It has been a while since I logged in and gave my thoughts about the condition of the United States. Its time to set the record straight.

Obama is pushing through his health care bill, convinced that he is the only one who knows what is best for the people. Little does he realize is that the American people have seen through his bombastic rhetoric and that this bill is all about the health insurance companies, not the American people. He has resorted to strong arm tactics, threats against those opposed to it and political slight of hand in order to get his way. He has forgotten that he was hired by the American people to do a job and that its a temp job at that. He has forgotten who he works for and how he was elected in the first place. By all accounts, he took less than six months to break most of his campaign promises and has ignored the will of the people. He continues to do so on a daily basis without regard for anyone.

The Catholic Church is in the midst of another sex scandal, this time right in the Vatican itself. Numerous Vatican officials have have been busted by Rome police for soliciting, recruiting and, according to news reports, operating a gay sex ring. Just how will this affect the millions of Catholics worldwide? Hopefully they’ll realize that the Catholic Church is just like any other religion, a for profit organization. In the United States they try to influence elections on both national and local levels, preaching from the pulpit just who the congregation should support. This alone is enough for them to lose their tax exempt status but politicians are afraid of making the first move. The Catholic Church is the largest in the world, only trailing Islam by a few million members, with billions of dollars in real estate. If that property was taxed, just how much money would be put into the economy? Its their way or the freeway; what kind of religion puts that kind of restraints on its members?

Millions of protesters braved adverse weather conditions nationwide to carry signs against abortion, same sex marriages, cruelty to animals, genetically altered crops, nuclear energy, trying to put a sand flea on the endangered species list or the strong arm tactics of the IRS. They protest against Columbus day, immigration, corrupt politicians, corrupt cops, legalizing marijuana, eating meat, crop circles, alien invasions, domestic spying, high credit card interest rates, all powerful banks, high unemployment and whatever else they can think of. What 99.99% of them don’t realize is that protesting never changed anything, nothing. Remember the Vietnam war and all the protests? They didn’t help end the war but did embolden the enemy and create a new breed of draft dodger.

There has been calls for a nationwide work stoppage, just don’t go to work for a day and bring the economy to a screeching halt. Ain’t gonna happen, folks. The ones it would be targeting are immune to such things simple because they’ll still collect their paycheck while you don’t. That should be a no-brainer.

Start a civil war? Well, that’s on its way as we speak, headed by state militia manned with disgruntled people just wanting to make a difference. It won’t be pretty when it happens, pitting ordinary citizens against the state and National Guard units. But will they actively engage citizen armys or hold their fire? That decision is up the individual and probably be surprising to those in command.

I have many other subjects to touch on but I’ll leave them for another day.

Colorado has a “Make My Day” law. In a nut shell, it simply means that you won’t be prosecuted for defending your home, your family or your life with deadly force. It doesn’t mean that you can chase the suspect down in the street and kill him, as one homeowner did. It does mean that if someone breaks into your home with the intent to do you and your family bodily harm and rob you, the homeowner can use deadly force. In other words, blow them out of their socks. While I would prefer to cause them great bodily harm, I would not hesitate to open up with my shotgun at close range. This has two advantages; 1) it is a final solution to a home robbery and 2) the suspect can’t come back and sue for damages (that’s been done on numerous occasions).

While Colorado doesn’t have the shootouts in the streets like some Texas border towns do, we do have our share of home invasions by scumbags looking for easy pickings. I realize that the police can’t be everywhere at all times (they get there after the fact most times), it is realistic that the homeowner be prepared to protect themselves against any eventuality. I have my shotgun handy but I also have my walking stick, a six foot length of Aspen, hard as a rock and can break an arm or bust a head in one easy swing. To quote an old saying, “I’d rather be judged by twelve of my peers than be carried by six of my friends.”

The bad guys of today are getting younger and younger, knowing they can’t be tried as an adult and most likely, at the most, be sentenced to a juvenile detention center until they are twenty-one, will be released and out on the streets to continue their life of crime, often with an advanced degree in crime. Whenever I move into a new place, I always make sure that the neighbors know that I’m armed and will use my firearms; I’ve seldom had trouble from the local hoods. If I’m forced to use deadly force, I won’t apologize for doing so, I won’t feel sorry that someone is dead and I won’t apologize to his family for the loss of their child. They raised him, saw where he was heading and did nothing to turn him around. Some will see that attitude as callus and uncaring. Far from it, I care but my family comes first. If the cops can’t handle the crime rate, it is up to the individual to be prepared to do so and just call them to haul away the trash.

On a national scale, the crime rate has increased, in spite of what the Justice Department says, and more and more homeowners are being caught in the middle. We’ve been told to just call the police and let them handle it but while you’re on the phone, they’re breaking in and terrorizing your family. I have a shotgun and they have automatic weapons, like bringing a knife to a gunfight. Very unequal, unless the shotgun is loaded with turkey loads. That’s nine pieces of lead the size of a small ball bearing going out at over 1,000 ft per second. Now that can do some serious damage and discourage any intruder because they want to rob, not be killed.

We don’t live in the Old West any longer, we’re supposed to be a civilized nation of laws but the only law to date that makes any sense is the Make My Day law. More and more gun laws are passed each day and not one does any good because the criminals ignore them and they just take away yet another right of the law abiding citizen. I, for one, will not live scared in my home behind locked doors and shuttered windows. I will not be made to live in fear of venturing outside and enjoying life. And I refuse to relie on someone who won’t be there in my time of need to protect me and my family, I’ll do it myself and explain later.

Why am I ranting about this subject? because crime is hitting closer and closer to home. A new neighbor just moved in next door and while they were gone, someone broke in and stole a couple of TVs and a laptop computer (I could have told them it was unsafe to live here but they didn’t ask). I don’t believe that I could live anywhere that is completely safe and no one in their right mind would think so either. All one can do is make their home as safe as possible and refuse to live in fear. To that end, I keep my shotgun handy and loaded.

Yes a man who was light years ahead of his time penned this opening to one of the MOST influential documents ever written in history.

Sadly, today this means nothing to the elected officials governing our once great country. No it didn’t start sliding downhill when the Novelty Obama-nation uttered the statement, “We live in the greatest country in the world; help me change it, but that non hacker sure as fuck hasn’t HELPED things out a whole lot has he?

Motherfuckers (and father fuckers for you ladies who feel left out when I say it) Are lining up to defend this shitbird with statements like “No one can expect him to deliver on all of his campaign promises”. Then WHY the FUCK was he elected by a majority vote? If it doen’t matter what they say, why aren’t we picking a President’s name out of a fucking Fez? (Yeah a turban would just be a freaking hand towel with a bunch of clumps of paper inside it wouldn’t it?)

I’m getting off track here. HEALTH CARE for ALL should be FOR all not just one for us and one for them. I’f I’m having their shit crammed down my throat then at least tell me that they are getting the same lack of condiments that I am. REGULATIONS and REFORM are what the current System needs and not a Socialist, Eastern Block replacement for it.

While we’re at it, lets think about this. Nancy Pelosi and the fucking DNC is all over this shit about Leveling out the WEALTH of the nation. Lets call this what it REALLY is. They want You and I to be in the poorest 85% of the nation so THEY can be in the RICHEST 15% (if they will allow that many people to be as “privileged” as they are for being good enough to get you fucking moronic, mouth breathing masses to vote them into office.

“From Each According to His Abilities and To Each According to His Needs” is the mantra that these fuckaholics are chanting and the Public is chewing that up like it is a NEW concept. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov brought forth REFORM via these means in a little place that used to be called Russia with these EXACT words.

The FIRST thing that these radicals who wish to infringe upon OUR Inalienable Rights do is to take away the guns of the people that they wish to enslave.

Amendment 2 - Right to Bear Arms. Ratified 12/15/1791. Note
A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

This was written by men who had to shed blood to have the right to protect themselves from all enemies Foreign AND Domestic.

Hitler immediately took away every gun from the Jews and I hope you fucking idiots do remember what happened to them during his rise to power. NOW the Democrats have sought to take guns out of the hands of the people for many years and they always come back to the same thing. They SAY it is for OUR own good so that “Criminals” cannot get their hands on guns to harm us. WAKE THE FUCK UP. They are the criminals that wish to enslave YOU and make you work so that you get just enough to get by and they get MORE than they can possibly expect their grandchildren to be able to spend. if GUNS are so BAD, why are these people all Guarded by agents who have them?

AGAIN… WAKE THE FUCK UP PEOPLE! Our society is being dumbed down by the lack of a true Education System. Our Wages and Income are being attacked, we are being led like lambs to the slaughter and the apathy and brainwashing that our leaders MUST be right just because they hold that position is sickening.

We are soon going to need a Revolution to get the Government out of our wallets, schools, and privacy of our own bedrooms because the MASSES can no longer think for themselves or ask the simple questions and react to the answers that are given to them rather than just going with the flow.

I can no longer sit idly by and watch the destruction of the greatest nation in the world. Who has the guts to speak out with me?

Why in the hell do people find it necessary to cause me to have an exploding aneurysm just by their own little quirks. First off how dumb are they to think that these things are acceptable and are they still that dumb to think that well hell nobody minds. So here’s a partial list of people that ought to be set on fire and kicked from a moving semi-truck.

People who whistle in Public. God I can not describe the instant anger I get when I walk into a store or am trying to shop and some jack-off is whistling a merry tune! First off I don’t care if you’re happy I don’t. Keep it to your fucking self. ON that note you’re destroying my mood by giving me a splitting head-ache by having to listen to that high pitched sound for a extended period of time. I swear the next person that whistles when I’m in the store is getting 3/4 inch wrench smacked across their teeth.

Fat people that use the store scooters. I’m sure every one of us has had to get out of the way for the big ball of lard scooting down on a scooter because they’ve gotten so fat they don’t want to take the effort to carry their own baubles ass around any more. Folks you do remember the original intention of the store’s scooters don’t you. They were originally for people that had a busted leg or for the elderly who at their advanced age have a harder time getting around then some. Do those people get to use those things HELL NO! Why because the store only has two of them and the great big slobs outnumber everyone else in society have slurped their jelly belly’s into the chairs and are scooting around the store because God forbid they actually burn off a few calories. Just a side note if you’re looking to lose a few pounds parking further back in the parking lot when you run your errands will rack up a lot of burned calories in conjunction with a diet.

Getting back to the scooters though now the elderly have to walk around with at best mild arthritis in their hips so they get to shop in PAIN. Golly I hope they don’t have something worse with them that makes regular walking almost impossible but no they can’t have the scooter. Apparently getting old is the same as getting fat. The guy with the busted leg or severely screwed up leg well he’ll just have to hobble because couldn’t stop eating Big Mac’s needs the scooter more than him. These balls of lard should be deep fried like the food they keep sucking down.

The final group of low IQ morons that should have their eyes plucked out with a rusty fork are these people that back into a parking space. Folks I’m sure you’ve been driving and you get to the parking lot of your favorite store and you almost get into a wreck because some jackass just HAS to back into a parking space. Usually this person who’s family tree really resembles a wreath more than a tree is usually some redneck asshole driving a gigantic truck thinking he’s the most powerful thing in the world making everyone stop while he backs into the spot. Usually this waste of carbon is wearing a white t-shirt that hasn’t been washed in three days and wearing a baseball cap that says “get er done”

Doesnt this moron know that he’s holding up the whole fucking parking lot. And for what pourpose it’s easier to back out of a parking space. Or is it just because he knows he works a shitty job, has no real life or creativity outside of the best way to hide beer cans around the house that he does this activity for a fleeting glimpse of what it’s like to be important. I have an idea for these people or I’ll say guys. We take them and put them in a dirt arena and release ten pissed off and starving wolverines and if they can make it 5 minutes they win a lifetime supply of beer and steak. Not a big change from they’re normal diet. And they’re given a 30 minute show on  ESPN 6.

Well that’s pretty much what’s pissing me off today

Until next time folks

Warcopse

This post is to all the people that think it’s actually possible to waste water. IT’S NOT! You can waste your life, you can waste food, you can waste your life savings on hookers and gum, you can even waste space but you can’t waste water. No how, no way. Why? because the laws of physics! Matter can not be simply taken out all it can be is changed. Take when a forest burns to the ground. The matter that made up the trees isn’t gone forever just like that. It’s been changed into the simpler compounds it once was in the forms of carbon and nitrogen to name a few. Oh and all the water that was in the tree goes up into the pretty sky to eventually fall back down to earth.

When a person leaves the faucet on or waters their lawn the water that does down the drain or in the storm sewer is not wasted. It goes into great big pipes to a treatment plant that sends it back to all of us. The water that goes into the ground isn’t wasted either. After going into the ground it either comes back up to the surface, finds a underwater vein to grab onto or combines with other minerals to continue life on this planet.

Now maybe in the desert it might be a small problem. But here’s a novel concept MOVE OUT OF THE FUCKING DESERT! Come here to my state of Minnesota. We get flooded every damn year. We use water to clean off our driveways, sidewalks, houses, streets, almost everything else to. Why do we do this because we know that water can’t really be wasted, maybe. More likely it’s because we choose to live in a area that’s HOSPITIPLE to life as we know it! It’s a free country you can live where ever you want. You know the animals move away once the water dries up and the plants die off. Humans on the other hand are the only creatures that stay in a desolate wasteland.

In the end however it’s not possible to waste water it’s not. It violates one of the basic laws of physics and reality. To that end if you are so concerned about water  do what the animals usually do when the water dries up. MOVE!

Warcorpse

I’ve always appreciated the fact that here in America we have so many choices. Choices are what define this country. Pretty much. But d*mn if I’m not sick of it.

I hate going to the grocery store. I think the ridiculous amount of choices that are being shoved down our throats there is actually a conspiracy to get us to spend more time (and money) at the store, stress us out and ultimately drive us completely insane, so that we’ll have to then spend even more money at the pharmacy. They’re out to get us folks!

The other day my daughters wanted juice. No…grape juice, to be specific. God damn if there weren’t at least seven kinds of grape juice in the fridge. And that’s not even the juice aisle. I would have had to stand there freezing to death for at least fifteen minutes, looking at the ingredients to see which ones were actually grape juice, which ones had high fructose corn syrup as the first ingredient, which ones were a blend of apple, and various other juices with grape juice down at the bottom of the list of ingredients, which ones were made from concentrate, which ones weren’t….and so on and so forth. After ten minutes I said “f*ckit” out loud (they hate me at Walmart – I’ve become their most vocal shopper.. sorry all you anti-Walmartites for the fact that I shop at Walmart but I’m frugal and price does count in my world), and after this small but distinct vocalization which pretty much summarized my entire universe of feelings with regard to the world of choices available to me at the grocery store, I left with no grape juice in my cart.

There are just too damn many choices. I could go on and on. The water aisle is a mile long. It’s f**king WATER for Christ’s sake.

The snack aisle is ridiculous. How many salty, crunchy, fattening blends of high blood pressure can we come up with and press into a grease-fried wafer? And now they’ve doubled it by baking the wafer, for the more health-conscious of us. Too much!!!

And the cereal aisle. Holy shit on wheels. Forget about it. I don’t even know where to begin with that one. Toxic…that’s a start. Honestly, I’d like to invent cereals for a living. Sugarcoated Pudding Puzzle Pieces (construct your very own 500 piece puzzle while you eat!) …Alien Puffs from Hell (fortified with eight vitamins and minerals and your very own pet alien treasure hiding inside the box! Be careful; its alive!)…Frosted Dipped Whipped Bullshit Flakes, (send in three box tops and $9.99 NOW for your free after breakfast surprise candy-coated bullwhip. What could be more fun than a little after-breakfast breakfast?! Now dance bitch! But eat first.), o.k. I’m getting a little out-of-hand…but it would be sort of fun…

Anyways, so I finally came up with my own little rebellion. This could be sort of anti-climactic (after the cereal aisle) but it works for me. I refuse to buy bread. Ever again. The bread aisle exhausts me. It just kills me walking through that aisle. There are so many versions of bread in that aisle and none of them are real bread. They’re like a bunch of bread imposters, crouching in the shape of a loaf, hiding in plastic. And some of them are downright scary. They will last for six months without even looking old. I don’t trust bread that doesn’t get old. I don’t trust bread that gets rock hard before it molds.

So here it is. I call this my Anti-Too-D*mn-Many-Choices Bread Rebellion. Of course, I’m lazy so this rebellion is one that doesn’t take more than an ounce of work. And my time is precious (I mean, I need at least four hours a day to sit on my arse at my computer). In addition, I pretty much hate cleaning up. I HATE cleaning. This rebellion is a one bowl, no-flour-on-the-counter, to-hell-with-cleaning dealio. This is, in a word or two, the easiest rebellion in the world. I got it from youtube…the guy from the Sullivan Street Bakery in NY has decided to change the world with a bread coup d’état and I’m on board folks. Here’s the link:

I changed the recipe to suit my own particular tastes.

5 cups flour
1 tablespoon kosher salt
½ teaspoon dry yeast
2 ½ cups water
some honey (I don’t know; maybe three tablespoons give or take)

Mix the dry stuff, throw in the water. Blend til it’s blended. Cover with any old thing – a top to a pan works fine. Let it sit for 12 hours (or longer depending on when you can get to it). It takes two seconds to throw all that together and then I let it sit overnight, and bake it in the morning.

Stick the dough into a couple buttered loaf pans. Bake at 400 for forty minutes. It’s done. I don’t let it rise in the pans a second time…too d*mn much work…not to mention time. The cool thing is, you DON’T have to knead it (like I said, the perfect rebellion for lazy people), and it does get old in a normal amount of time, which is very reassuring in (I guess you could say) a subconscious, primal, Ma and Pa Ingalls, wholesome sort of way. And besides all that, there’s nothing that compares to the smell of fresh baked bread. Nothing!

Yay real food! And to hell with all those d*mn choices. Who needs so many choices when you have the real thing?

I live in a great country. Sometimes it’s hard to remember just how good I, as an American, have it. Sometimes it’s easier to revel in the constant bombardment of bad news and crises du jour. But for (at least) one hour every week I am reminded of the great people that do extreme good.

If you haven’t watched Extreme Makeover: Home Edition you are missing, in my opinion, a gigantic warm-fuzzy. For those of you that haven’t watched, and judging by their consistently high ratings you are a minority, the basic premise is simple: Find a deserving family and rebuild their crumbling, inadequate, and sometimes dangerous home with the help of community volunteers and business sponsors.

The stories are as varied as America itself; from children suffering from life-altering illnesses to families devastated by natural disasters. What makes each story so touching are the acts of selflessness, sacrifice and courage. Heroes, in their own right. Individuals and families that have seen past their own circumstances. A testament to the human spirit and the boundless dimensions of inspiration. A few of the stories have actually caused my eyes to leak.

What I find just as moving are the throngs of volunteers that show up every week to help their neighbors. I also applaud the corporations, and small businesses that donate goods and services to make the projects a success. With all the disparaging news, about unethical practices and what others deem exhorbitant greed, it’s refreshing to see and be reminded that our country would not be as great as it is without the kindness and charity of those that have the means, whether it be time or resources, to help their fellow man.

So call me what you will; be it sappy, idealistic or unrealistic. I will gladly tune in to the show that openly gloats on the citizenship of individuals and communities. I will listen to the stories of struggles and heroism, in whatever form they take. I will revel in the fact that people, as a whole, are good and when faced with a situation can accomplish extreme good.

I love builders. Usually their hot. Their strong. They’re good-looking. They don’t hesitate to act like men. But Goddamnit you mother f**kers are all the same. Maybe it’s the nature of your job and how it pays out – I’ll give you that, but you f**king NEVER pay your shit on time. I have some of good friends who are builders – one of them was even my best friend for a while so I say this with love and all due kindness…(Should have married him but he drank too much…not good for mommy to be around that shit all the time. But damn he made me laugh…Anyways.)

I have builders (a whole lot of good looking ones too) doing a little California Remodel on the house next to mine. I’m a nice neighborly gal so I don’t piss about the fact that last summer they downed a cable cord and left it running across my lawn all summer, still attached to whatever the damn f**king mechanism is that it’s attached to on their house, which they’re tearing down (well, on their lawn at that point). Pain in the ass every time I mowed my lawn. I don’t say a word when they use my yard as a storage f**king facility, putting a heaping massive pile of big ass decorative rocks in my yard, instead of their own, which has plenty of room for it. I say nothing about the goddamn coil of drainage shit tubing they also decide to store in my yard. I’m ok with it. I have a big yard, I can deal. I say nothing when I spend a little time almost every day last summer cleaning the motherf**king silver house wrap, or insulation shit out of my yard as it rips loose from their half-way demolished house and blows into my yard. I keep my lips zipped tight about having to mow around the tacky, orange plastic fence that they’ve put up (to keep their mess inside their yard), but which has decided to wander aimless into my yard, along with the heaps of shit that have been bulldozed over the property line, along with it.

When they’ve stripped the house down to it’s bear bone absolutely gorgeous wood frame – probably old growth (??) from the early 1870’s, I stop and converse about that beautiful wood and how I’d be happy to take it off their hands if they’re planning on trashing it. Many pleasantries.

Winter arrives. One day as I am half-way out the door, just before Christmas, someone ( a good looking builder, but too young for me) stops by in a panic. Can they PLEASE use my electricity – they’ll pay my bill in exchange. Fine. I need a contract (I say. I’ve been f**ked with before.) They give me a card and I oblige them because I’m in a goddamn hurry for a dinner I can’t be late for. They use my electric. I watch as the bills come and go. I stop by their office every time I get a bill. They say they’ll be happy to pay. I’m really nice, almost apologetic. Backup. After the first bill, they said they thought the understanding was that they pay just the electric – not the gas, since that was all they were using. Fine. I say. That’s fair. But you pay the whole thing this month because that was my understanding.

They pay a trickle here, a trickle there. I feel like a beggar every time I go down to their office.

Meanwhile they’ve parked their trailer in my back yard. No comments from them. No apologies. No, “gee, would you mind if we used up a little space in your yard…?” Nothing. I let it slide because I’m a nice f**king girl and I don’t get out back much in the winter.

Now it’s yesterday. I get a shut-off notice from my good friends down at Excel. I’m pissed. I make all necessary copies, pay what I have to pay to keep it from getting shut off, pull their f**king plug, and walk next door.

“Whose in charge?” Even as I’m speaking I see him. “Take this. I’ve run out of patience.” I hand him a copy of the shut-off notice and a list of figures I managed to scrap out in my anger, and then leave, mumbling “f**king bitches” as I walk away. I’m proud of myself. I did all of that without a single one of them knowing what a disdainfully fowl mouth I have. No one heard the F or the P word. I was still being civil.

I go for a drive to chill out. They all go home, Can’t work without electric. When I get back, just out of curiosity I look around back to see if they have replugged in. Sure enough. I f**king pull that shit out and turn off the electric to that outlet at the source. F**king little bitches. No god damn respect. No consideration. No f**king courtesy.

Today after work, I notice they’ve got a generator running. Doing insulation. Don’t need much electric for that. I drive down the street and walk into their office, and I sprinkle it full of pretty little swear words. I tell them I need a check NOW. I tell them how much the electric bill was since January 21, which was the only figure I got over the phone when I called in a panic to keep them from disconnecting. Roughly $250.

They say, “We’ve got you a check. Oh wait… we had it figured at about $400+” I tell him that I didn’t get ALL the details, just the ones since the 21^st of January.” I said I paid what needed to get paid to keep that shit from getting turned off, and I need the money for the rest NOW. (God damnitt)

“Oh, so you paid it. So we need to write this out to you?”

“Sure. Whatever.” Either way it’s going to the electric company.

So, get this: he writes out another check. I’m halfway to the bank before I notice that he stiffed me $250 f**king dollars.” I f**king have to go all the way back and embarrass both of us by asking why the f**k, if he did the goddamn math, he was stiffing me $250 f**king dollars just because he thought he could get away with it because the figure I gave him was lower than all his f**king math. F*8king god damn builders. They’re all the same. (sorry all you builders that have integrity). His office is many shades of shit as I leave one last time.

On my way out, I tell him that if he needs any further use of my electric, he pays that shit in advance and when his money runs out, I unplug, and he can come to me with another god damn check. I’m done running around.

I get to the bank with the new check for the full amount. As I’m handing it to the cashier I notice it’s post dated for tomorrow, the 20th.

“So is that going in today or tomorrow?” I ask the cashier, showing her the check. Thank GOD she has the decency to do her job and ask someone who actually knew the answer to that question, instead of just spouting something off about it going in the day it was deposited (like she started to do). And guess what I found out.

I found out that that mother f**king check would have been returned because of the post date. F**king shit ass builders. Don’t even try to tell me that motherf**ker hadn’t worked that one out. He probably does it with every f**king check he writes.

“You can either deposit it tomorrow, or go ahead and use the ATM; right now. The date on the ATM just changed to the 20^th,” the nice banker tells me.

So builders, I understand that things are hard, stressful, tight money, deadlines, permits, f**king this and f**king that. But when someone is kind enough to extend the courtesy to let you use their f**king electric, pay attention to the fact that they are doing you a god damn courtesy and PAY THE GODDAMN MOTHERF**KING BILL ON TIME. (you little bitches).

It’s true! Just because you have some douche bag request and a pocket full of money, that does not make it anyone’s responsibility to make anything happen for you. 

If someone is hired to provide a service to you, such as making and/or serving food, you should count yourself lucky such a person even exists! We are workers, not prostitutes. We’re in the thick of this shit because we have to, or because we’re too lazy to do anything else. If the latter is the case, then fine, file a complaint, but don’t act like it’s our job to powder your ass just because you were too lazy to do it yourself. 

WE ARE THE PEOPLE IN CHARGE OF YOUR FOOD!

Don’t treat us like a bunch of incompetent assholes (even though some of us are)!  You wouldn’t piss off your doctor before a prostate exam, would you? Where the fuck does anyone get the idea that it’s alright to anger anyone preparing something you’re about to put into your body?! Keep in mind in at all times that the more shit you give us, the more shit you’ll receive. 

Furthermore, if you’ve received shitty service, or your order was botched, keep two things in mind:

1. Things get busy at places like that, and we’re only fucking human! Mistakes happen! Imagine if every time you fucked up in some little way, some angry asshole called your home and yelled at you, belittled your intelligence, and told you to go fuck yourself. Or worse yet, someone else in your home fucked up and you had to get bitched out for it! 
2. NO ONE GIVES A SHIT IF YOU’RE GOING TO STOP ORDERING FROM THEIR STORE! Unless they’re one of the top bosses in the place, if you tell someone that you’re not ordering food from them again, they’re probably thinking “Good riddance to bad blubber!”

You’re not as important as you think you are you egocentric little fuck head! You’re not a toddler anymore, you should be over that shit! Your money is going to the company that we hate and pays us too little, not us. If it was us taking your money, your actions might be a tad more excusable. No matter what price you’re paying, no matter how bad your food was, no matter any of it, WE ARE BEING DICKED WORSE THAN YOU! Plain and simple. The life of a “food service representative” is bad enough without your grandiose douchebaggery, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET IN LINE!

Atlanta has always been a city teetering at a crossroads. From

 a once bustling gateway for the determined spirits of pioneers traveling both north and south, to a new and evermore vibrant modern day intersection for the entire world, innovation is truly in the DNA of this city. People traveling near and far are simply drawn to this unique southern capital that crouches enticingly, deep down into an emerald valley of spacious rolling hills. And no one personality has come to truly represent the unofficial brand of this city more so than Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. It is here in his very own hometown that I believe that Dr. King had in mind to deliver to the whole world his ultimate dream of the creation of The Beloved Community. We live in a city that does not need to create a brand for itself; it already has one. It just needs to be fulfilled that’s all.

Today, Dr. King’s enormous egalitarian spirit has been embraced throughout the world as a singular symbol of spiritual probity and ‘agape love’.  Indeed, in death Dr. King has become somewhat elevated to a kind of unofficial sainthood right before our eyes, as travelers have ventured during just the last few years, from places all over the planet uniquely drawn to a solitary pilgrimage, making their way to Atlanta, in order to visit the tomb of this modern day Prince of Peace.  As a result, today King’s Tomb is one of the most traveled destinations in the world.

Naturally, it would appear that no greater opportunity has existed than the present, for Atlanta to truly embrace a brand of its own (The Beloved Community). Marta (The Metro Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority) and the enormous hospitality industry here which employs more than 55,000 people, both of these entities would seem to naturally act as a kind of concierge for people traveling from every corner of the world.  And no greater vehicle exists than can be found through encouraging these industries to take a fresh look at their level of customer service; because frankly, this city has some of the worst customer service in the entire nation. What is clearly missing is the kind of training that puts the focus squarely upon an understanding that —-“customer service actually begins in the Back of the House!”

In other words beloved, the Marta attendant that for all intents and purposes appears to be thoroughly gracious to the tourist that comes to town has not necessarily been fully trained. You would be surprised to know just what people will attempt to get away with when they think that nobody is watching! It is how he treats the “regulars” whom he interacts with on a daily basis that actually will determine the “organizations overall level of customer service”. What this means is that the young college student who appears to have great skills on the dining room, as she graciously servers her guests, still cannot be fully invested in being at her best if she is constantly in disagreement with the cook she works with on a daily basis on the other side of the dining room door. This is because no matter what, you simply cannot entirely ‘fake the funk!’ The two attitudes are totally inconsistent with one another, and sooner or later this will be shown in a decline of service and a measurable loss of revenue. You can notice this divergence in industry after industry all throughout the city. This Blog then is dedicated to you the consumer. It is for those moments when you just want to speak out or yell even, because of a terrible experience you have had with customer service. This is where you can tell your story. Because the only way that we can fix these companies and help Atlanta to become the city that it was meant to be, is to put purveyors of poor customer service on full blast!

                                                                                                                      TSA