Kids, Congress, and an Overture

11 Jan

I very nearly stomped the cashier at Wal-Mart yesterday afternoon. I almost regret not having done so. I was not aware that cashiers were allowed to leave their registers to wander about the front end of the store while the customer waited for the completion of a transaction.

Damn. I bag my purchases or at least help since I carry reusable bags. I smile and say thank you. But I don’t expect to have to wait while the cashier carries out some unknown agenda that has nothing to do with my purchase.

I will avoid Wal-Mart from now on. I stopped shopping there a few years ago and actually avoided it for months on end. I was lulled into a return. No more. It will be the rare occasion again, not a weekly ordeal.

Young people today ain’t got no respect.

OMG. I’ve become my mother. There must be a mistake. Please don’t tell me it’s mine. I’m vulnerable.

I watched a woman half my age deliver a brief editorial on today’s ‘kids’ and congress and the similarities betwixt the two. Her comparison led to the conclusion that both were staggeringly guilty of <gasp> too much ego and not enough accountability.

Well we know that’s true for Congress for sure! There are no consequences for congressional bad behavior. The egotistical assholes can do no wrong.

Try writing a letter to your congress-person expressing an opinion differing from his/her own. There’s this cute little way they have of expressing their gratitude for your contact and how important it is to consider all their constituent’s…and you know they couldn’t give a sh*t less. I’m pretty sure they never get the message personally. One of their aides reads it, determines that it is not related to the Congress-person’s agenda or personal beliefs, prints a standard reply letter and that’s the end of it. The poor, the tired, and the huddled masses can’t win against their self-images.

We are so screwed.  Common courtesy is on the way out the door. There are no consequences. A plethora of misinformation and downright lies are tossed about routinely. We might just be in butt deep with the creek is rising.

Wait a minute. Look at the diversity of the 113th Congress. There are more women. There is a Buddhist. There is an openly gay member. Slowly the Good Ol Boys are being replaced!

Is the fat lady singing? Can you hear a faint refrain? Okay, I’ll settle for an overture, just a couple of notes?

I am absolutely giddy with anticipation.

Run, Hillary, run.

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