that people are a**holes. You know who you are! What is up with the people that drive on the Garden State Parkway? I hate to go up north for any reason and have to deal with them.

These people get in line for exact change and then fumble around for the change to pay. What is wrong? Did they see the sign? Toll one mile, pick a lane! I am sorry, but these people are ridiculous.

Please if you travel the Parkway and you do not have EZ pass or exact change go to another booth. Because one day you are going to get in front of the wrong person and when that happens I would not want to be you.

 

 

 

 Need Some Change?


I would like to take a minute and talk about the telephone. Why is it when you start going out with a guy he totally forgets how to use one? They give you the phone when they want to order a pizza or get the movie schedule. And when there out they never call.

How about when you make plans 3 days in advance only to have them not all and leave you hanging dressed to kill. Next time that happens go out and have a great time.

Do a few shots and shoot some pool. Slip some cash into the jukebox and get happy. Oh, and guys. Do not even say you had no change.

 

 

 

Licking Let Downs


What is up with the ice cream man? Why is it that every time I go to the truck and buy an ice cream the prices are always different? It does not matter if it is the same truck or the same guy.

The price is never the same. If it were up to me and I am not saying do this but I do not buy my cold creamy dreams off of a truck any more. I get them at the supermarket and lick to my hearts content.

Do not encourage the ice pop jerk. Think ahead and purchase your lick licklicious suckers at the grocery store. Lets put an end to the ice cream man rip-off.