Mr. Nabor, please shut your mouth! While you clean out your “man cave”, full of NASCAR shit, and your slow inefficient sports car, “because it was the last model made of that brand..”, you tenaciously cut your grass to the point that I can hear the grass screaming, “stop cutting me,” and you’re just an obnoxious boisterous idiot that has contributed nothing to the world we live in. You irritate me like pepper spray or mace sprayed directly into my eyeballs. Because you get your leaf blower out and blow all the helicopters out of your lawn, you wash your cars and travel trailer until the paint comes off, and you live in a two bedroom house, with a small room in the attic, doesn’t mean you can call anyone what I heard you shouting. You remember, don’t you, Mr. Nabor? Your face was red, that vein on the top of your forehead was pulsating like a night crawler. Your two adult children and small grandchild were nestled in the small house playing video games, as you yelled at your wife about how ridiculous it was that someone put the lawnmower in your “man cave”. I was appalled, not that I take offense to any of your ignorance, because over the years you’ve been crowned in our household as “King A**wipe”, the crowned jewel of all ignoramus’ in the world. You took the cake the other day, when you were verbally abusing your wife, swearing at your youngest adult child, as he crept from the depths of his video game to join the chaos and disorder, and virtually calling him faggot. You are offensive, but the name you shouted for the world to hear, was the name that describes you most. You shouted it with a furl of anger on your face, and the worm on your forehead was about to climax and burst, as you tossed the garbage cans around, furling them like the Incredible Hulk, you screamed, “White Trailer Trash.” Mr. Nabor, I believe, since I couldn’t quite see you through the shrubbery that blocks you from me, or even know who you were directing the verbal abuse towards, I can only assume you must have been looking in a mirror and pointing the finger at YOU!
Thursday, May 14, 2015
There is a tired deflated generation in the midst, they've existed for some time now, but since I’m getting old, crabby, and blunt, it needs to be ranted about. The generation is a weak one, the “trophy” generation, where everyone deserves a trophy so the next guy’s feelings aren’t hurt. They’re self-deluded and think that entitlement is a given and not earned. They don’t need tangible things anymore, everything’s digital and at face value. They believe in a society that should be able to get things at a bottom dollar cost without sacrifice and hard work to pay the price something’s actually worth. The generation has been labeled, but I’m withholding it for now, because I’ve annoyed enough people ranting about this in face to face conversation (apologies to my wife and friends).
This group needs to start pulling their heads out of ass. I’m tired of listening to them whine, and ask for more, while they give their children the unsoiled shirts off their back by spoon feeding them. This generation is the root of a lot of my angst. Okay, there is that rare, and I’m being generous here, one third, of this generation that knows hard work, diligence, and who know what tangibility, accountability, and life is, but it’s a rare breed within the cancerous mass contributes to the overall label. This generation has been dubbed generation “Y” or the Millennials.
The title has a ring to it, every generation points fingers at the next in line and I’ve waited a very long time in life to be able to do it, so I’m doing it now, I've earned it. The Millennials need to stop being incubates for those they are bringing into the world. They need to step it up in life, take the spoons out of the mouths of babes and pull their pants up where they belong. They need to realize that life is tangible, as is music, books, entertainment and it doesn't come from the tree of the blue nowhere on socially engineered and manipulative web sites, corporate America or that electronic glow that has them all mesmerized and preoccupied. Come on generation “WHY” bother, show us what you’re made of, hand over the trophies that you and all your other classmates didn’t really deserve, and make someone proud, because you've been blindly deluded all these years that you've forgotten what the world is made of. Figure it out and prove that this generation is worthy of making it in this world. Thanks for reading, if you're the one third of your kind that actually takes the time.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
I think society as a whole needs to start teaching our youth what life from the palm of our hand looks like. We should be handing our children a cell phone at a younger age than six, challenge ourselves to get on board that consumer train by the time the child turns two. Wouldn't that be better? We are already in a world of "likes", becoming a "watcher" which are two words that are equivalent to drooling, or living vicariously. In comparison, two year old babies have most of those skills mastered, because they already drool on themselves and speak incoherently, we need to give them technology now, because most adults can't type without auto correction or speak in full comprehensible sentences, or live without staring at that electronic glow. Have two year old babies become the adults of the future or has evolution reversed? I like to think the latter and we've all become a rabid species who continue to foam at the mouth, become addicted to the ease of connection and don't take what is offered in the essence of life seriously. Machete, please, bullets for my gun will eventually run out during the apocalypse, my blade can always be sharpened with a stone. Come back soon...
Monday, March 30, 2015
Hey, it’s me again; it looks as if though this blog was made for me. Did everyone get the memo yet? YOU, the parent, have control over your homes internet, imagine that. I suppose those of you who have given up trying to stay current with technology, other than the likes of your smart phone, are scratching your heads in wonder or stupor, right? I’ll answer that, RIGHT! I’m going to give you another lesson on the 21st century, you are in CONTROL, it’s very easy to keep that control, and it’s called a secured network or simply put, PASSWORD. Everyone knows what password means, if not, I suggest turning off your computer or device in use for reading this blog, and smashing it on the ground, get rid of it, destruction of something so simple may just give you the part of the brain back that has gone missing. Everyone’s internet connection has a password.
Children, they are not privileged to gain knowledge of a password, or have the entitlement to know it, no one on this green earth of the big Blue Nowhere has that entitlement but, and it always boils down to this, the person(s) or ADULTS paying the bill. The next time your child doesn't want to do homework, do chores, doesn't want to take a shower, clean their ears, etc., etc., take the damn internet away, that they should be moderated on anyway. Change the password, and if you don’t know how, find someone who does, there's always that person in the family that can easily change it or reset it for you. If the youngsters think they need 21st century electronica, they should earn it, nothing in this world if free, NOTHING! Now start empowering yourselves, parents of all ages, do it fast, and do it NOW!
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
This is a blog that will probably piss you off, that’s good, because in the end, it just may wake you up! Read some valid points below and give me some damn feedback, because isn’t that what all important people want, feedback. Just read!
· Get off your phone, stupid, it’s ridiculous.
· Read a blog or e-book: from a laptop, computer, or an e-reader, not your three-five inch phone screen. You’ll look smarter.
· Make your kid grow up and become an adult before giving in to the desire for a phone, but if you’ve gotten off your damn phone to begin with, your kid wouldn’t want one. Their unknowingly emulating mom, dad and all the other useless peers that shove it in their face.
· Your kid doesn’t pay the phone bill, they’re not consumers, hell most of them don’t even want jobs, and they don’t need a utility or need to add to the household bills. If you want to throw your money away, donate it to me, Seymour, after all, this blog is doing nothing for my reputation because it’s like sandpaper to most of the thin kiwi skinned parents out there.
· Teach your kid how to stare at the wall once in a while, and think, stare at a page in a book that he or she can hold in their hands. Hell, learn Algebra and teach them a thing or two if they haven’t learned it in school.
· Texting is great, between adults, your kid should learn how to read and write full English sentences on a QWERTY keyboard, quill, or Papermate, not use their thumbs to finger a small screen to death, all while drooling and grinning stupidly.
That’s all for now, come back for more when I feel like giving you more Seymour A**hole's guide to EVERYTHING. Bye-Bye!