Soap Box Rant


WARNING: SOAP BOX RANT

I saw a commercial today for Little Cesar’s Pizza Company. I found it absolutely disgusting.

A little prince of a brat was sitting in a chair while his Dad brought him a pizza. He told his dad about a sale at Little Cesar’s Pizza and when his dad shamefully admitted he didn’t get that deal, bratty prince told is father to bend down and the bratty prince removed the #1 logo from the Dad’s hat and threw it over his shoulder in compete contempt for his father.

Was that supposed to be funny? Was it meant to diminish the father in importance? Was it supposed to make parents want to buy pizza for the little brat prince from a store like Little Cesar’s Pizza? Was it supposed to make the bratty prince look smarter than the dad? Was it supposed to make a statement on family dynamics? What the hell was that about?

Why would anyone who is a parent, who acts and behaves like a parent, not a peer of the bratty kid, ever buy anything from a company who has so little respect for fathers? Would they have that same role filled by a woman who was supposed to be a mother? Nope. Would the dad role be filled by a gay guy, black guy, Hispanic guy? Nope. Only a white guy can be such a schmuck. A middle aged, somewhat paunchy, white guy to boot. Why? Because we all know a middle aged white male is nothing more than a schmuck who is worthless, and the only good he does is bring home the bacon, or pizza in this case.

Subliminal messages abound in advertising, movies, television and even in books. We are all rotten parents because we don’t give our little princes and princesses exactly what they want, when they want it, and how they want on a daily basis. We are no longer #1 Dad or #1 Mom or grandparent, we are failures in the eyes of the men and women who run big business. We are failures to be mocked and insulted on a daily basis, yet it is folks like the dad in that advert who actually pay the bills and buy most things for the household and the bratty kids.

Every time I see that ad, I get ticked off. If my child had ever behaved in such a way, they would be doing chores for a month straight, and that is after being told off in no uncertain terms about how much of an ungrateful, wretched little monster they were! Makes me want to reach through the screen and smack that kid right out of the chair he is lounging in along with his hateful attitude.

It isn’t right to portray parents who are trying to feed their kids as inept imbeciles. It creates the idea in kid’s heads that their parents aren’t Number One in any way. Sure teenagers feel that way, but that is part of the whole distancing themselves from their embarrassing parents that happens to every family. By making this kid in the ad ten years old or under, the subliminal message to all kids that age who see the ad, is that Dad is just one stupid mistake from being a total failure who doesn’t deserve the kid’s respect.

Next time a commercial comes on that your child is likely to see, pay attention to the subliminal messages, as well as the context and content of the message. Kids remember what they see and hear, and many copy it as well. And folks, never, ever, buy the products that are using ads that promote division, insults, or politically correct attitudes toward parents who are adults that actually parent, or their children. They don’t deserve your money, time, or loyalty.

I am getting off the soap box now. Going to go educate my cussing corner for a minute. Have a good evening.

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The Unemployable Children


I am so sick of being labeled a racists just because I look white. My DNA says differently. I am so tired of the whole hate thing the BLM crowd wants to toss around to make them feel empowered, and the uneducated, unemployable, boys and girls (because true adults don’t act like they do) who destroy their own neighborhoods and the lively hood of those who do work for a living. Because the unemployable are having a fit of pique over the legal killing of a heroin dealer who tried to kill two police officers, St. Louis burned and other unemployable children took to the streets across the country to destroy things. The thing is, not one of those unemployable children really knows what racism is at all.

As an American who lived abroad and traveled abroad for years, I know prejudice when I see it, or hear it. It can be as subtle as a look, or as loud as an argument, but Americans are constantly barraged with it. Of course, many bring it on themselves by being loud, overly aggressive, not taking the time to understand the laws, customs, or language of the country they are visiting or living in. They deserve the contempt thrown at them by the people around them. Having said that, many people in other countries simply have a deep dislike for Americans, because they seemingly have everything most folks want.

When abroad, there are rules to follow, and unlike here, if you break them, in any way, you go to jail or pay a huge fine. (Never chew gum in Singapore, for instance.) By being singled out for disobeying a rule, you are not being attacked for being an American, but keep acting like you own the world, and the laws and rules don’t apply to you, and you will end up in a very unpleasant jail for a very long time. And American tourists generally make fools of themselves enough to end up being looked at with contempt, if not laughed at behind their backs. And get this, it doesn’t matter how dark or light your skin may or may not be. It is simply that you are a rude, loud, demanding American that makes you disliked.

For instance, once we were visiting Paris on a short holiday. There was a small movie theater on the Eiffel Tower for tourists to attend to know more about the history of the tower. A large, loud, American guy was trying to find out the times for the next show. The poor clerk was trying to explain, using European 24 hour clock time (1300 hours is one P.M.). The tourist didn’t understand what she meant, and got louder, the louder he got, the quieter the clerk got. She was speaking good English, but the girl got more flustered and less clear in her language. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and stepped in to explain to the tourist guy what she was saying. The moron said, when he understood, “Well why didn’t she just tell me in plain English what time she meant.” She did but he was too much of an arrogant tourist to listen, or to learn that a lot of Europe still runs on a 24 hour clock. The clerk thanked me profusely for helping, but I can bet she hated to see rude American tourists for a long time. Had he taken a few hours before leaving home to learn about the way things are done abroad, he wouldn’t have made an ass of himself.

In Hong Kong, they have outdoor markets that sell everything from plastic bins, to silk clothing, to knock off watches for tourists. These markets are crowded, loud, and one is expected to bargain, loudly. When a tourist just accepts the price given, because it is very low etc., they are insulting the business owner or clerk. (Inside stores are different, no bargaining there, its rude.) To bargain at an open air market is against everything most Americans know when it comes to shopping. But, if you don’t, I can guarantee prices will triple and the merchants will see a patsy coming from a mile away. They will think you contemptible for coming to Hong Kong without the knowledge to bargain to make your money go farther. It is a subtle contempt, something you might miss, but it is there. So, you will be cheated, because you didn’t bother to learn the customs required before leaving home.

So, here we are, back to where I started, concerning the burning of the neighborhoods one lives in while having a tantrum over a drug dealer dying at the end of a gun fired by a police officer. The guy knew he was breaking the law, he got caught, he chose to fight arrest, he died. Look, people, it is simple, destroying what you have because you are mad that someone else has told you no, or has what you want, is acting like a two year old. Stomping your feet and shouting how much you think someone hates you, without proof or facts to back it up, and destroying your home is beyond ignorant behavior. Like foreign countries, if you don’t follow the rules and laws of the land, you will be confronted, arrested, and put in jail. Doesn’t matter what color you are, that is what will happen.

The BLM crowd of unemployable children says that blacks are targeted because they are black. No, people, they are arrested more often because of their behavior and the way they act. Hanging on the street corner, selling drugs, carrying an ILLEGAL weapon, with your pants down around your butt isn’t normal productive behavior. It generally means you are not a contributing member of your neighborhood or family, and probably up to doing multiple illegal things. Skin color has nothing to do with it, behavior does.

If you follow the law, and do as you are told when a police officer tells you to do something, you won’t be arrested or jailed, unless, of course you are doing something illegal, like drinking booze and driving. That goes for everyone.

Recently, my husband was pulled over along with a dozen other cars for a seatbelt check and alcohol check on a holiday weekend. He has a weapon carry permit, and keeps a gun in the dash board of his car.. When the officer got to his open window, my husband had both hands on the steering wheel, in plain sight, with the car turned off. He told the officer, after handing him his license and carry permit, that he did have a gun in the car and where it was. He was careful to keep his hands visible and still. The officer thanked him for letting him know, looked over his paperwork, handed back his license, and told him to have a good day. That is how you deal with a stop. My husband wasn’t doing anything wrong, followed the rules, and was back on the road in less than ten minutes.

Not so the guy who rear ended me a few years ago. He ended up in jail, not for hitting my car, but because he had no insurance, no drivers license, tried to buy me off so I wouldn’t call the police about the accident, and was found to have drugs and a lot of drug money in his car. Oh, and he wanted to argue with the officer about whether he was under the influence of a controlled substance. Really? The odor of both booze and pot was overwhelming. Yes, he was black. Yes, my husband looked white, but he is a Creek Indian. The difference wasn’t their skin color, the police officer was civil to both of them, it was in how they behaved and what laws they had broken, or not.

Envy is an ugly emotion. Using it as an excuse to destroy yourselves, however is even more ugly. Just because someone chooses not to get an education, doesn’t try to learn a trade, and blames everyone for their poverty and inability to overcome their circumstances, does not give them the right to go about destroying their neighborhoods. That is like burning down your own house because a light bulb went out and the store was closed so you couldn’t get a new one fast enough.

Blaming every white person because you are black and unemployable is based on envy. You want what they have, black or white, and if you can’t get it from the government, you will take it from someone else. If you want to be respected, not via street credibility, but real respect, act like someone who deserves it. Stop blaming everyone, stop being uneducated and unemployable, Stop blaming every white person, or any other person, for your failure to thrive. Step out of your self made ghetto and make something of yourself. If you want to be somebody, then BE somebody by proving you are worthy of respect through good acts, not violence.

Stop killing each other, stop trapping yourselves by refusing to help yourself. And don’t tell me that there isn’t a way out. Education, for those who want it and are willing to fill out the paperwork and work hard, is available for everyone who is disadvantaged. Stop making babies you can’t afford and stop disrespecting the girls around you who don’t understand that love has nothing to do with sex. Stop hurting each other with drugs, and stop disrespecting your clergy, parents, and elderly. Learn to read, write, and a trade if you don’t want to go to college. Do something, anything, instead of blaming everyone else for your current behavior and situation. Stop breaking the laws, customs, and rules of your neighborhood, city, state, and country. Learn to serve others, and stop thinking that you are the be all, end all of the world because you can carry a gun, make babies, and scam the system. In short, stop being an unemployable child, and grow up.

Family Reunion


Last weekend, I took my mother to a family reunion down in Texas. I hadn’t been to an event like that as an adult. I knew three people in the entire room, one was my mother. I felt odd, awkward, out of place, and strange. As a mature female of over 60, it was like being back in junior high where everyone else had gone to school together forever and I was the new kid. Awkward.

So, I sucked up my shyness and talked about genealogy, family history, and said hello a lot. I also smiled a lot and I ate far too much good food. It is no wonder all of my family tends toward the round shape, the good cooking gene runs in the family line.

As a child, I grew up away from my parent’s home town. We lived all over the place with the military, and as an adult my husband and I both wanted to be on the move. So I don’t really understand knowing all about one’s cousins, aunts, uncles, and extended family. I know my dead relatives better than the living because I am a family history addict. I am a bit like the odd duck in the family.

They grew up together, or at least with knowledge of one another. And that was a great thing to see. My memories of my grandparents are strong, and real, but these cousins are from different places than my branch of the tree. Still, you could see the solidarity, love, and strength in knowing their family was there in any time of need.

My mother loved every minute, she had looked forward to the event for months and could hardly wait to get there and meet everyone. She kept telling me that she couldn’t belove we were blood relatives to so many people. Of all of her generation, in her family line, she is the only one left. Her parents had two daughters, and my aunt passed away long ago.

Another interesting thing was how the faces looked like faces I knew as a child. The same nose, eyes, mouth, laugh, hairline, walk, and even the way they stood reminded me of other long gone family. Funny how DNA directs how one looks and moves. Strong blood lines tend to breed true. This one certainly does.

I am thankful I went. It was good to see my cousins, two of the few, from my youth that I actually remember. I am thankful that family is so important to our extended family of cousins that they have this reunion every year. I am thankful that I was able to visit the graves of my great great grandfather and grandmother who started our family lines in Texas and Oklahoma.

Maybe next time, I won’t feel so disconnected and awkward. And, perhaps, I will know more than three people in the room.

It Was A Nice Visit


I went to visit my son in Oklahoma last week. It was his birthday. I was glad to have a bit of time alone with him, and had a nice chat catching him up on everything going on with his family, his daughter and granddaughter, and us. I shared a few photos, and gossiped a bit about things, and of course, complained about the politics of the country and the craziness that the left is doing its best to force on the rest of us hard working folks.

It was a nice visit, sitting in the warm sun as the Oklahoma breeze fluttered by. The grasses in the fields nearby danced along to the song of the birds and bugs flying about. I spent a few minutes arranging the flowers I brought in lieu of a gift as I chatted on about how nice the area was looking, and that the quiet was so peaceful around him. Everyone seemed to be keeping their places nice with flowers and trees.

I reminded him to say hello to everyone as I packed up my things to go. Told him I love him too. It’s a nice place at White Dove Cemetery, up on the hill. I’m glad to know he is there and that he would like that particular place to spend his rest.

It was as good as it can be when a mother visits the grave of her son. Yeah, it was good, for what it can be.

That’s How We Roll


The Mr. and I went to our standby comfort food restaurant for dinner. I didn’t want to cook, neither did he, such as he can. Dinner was filling, and if you get the chance, have the yummy pumpkin custard at the Cracker Barrel near you.

We were, as usual, discussing issues in the news and politics while eating dinner. It occurred to me that I am surprised some nitwit leftist hasn’t started opposing the name of the restaurant yet. After all, it is a Southern company, started in Lebanon, Tennessee. And the folks who own it are white. Ergo, it must be owned by white redneck extremists – also known by the derogative term “crackers.”

Therefore, in leftist think, they must be racists, as all Southern whites are by association . Yep, must change the name, I can hear the hue and cry going out amongst those with nothing better to do than take stupid to the farthest degree possible.

Trouble is, that sort of mentality fails here. As we sat there enjoying our meal, only four other tables were full. At one table was another senior couple, farmers from the cut of his clothes and his farmers tan. The Mr. and I represented the Indians in the room. Next to them was a man and a woman, she was black, he was white. Next to them was a table with two men, one black, one white. The server on our side of the room was white, and the server on the other side of the room was black. The cashier was white, but the greeter lady was black, and the cook in the back was white, but the guy busing the tables was black. So, I guess folks of all backgrounds were represented. As it generally is down here in the South.

Now, I don’t live in the southeastern part of the Southern states, I live in the mid-southern/ deep south state of Mississippi, right at the very northern edge of the state next to Memphis, Tennessee. So, maybe it is different here when it comes to blacks and whites than it is in other southern states. I’ve lived here ten years, and I have never had an issue with anyone due to my skin color (which changes from pink to medium brown depending on how much sun I get). As a matter of face, I grew up in the military where segregation ended long before it ended in the rest of the country. I’ve always gone to school with people of different colors, backgrounds, and lifestyles. So pardon me if all I do is shrug when leftists get their knickers in a twist over race issues.

When I look at the demographics for those who are screaming racism, generally it is from folks on the east or west coast, or places like Chicago. Mostly, though, it comes from young people who haven’t a clue what racism is really like. So, why aren’t all the folks in the deep south marching and breaking things? Well, most of them are too busy working and taking care of their families. Except, of course, for those with nothing better to do than make up offenses to have tantrums over. By and large, most of the BLM morons around here are just that, ghetto morons who are uneducated, unemployed, and unhappy because they don’t get everything they want on a platter. Ditto the ANTIFA – yawn – pampered leftist babies of the rich. Regular folks are too busy to waste time with stupidity like that.

Instead of breaking things and marching around trying to rile each other up, they are in church on Wednesday and Sunday, coaching kids in sports, taking kids to lessons or dance, or horse riding. Spending time as a family, often extended family – especially down here in the South, family is a big deal, or they are helping those less fortunate. And maybe, like the Mr. and I, they just like to be at home relaxing at the end of a hectic day.

My point is that I simply cannot fathom having the luxury of time that it takes to be out acting up and breaking things all in the name of faux freak-out issues. Only those with no responsibilities, jobs, school, or future plans have that sort of luxury. Most young people I know are working and going to college, working and raising families, or they are military and working to protect the rights of the whiny leftists rear ends who insult them every chance they get. I don’t live in a racist community, I live in a diverse community of folks with kids, dogs, and lifestyles devoted to bettering themselves and their kids. We have old folks, young folks, teenagers, and babies. We are just people. And that’s how we roll in the mid-south.