I’m really shocked by our news providers in the United States.
I guess I should be thankful that we have them at all, but, then again, one has to question the news they choose to provide.
It’s kind of like saying,
“Hey, there’s a new restaurant going up on the corner …
oh, it’s a McDonalds. Bleck!”
For example, take early this week. There were multiple disasters on which to report. The Gaza Strip War continued, Hurricane Bertha hit the Bahamas, two hurricanes were aimed at Hawaii, mudslides in the San Bernadina Valley in California stranded thousands, a Chinese earthquake and mudslide killed more than 300, a tornado hit the major metro area of Istanbul, Turkey, and a Bangladesh ferry collapsed with more than 200 on board (over 100 remain missing). You might think those would be the top stories that the news agencies would cover.
Then again, you must remember the mentality of the modern day newscaster in the states.
Instead, these were some of the top stories being covered:
1) Guess what America’s top ten party schools are
(if you’re sober enough to guess, you’re not attending one),
2) Sandra Bullock is Hollywood’s highest paid actress
(at least outside of the porn industry),
3) Rare lobster rescued from grocery store
(get ready for another “hero” story to arrive soon),
4) Joan Rivers shows her softer side
(no, she didn’t bare her butt),
… and who could forget the most important story of the week …
5) 51% of Americans don’t like their Congressmen
(this is new news???).
This goes along with my philosophy that we are raising future generations of stupid people in the United States through environmental conditioning. Since most educated people are waiting until later in life to have children, the uneducated are the ones creating a major population boom. Soon, they'll all be looking to the educated saying, "How the hell do we feed all these kids we have?" And, when the educated look at them and say, "You should have thought of that when you were pumping like rabbits", the uneducated will retaliate with violence and kill them. We will have come full circle and return to the days of the cavemen!
Like I said, “Stupid people!”
But, most of them can play video games like they’re going out of style!!!
(And, I’m not talking Pac Man or Donkey Kong!)
Perhaps, one day, the world’s future will be decided by kids playing video games. There’s already been a movie somewhat based on that concept called “Ender’s Game.” A group of selected youth play a game that ends up almost completely disposing of another world’s population. Harrison Ford portrays a character that could just about be classified as a bad guy.
Damn, there went my respect for Hans Solo!
Could this be a near future scenario? Could we use kids as warriors and push the adults into the background? Could video game processes and operation be a college degree area in the years ahead?
Or, could there just be an exceptional number of teenage carpel tunnel patients awaiting free medical assistance from the O-Bam-Bama's of the future?
If the doctors treating it are as educated as their patients, we might as well pull out the old “Operation” game of the 60’s, 70's and 80’s and hope we don’t touch the edge of the incisions with the metal tweezers! ZZZZZZZZZZZZap!!!!!!"
|If you remember this game, you are definitely |
over the hill ... get used to it!
Anyway, I’ve been away from Ten Things of Thankful for a while. In other words, I’ve been too damn busy at work to take the time to write. (Shame when that happens, isn’t it?) But, in complete disregard of popular opinion, I’m making my return here today.
My sis, Lizzi, has been very understanding of my absence (she doesn’t read my stuff either, so don’t feel bad) and has not been whipping me with the cat ‘o nine tails as often as she once did. (Guess she’s getting to old and the arthritis is affecting her swing.) It’s been nice, but every once in a while, I have to return just to pester everyone with my version of being thankful.
So, without further ado, let the pestering begin!!!
“Hell, I guess I’m gonna have to be thankful for…”
|I like that young stuff ... well, I used to |
like that young stuff ... well I kind of
remember liking that young stuff ...
damn, too many drugs!
1) Charles Manson. Since the late 60’s, Charlie has been a constant reminder about the end of the Peace, Love, Dove Generation. After manipulating others through drugs and mind control techniques, he persuaded several members of “The Family” to go on a two night killing spree that left seven dead. We have seen movies, read books, and seen interviews for over 40 years concerning the events and trial. One would think that enough would be enough.
Fooled you! Charlie again enters the news again as he’s found true love. A 25 year old young lady has fallen for the 79 year old prisoner. Fallen, so hard, that there is talk of wedding bells in the air. However, let us not be whisked away by a tale of romance just yet.
Let’s think about this.
- There are no conjugal visits in California prisons for convicted murderers, so she never has to worry about his saggy ass pumping her, if he could even get it up!
- Manson’s name and trademark are worth millions. Even though he hasn’t been able to capitalize on it while in jail, there’s no reason why she couldn’t after the old bastard kicks the bucket! Do we see Cupid’s arrows being replaced with dollars signs in the eyes of the beloved?
- Sounds like a reality show in the making. “How my heart was broken by a man I could never touch.” I think it’s got the Jersey bunch shaking with fear as they worry about the ratings war!
So, thank you, Charlie! Thank you for being the one asshole in the world that every stupid person can look up to and say, “See mom, if I don’t go to school, treat people like dirt and manipulate everyone I can, and get people to kill for me, I could be just like him!”
And Charlie, stay away from Honey Boo Boo!!!
2) Ice Cream Bars. Don’t ask me why. Just open the package on one and go to town on it. You’ll soon understand. (Just stay away from Walmart’s Ice Cream Sandwiches. They’re known to survive the fires of Hell without melting, which really makes one wonder if we’re talking Ice Cream or asbestos here!)
3) The movie “Noah.” I never knew there were giant stone creatures in the tale of Noah’s ark. “God, please, tell me what else was left out of the Bible before Hollywood
surprises me again!”
4) The Ebola Disease. We need a
killer virus to kill off half the stupid people in the world. This may just be it!
|Ebola Virions ... looks kind of like the|
inside of the Aliens pod hive, doesn't it?
Where's Sigourney Weaver anyway?
Now, the story goes that Ebola was confined to a small space in West Africa. People that caught it were dying without fail. So, what does the State Department decide to allow? Of course, let’s bring this Ebola to the United States and treat infected personnel here! We can’t keep individuals from stealing jets and crashing into skyscrapers, but we can easily contain germs we cannot see! Duhhhhhhh! (I seriously hope the decision makers in this are the first to go!)
I would love to see all of our beloved (?) politicians make personal appearances with those that are infected. Why, they can even pledge their life insurance money to furthering the research of a cure for this dreaded alien Ebola. And, let’s not forget allowing all CEO’s that have multi-million dollar buy-outs in their contracts an opportunity to take every infected individual a sample of their products and personally explain how they can benefit by them.
Making the world a better place is really easy, isn’t it?
6) Diet A&W Cream Soda. Again, “I don’t know why I love you like I do, I don’t know why I just do….”
(Excuse me while I belch.)
5) NFL Preseason Games. No one cares who wins since the results don’t count on the official record. So, how dare they call them games! All they’re actually doing is practicing against someone they don’t see every day so when the coaches get ready to fire a bunch of these guys they’ll have an excuse to do it. However, the common male viewer also benefits as he has a chance to practice his “Yes, Dears” while perfecting his wife ignoring skills before the real season starts! (Now that's a REAL Game!!!!)
7) Papa John’s Pulled Pork Barbecue Pizza. Add onions to the regular toppings and you’ve got a constipation creator for days!!! (Hell, if you’re lactose intolerant, go to Subway and tell them, “No Cheese, Please!”)
|This was taken during my fat |
and stupid years. Guess What?
I'm no longer fat!!
9) Good friends with computer repair skills. Okay, so I did the stupid thing and bought a new PC a couple of weeks ago after having used a laptop with two multi input USB input hubs for months. And, “Yes”, I hate Windows 8.
(Just for the record.)
(Just for the record.)
However, I did find a friend that diagnosed and fixed my old computer for a very minimal fee. Now I have three laptops and two PC’s to rely on. All I need to do is grow a few more sets of hands and eyes and I’ll be able to visit and comment on blogs the way I used to do before the 70 hour work weeks became the norm. (“Yes, dear, I’m happy I have a job. Yes, dear, it’s bringing in money. Yes, dear, football is on right now.”)
10) Tattoos. Some people love ‘em, some people hate ‘em, and some of us could care less about them. There’s a new report stating that in addition to the usual infections and problems they can create (Hepatitis, staph infections, and the super bug known as MRSA), some of the ink now being used can carry extreme bacterial infections.
|Eye Candy For The Ladies!|
So, if you enjoy fevers, shaking chills and sweats, and possible circulatory and heart problems, go ahead and get that flaming Satan devil inside of the blooming, burning flower being held in Garfield’s groin, tramp stamp tattoo. You’re supporting the tattoo industry, as well as the medical industry at the same time, and they thank you for it! Cha-Ching!!!
|Eye Candy For The Guys!|
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That wraps up another edition of my version of Ten Things Of Thankful. If you enjoyed this, I thank you and hope that you’ll take a few minutes to leave a glowing and wondrous comment. If you felt this uncalled for, well, just wait until my next installment. I tend to grow more sarcastic with age!