Watching Gordon Dill say asinine things about the weather and waiting for the Kaiser to wake. I’m pretty sure that the kid has an ear infection, which means an hour-long trip to the doctor for a four-minute visit and a prescription for antibiotics. I’m resisting the urge to rant about the state of heath care. Resisting. The. Urge.
Ya know what? Fuck it. I’ve been nursing a wicked bad mood for about a week now. Rant tiiiiiiime.
- Health Care
And people that somehow find the current system workable. And people that disagree with the system, offer their well-thought reasons for disagreeing with the proposed reforms but have NO BETTER ALTERNATIVES.
Here’s my idea: Grab your pitchforks (you fucking crazy rednecks), pop open your Natty Lights and enjoy a nice mumble session how Obama is ruining the country. From your own front porch. 😀
I want my vaccination and I want it now. So I call Cole’s pediatrician. No, they don’t know when they’ll get the vaccination. No idea. But – they do have the regular flu shot, available on Saturday clinics. I ask if we can come in this Saturday. No, they’re all booked up. For two weeks. Superb. You know what? We’re going rogue. No vaccinations. We’ll build up some immunity (and perhaps barricade ourselves in our home through March 2010).
I hate it. I hate everything about it. A bunch of overpaid, undereducated jerkoffs running around a field blitzin’ each other and junk. What? Really? People waste hours (days?) of their lives watching this drivel. Pick up a book. Have a conversation. (Mr. Whipkey, this applies to all BUT you.) The amount of money they’re paid? Appalling. You, football fan, should be appalled. While teachers, police officers, nurses, writers (*ahem*), yada – while they get paid jack, these assholes make bank.*
- Being Hot
No, I’m not talking about my striking good looks. Haaaa. The heat is on in my house. I turn it off during the day. But when we come home from work and school, it’s roasting. Scorching. Steamy. Yeah. And I refuse to turn on the air conditioning. It’s principle. So we suffer. I open the doors. I turn on the overhead fans. And the Kaiser looks at me like he’s being mistreated. Too bad, kid. Put on some shorts and suck it up. AC is off for the season.
- Rude People
Are people particularly rude lately? I think they are. I think it’s getting WORSE. Humans are selfish, grabby and mean. And I’m going Amy Alkon. Mark my words. The next person that’s rude to me is being invoiced for my time and trouble and irritation.
OK, I feel better. You probably feel worse. I’m sorry for that. Here, have a nice picture:
Peace, Love & BE FUCKING NICE,
*Yes, I know they’re not all jerks. And I know they’re not all uneducated. I still hate it. And it’s still ridiculous. So don’t. Even. Bother.