Movie Reference Wisdom #1 - My Personal Mantra

Do or Do Not, There Is No Try. - Yoda

How very true.

Misconceptions of the Human Condition #8 - Getting Along

Why can't we all just get along? Really? Is there a stupider question to ask? Why, because we are all a bunch of ignorant, self serving, suspicious assholes.

Actually its fear. Fear of difference, fear of being made a fool of, fear of being wrong, fear of winning, fear of failure, fear of being afraid.

We can't get along because we are all afraid of one another, and that is just sad.

I'm not afraid...

Minor Complaint #1 - Personal Space Violators

Today, I'm standing in line to check out at Straubs. In case you don't know what Straubs, its a high end grocer. As with many things "high-end" it attracts members of our society that find the mere presences of other to be an irritation, myself included at times. But this day I am confronted with one of my favorite irritations, personal space violations. See if you can relate:

Lady in front of me is checking out. 8-10 things, gets her business done. I'm not in a hurry. I have two items in my hand. I stop at the end of the conveyor belt thing and pick up a magazine. Within seconds, this fat old bitch comes up behind me pushing one of those weird mini-grocery carts that are popular in these high-end places. The cart is about 7 inches from my calf. I ignore her. 30 seconds passes and she says, "um, are you in line?" in a half snotty / half "I can hardly breath I'm so fat" tone. I give a half turn of my head and say, "yeah." The lady in front of me finishes paying and is moving away from the register so I put my stuff on the belt, put the magazine back and slowly walk down to the swipe pad thing. The checker greets me cheerfully, unaware that I am about to gut the hog behind me, who proceeds to push her fucking cart right on top of me again and slams the divider thing down and starts putting her shit on the belt. The cart is now about 2 inches from my ass and I turn around and say "you need to back the fuck off lady." Clearly having been in other confrontations before she merely grunts like a pig who has ran out of slop and pulls her cart back about 2 feet. I pay. The checker smiles at me, says thanks and gives the bitch behind me a WTF look. I leave with a burning need to hurt someone, but I don't. I walk away and revel in the knowledge that my heart isn't straining to pump blood through acres of bloated tissue and that I can wear pants to don't require elastic or a rope or come from Momar the Tent-Maker.

"...back the fuck off."

Misconceptions of the Human Condition #17

Everyone is entitled to their opinion?
Wrong.
There are some of us that are right and the rest of you are wrong. Simple as that.