It always amazes me how absolutely stupid businesses and marketers are. You’d think they’d get a clue…but they don’t. Well, here it is spelled out: It’s MY telephone. I pay for it. You don’t. That means that it’s MY tool, MY communication device, to use when I wish. It is NOT your ticket to my ear. If and when YOU start paying the bill, maybe then you have a right to use it…but I won’t be listening. Same with my email, and the same with my life. Go suck something toxic. Oh, and, just so you know, the more messages you leave, the more spam you send, the more junk mail and packages you leave in my real mailbox and at my front door, the more you receive bad marks and bad press, and, psst, everybody knows word of mouth advertising, bad or good, is the very best advertising money CAN’T buy. *snicker* Ah…Facebook folks? You might take a page from this for yourself. Don’t think your solicitations go unnoticed. They don’t. They get you LOADS of bad press.
Category: Grimace & Giggle
Abortion Versus The Save Every Fetus Crowd
I’m certainly more in favor of pregnancy prevention than abortion, but I’m totally against having a woman carry a fetus to term who, A) doesn’t want it, and/or B) can’t afford it. I think abortion for those who desire it NEEDS to be an option in an enlightened society. We don’t need to go back to “back alley” abortions, something that killed my grandmother when her husband, my grandfather, threatened to leave her if she got pregnant again. Of course, she got pregnant again because good ol’ granddad couldn’t keep it in his pants and blamed HER for getting pregnant because of his lust.
Anti-abortion folks hold their misguided sense of saving babies for JEEESUS or whatever god-head they claim as sacrosanct savior. Yet, they same folks decry payments to welfare moms.
Anti-abortion folks need to “put it back in their pants,” “it” being their religious-based insistence that we all, every last one of us, need to follow their sense of moral code and ethics. No we don’t. You’re extremists, fanatics, and completely irrational, proven by your dissonant positions which holds that, while abortion shouldn’t happen at all, regardless of circumstance, that supporting the resulting unwanted child is not your financial and social problem.
Why are American’s Angry?
Whether you’re a right winger, a left-winger, a progressive, regressive, or even *gasp* an independent/centrist/middle-of-the-roader–heck, enven if you’re a fence-sitter–I bet, like me, you’re mad as hell at the state of our union.
1 ) Not enough good paying jobs of any sort to go around for people who want to work.
2 ) Too many illegal aliens, a lot of them bad apples, entering this country.
3 ) Too many illegal aliens willing to work for low wages in this country making it a boon to employers who want cheap labor.
4 ) Too many employers getting away with hiring illegal aliens, abusing them, and paying them wages a dog couldn’t eat on.
5 ) Too many Wall Streeters making money by trading off American livelihoods.
6 ) Too many media moguls slanting everything to benefit their bottom line instead of doing their jobs of reporting unslanted news.
7 ) Too many stupid laws that concern things best left up to the individual.
8 ) Too many good laws being ignored and violated because it pays somebody’s bottom line.
9 ) Criminals walking around free with open access to guns and explosives while law-abiding citizens are denied the right to carry weapons.
10 ) Too much focus by elected officials on getting re-elected instead of doing their jobs.
Add your own below.
Love VS Lust Discernment Problems?
I just saw this Facebook ad: “A story chronicling the college years of a young woman as she struggles to distinguish love from lust.” I am just laughing my **** off. So young women today don’t know the difference between love and lust? Really? You can’t tell when it’s your pheromones kicking that’s getting you “hot” versus when it’s your heart and mind that truly admires and desires to be with someone forever? That’s really sad. But, then, I suppose that’s been true of a lot of girls and women who put sex as high on their list of priorities versus friendship. Here’s a hint: marry your best friend…after living together for a few years, of course, to make sure the relationship really is a “forever” thing. And don’t have kids until that marriage has made it without them for a solid five years.
Hide It; Mute It
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
Those words come often to my ears from others–particular others–others who wish I didn’t speak my mind, others who wish I didn’t post my honest thoughts about life, humans, and the world. These “others” are, to a body, very adept at not speaking their minds, not posting their thoughts, and at hiding their feelings on any given matter under palliative grunts and meaningless obfuscating verbiage…except around me. In a word, when it comes to speaking their true thoughts on something to someone who might not agree or like what they have to say, they’re wimps, one and all, preferring to let everyone think them in agreement.
Well, that’s not me, not my way–never has been, never will be. I’m the fresh air girl. I’m the “expose the mildew to the sunshine” person. I’m a believer that, when it comes to honesty about things I find to be important, say it straight and right out loud.
Now, that doesn’t mean that I think that some troglodyte with an I.Q. down in the 30’s needs to hear that they’re dumber than a fence post. However, when someone has the capacity to understand and comprehend, then, yes, they should be told the truth. It doesn’t have to be done cruelly, not unless they themselves deserve such treatment (Can you say ‘Palin’?). It does need to be said, though, especially when not saying something will result in further destructive behavior. To do less is a disservice to them, oneself, and to the world, in my opinion.
So, we don’t see eye to eye on this subject. But then we don’t see eye to eye on my hanging out undergarments to dry on the line, either. They think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s perfectly fine, not in the front yard, perhaps, but certainly in one’s own backyard. I mean, gee, everybody (of the right sex) wears bras, and absolutely everybody does wear underwear…or at least most do, right? I’m sure we’ve all seen these items before…in the stores, at least, true? So what’s so embarrassing?
Oddly enough, these same folks, and there are truly several I deal with regularly, don’t have a problem with me hanging out sexy lingerie, go figure. It’s the brassieres and underwear they have a problem with. It’s the honest opinions and sometimes controversial, even antagonizing, thoughts I speak they want muted.