Tirade day

So, "update your blog" the wife says, "I don't want to have to look at your man boobs" she tells me... So today is tirade day. I'm too lazy to blog my new lure that I bought... It's my first one and it's called a fuzzy bugger. or something like that. In fly fishing parlance it's suppose to be the baloney of the trout fishing world. or would it be duct tape?... Good for all occasions. that will be later when i'm in a better mood.

Tirade time:
So, i like emailing and i like my friends that send me emails. But every once in awhile I'll get a chain email that will really make me piss blood! Argh. So i'm reading about a time in the past and some old geezer is waxing poetic about eating raw hamberger, not keepping proper cutting board etiquette and cross contaminating eggs, mayonaise, and lettuce and on and on and on w/out getting e.coli etc. and more stuff about how great the good old days were and how bad and evil it is now. Well dumbass (not my friend but the poetic waxer) I got... 3 words for you... 3 Hundred Million... that's how many people are living in this fricken country. Do you even now why e.coli is so prevelent in the meat packing industry? or even know why we have giardia and can't be sipping the local lake run off? when you were a wee one there probably was only about less than a hunderd million people in this country. and you ask what's wrong with us now? 300 million people. all these people need to eat, shit, sleep, bathe, work, and clothes themselves... and uh, something has got to give...DUH! I bet there are some native american indians that can wax poetic too about the pre pale face era... running naked and killing bears and buffalo oh so nice.

You can almost say that yeah, the past was great. But that's the problem. It was so great that it made people want to screw more and viola 300 million people. You fouled your own nest and now you complain about it. Well, it aint your mess because you are going to die soon. On behalf of my kids FYou very much... Who, God willing will be fit, smart, and bright enough to not be a fat arse playing nintendo all day eating doughnuts and saying how great the past was.

I hope I'm not a parent pushing for the government to control the dispensing of soda pop at schools because I (the parent) don't have the fortitude to say "no" to my kid(s).

I hope I'm not a parent that complains or blames the shcool that the reason why my kid is fat is because the schools removed recess and P.E.. No, i'm affraid my kid is fat because i'm fat and I like to IM and Chat and watch tv. And oh, if my kid has 100 dollar shoes, I'm to blame for that as I can't tell my kid no (again).

I hope many things. but most of all I hope as a collective our society will hold our younger generation accountable for their actions.... Yeah you dumbass skateboarder who leaves your grinding rail in the middle of the street, if I see that dumbass contraption in the middle of the road (again) I'm going to have to ask your parents to do something about it. why must the neighbor admonish the kid? Mom, Pops, you there? You bought the dumb arse thing for him, at least make him put it away! I'm tired of the blatant dis-respect of this society. It's gonna have to stop. But I'm affraid I'm living in my own star trek world...again. People in general are discourtious and dumb. Ugh. end of tirade.

live long a prosper... but not too much as we already got 300 million... use some birth control or control in general. and perhaps maybe not too long in living. Get that deathrate up you know...
I guess i should come up with a new saying... Live fast and screw less.

piece!
lja