What happened to manners? What happened to values? Of obedience and discipline?
Remember discipline? Remember when your parents grabbed you by your ear and threatened you within an inch of your life if you didn't knock off your bullshit? I do. I miss those days. Those were the days when you could go in public and not be accosted or bumped into by germ-infested little rapscallions and their sweatpants-clad, 300 pound parents standing in the middle of aisle (effectively taking up the entire aisle so that you have to perform evasive manuevers around them in order to grab your much-needed jar of strawberry jam). These same ilk of people are usually bellowing at their dirty, unkempt, rambunctious twatocious children to "knock it off" and then continue chatting nonchalantly (loudly) on their cell phone, which has apparently melded to their ear. (And is it just me...or do their conversations usually have something to do with Nascar or general spousal/significant other bickering about which brand of Great Value peanut butter their food stamps cover?)
You know what else pisses me off? Fat kids. I'm not mad at the kids...I'm mad at their disgusting parents who feed them pounds of preservative-laden fast food and then park their devil-spawn in front of SpongeBob whilst they sit on the porch and drink a six pack and reminisce about "them good ole days" when children were "seen and not heard".
It's been months since I've seen a child playing outdoors. It makes me sad. Times are changing...and not for the better.
In closing...spank the shit out of your kids if they misbehave...turn off the boob tube and go outside and play for an hour...and quit eating so fucking much food. (You don't need a 64 ounce soda...Jesus H. Christ...our stomachs are not that big!)
Video games, music and television are not the ails of society....twatty parenting is the cause.
Quit being twats.
-IndiaGuerita
P.S. Dear Wal-Mart: The next time I come shopping at your fine establishment and there are only two lanes open and 3,000 people waiting in line...I will find the manager and hand them over my cart and leave the store. Price Chopper will gladly accept my $150 purchase of groceries.
