Murica
They call it paradise, I don’t know why.
As usual I had to work on independence day… could have switched with someone to have it off today if I wanted to, but I don’t mind the extra money while working with one of my favorite co-workers. Plus unlike the others I managed to get out before the mad rush. :trollface:
I watched people around me, customers and employees alike all dressed for the holiday. Wearing clothes and jewelry that reflect the holiday, shirts saying “American and Proud”, which I can’t deny are two things I have a hard time being and feeling at the same time over these last couple of years.
It’s hard for me to have any sense of pride relating to my country when I have to wake up every day and read about something embarrassing, depressing, and various acts of stupidity with a high chance of them all being rolled together into one cancerous growth. It’s hard to celebrate independence when you have to read, or even deal with the established inequality we so desperately seem to crave, and forcing it onto unwilling participants, all to make themselves feel relevant in their own shitty day to day lives. Then you have the people who couldn’t give two shits about current events and our world. People are being shot? Kids are being separated by their parents and being sent to camps? The trade war may have an impact on sending gifts to your international friends? It doesn’t effect me, therefore it shouldn’t effect anyone else.
I too try to keep myself distracted, usually by what I blog about here, it helps keep me somewhat sane in an insane world; That and it’s unhealthy to keep glued to all of these stories knowing you can’t really do anything to change the situation. It also doesn’t help being surrounded by apathetic people who would rather continuously bury their heads in their smartphones instead, only relying on word of mouth, or one news source entirely for their news just leads me to more depression. Unlike them I have to at least recognize what we’re doing, and how morally bankrupt it is.
I know I’m not the only one that thinks this way. There are other websites and blogs that I frequent that are finding it hard or even pointless to celebrate. On one they did mini posts of the constitution, on another there was an upside down flag, signaling distress.
My country doesn’t fill me with pride, but at least I can say I have enough of my own knowing I didn’t vote for this to happen. We need more younger people to do the same.
Happy 4th
Almost anything today will be happier than yesterday. I’d rather not go into full detail about it, but yesterday was full of weirdo tourists, weirdo locals, and a bunch of people that didn’t want to work because they caught the millennial holiday flu.
To celebrate Murica’ day I give you our national anthem as per Broforce.
What a day…
My attempt to sleep last night was met with failure due to some aches and pains. I only managed to sleep between moments when the painkillers did their dirty work. So for my first day back I was already exhausted.
Then afternoon hits and while I’m on my first break I heard there was an accident in our parking lot (and later on I heard it was on the crosswalk in front of the store so I’m not sure which location it happened in). Apparently a pedestrian got hit by a car, and from the sound of it the person in the car didn’t even stop because they really wanted that parking space. To make matters worse they blamed the pedestrian for not moving fast enough… An ambulance arrived on scene to take the poor guy away, but it was too late. We got a call back stating that he didn’t even make it to the hospital, he died not long after the accident. If all of this is true then this is downright manslaughter and hopefully this asshat gets their just desserts. It’s pretty sad that some people value a parking space or an object over the life of a living person. How we’ve fallen as a society.
Then I passed an asshole I didn’t really want to talk to (not to me but to people I do care about). But on the brightside I got off work early, but I couldn’t call home because our answer machine wasn’t working. So I ended up cruising the web waiting for a ride. I would have walked but it was pissing down rain and I didn’t want my laptop to get wet.
The first thing I did when I got home was jump into some PJ’s, make some berry tea and boot up Linux. I just finished eating a very bacon oriented dinner and now I’m contemplating some rest to make up for what I lacked today. Sleep away the terrible things and try to move in a more positive direction.
Get the duck out of here.
I’m really getting sick and tired of the Duck Dynasty thing. Lots of people in town (including co-workers) were extremely pissed off about Phil Robertson being thrown off the air, and have been rejoicing his triumphant return ever since but are still pissed off at how they would even think of oppressing a fellow Christian for his beliefs. One of my co-workers decided to ask my opinion on the situation which would prove later to be a mistake. I kept it light, basically telling him that they’re fakes. I explained to him the picture I found of them 11 years ago before the beards, and how it was obvious that they grew them out for TV. He defended that by saying “People do different things for TV” and I said “Yes, but it’s supposed to be a ‘reality’ show”, and then he tried to tell me that it was wrong for them to take him off the air because of “one thing”. Why are these people only focusing on the gay comment and not this comment:
“I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I’m with the blacks, because we’re white trash. We’re going across the field…. They’re singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, ‘I tell you what: These doggone white people’—not a word!… Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues.”
I imagine that if I brought up this bit about marrying girls as young as 15 or 16 it would also fall on deaf ears. Yes, Phil Robertson mentioned this back in 2009 at a Christian retreat.
“They got to where they’re getting hard to find, mainly because these boys are waiting ’til they get to be about 20 years old before they marry ’em,” Robertson says in a video clip that resurfaced Monday. “Look, you wait ’til they get to be 20 years old, the only picking that’s going to take place is your pocket. You got to marry these girls when they are about 15 or 16. They’ll pick your ducks.”
Yeah, you wanna marry them while they don’t know the world from outside your toolshed. It doesn’t end there either:
“Make sure that she can cook a meal. You need to eat some meals that she cooks, check that out. Make sure she carries her Bible. That’ll save you a lot of trouble down the road,” he said.
It’s funny reading this then having to listen to people complain about how his religious beliefs got him thrown off of A&E. Yes, everyone knows that Christians in America are the most oppressed. All 70% of them… 🙄