People I Want to Punch in the Throat: Idiots on Message Boards

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People I Want to Punch in the Throat: Idiots on Message Boards

BP OFFERS UP 50 BAZILLION KAZILLION DOLLARS!!!!!

Let me start this entry by clearly stating that I do not care who is in office right now. As far as I am concerned this is NOT a political issue but an issue being made political. So please, let's take that off the table. And, as always, I do not have an agenda, these are my thoughts and opinions.

Why do we as a collective give the impression that money will make everything okay then feign outrage? Shouldn’t the flow of oil in the Gulf be stopped (or at least significantly slowed) and the well capped before talking about restitution for damages? At the very least, shouldn't a plan or strategy that is not a guess be in place?

At this point, who cares how many millions of dollars are being offered? And, you mean SO FAR, right? Will offers of another damage offer and another damage offer after that offer be made? It seems to me that at this point an "offer" for anything else but to cap the well, support the immediate clean up and survival of the gulf’s people and animals at this point is premature. And, no one knows that number yet or what it could be so how can that be "offered". The only way to begin to know is to stop the unobstructed flow so please keep the entire focus and energy towards that.

For me, it seems this situation is the equivalent of a person bleeding out in the operating room while the attorneys representing the estranged family members are on the other side of the theater door hurling accusations and blame at each other while putting a value on the estate and laying claim to the damages before fully understanding the current diagnosis. It is not even clear if the person has the appropriate care available to them to survive and yet negotiations are in full swing regardless of the possible outcome.

I am hard pressed to understand how giving validity before understanding these huge numbers of monies brings any type of comfort to the people who live and breathe in the affected regions. All they know is that regardless of the digits, they are screwed. That is their truth. Tossing around large numbers may give a false sense of accomplishment to the larger community; “See, now we are getting somewhere! We are talking about money! It must be close to being finished”.

To the people in, say, the state of Washington, who are not ignorant of the situation but do not have first hand experience of how the people of the gulf are living day to day may think this is good. These Washingtonians know that there will be a residual component of this crisis that will effect them personally but it really does not appear on their immediate or long-term radar since they are on the other side of country. Subconsciously, they may even see the publication of these numbers as a positive sign. It’s not.

I know that by my living another state I do not understand but a personal experience a few years ago assures me that I although I may think I am able to empathize, I am not. Not even close. My husband and I lost our home and all our possessions in a flood. We, with our 3 dogs, had to walk away with only what we were wearing. Insurance, bullshit and red tape drastically changed our lives for 4 years. Financially it was a nightmare; emotionally it was a nightmare but was it the end of the world? No. Did it suck? Absolutely! It sucked for a very long time. We have since rebuilt and were blessed that there was no loss of life.

During the whole process, I truly appreciated everyone’s support and good wishes but no one honestly understood how difficult of a time that was for us. They couldn't unless they lived through it themselves. After the initial crisis phase, our friends and family went back to their lives (understandably so) while we did not have our normal life to get back to. And our situation was super small on the scale in comparison to this or the recent flooding in the South or Katrina, etc!

The reality is that life goes on for everyone; only some lives take longer to rebuild and some will never be the same. So when I hear about situations such as these, my heart melts just as yours may, but I feel it from a first hand point of view. It will be fine; it will be different, but it will be fine. And if all are lucky it will be a good different BUT the problem has to be fixed before any of this can be started.

And please, STOP talking about alternative energies AT THIS MOMENT. This is like someone suggesting that you did not have enough smoke alarms as you stand in front of the last burning embers of your childhood home. DO NOT DISTORT OR DETRACT OR USE THIS CRISIS! I want to talk about today, right now, this circumstance. Don't give me scenarios for hypothetical situations that are currently not an option AT THIS MOMENT. Conversations about changing fuels so that 20 years down the line I will not need the oil flowing out in the waters at this moment does not alter the fact that there is OIL FLOWING OUT IN THE WATERS OF THE GULF TODAY. Everyone knows hindsight is 20-20 but these are 2 different conversations. I hate, hate, HATE that they are being brought up in the same sentence. It makes me crazy to think that we may have already become so apathetic that we are able to move on to the next subject without fully realizing or doing our best to resolve this one.

Whew! Where did that come from? I think I feel a little better though.

I will get off my soapbox now. Sorry for shouting.

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I'm going to survive....that's the problem.

Sometimes I wonder if a quick shot to the temple would be the easiest thing. How about a fast moving car sideswiping the drivers side of my vehicle as I step a mere 4 inches too far out into the street at exactly the “right” moment. Or the beauty of a massive brain aneurysm immediately silencing me mid-sentence as I attempt to order the bold coffee of the day, tall in a Grande cup, please.

The problem with these particular scenarios is the fact that I have not an inkling of being suicidal or subjecting myself to any type of pain. Truthfully? I am a puss. Being a puss rules out any type of discomfort, especially when self inflicted.

I would much prefer that a few key folks that I am forced to interact with felt this way instead.

Okay, no I don't. I know how that sounds and I know that it is wrong. What if maybe they were clinically depressed? Clinically depressed enough to create an overwhelming phobia that forces these people to move cross-country, cross county or just cross-town.

The way things have been going for me lately with my luck they too would be pusses. This being the case, I will have to continue to endure the inane behavior of people around me that under the circumstances I have no choice but to live with at the moment.

People make me crazy.

Please Stand By

New thoughts processing.

I can't help myself. Really.

Okay, so I have made this decision to actually start checking my Facebook on a regular basis. Although I have had my Facebook page for quite sometime – is it a page or presence? - my Facebook “presence” for quite sometime, I have refused to buy into it. I felt that it would be just one more thing on my plate that I would have to tend to thereby taking all the joy of what should be recreational fun and moving it to the category of drudgery. I view it as this because even though I have voluntarily opened the door, inviting people to communicate with me, now I would have to respond. Whether I wanted to or not. After all, I do not want to be rude!

See, I want to be the fly on the wall, only landing when I choose to. It is my way of participating from a distance without having to actually interact with anyone. So much of my day is spent talking, doing and focusing attention on people and imaginary things that by the end of it, I just want to be quiet. I am not at all thrilled to talk about my day because it is done. Finished. All the blah, blah, blah in the world cannot make the mundane sound interesting, even my mundane stuff.

Now don’t get me wrong, when shit hits the fan, baby, I could talk about it all night long! Only at that level it is called bitching. And people just don’t get it; when I am bitching I don’t want you to solve my problem. I want to bitch. It is a process that I must go through in order for me to let stuff go. It’s my thing. I know there are better ways; I am just not mature enough to utilize them at that particular moment. Put the phone down and walk away. My feelings will not be hurt. I promise.

Another reason Facebook concerns me is that when something strikes me and I actually write on someone’s wall, I am only able to type what the voice in my head dictates. You know, the funny voice. The one who’s delivery can make something that could be perceived as questionable or inappropriate, hilarious. It is accomplished by putting the perfect verbal punch on a specific syllable of a key word. Without this mastery of the punch, whatever I write could possibly be misconstrued as offensive or I may come off as bitchy. Understanding it is a fine line, I often write these witticisms with the belief that the people reading them aren’t actually reading but hearing them read aloud to them by the hilarious voice in my head while their eyes are only tracking the written word.

Sometimes I go back to reread a post that I found particularly funny while typing only to realize it was not at all what I remembered it to be. Not only was it not funny but it also seemed a tad rude. Even to me. This makes me wonder if the persons who’s wall it was left on scrunched their face up hoping to understand, yet, never really being able to do so just moved along, chalking the post up to my having another bad day. I wonder if they take it personally? Or, hold a grudge? I just don’t know.

So if I write on your wall know, know it is not meant to offend or come across snarky. It may seem like a poor attempt at humor when you read it but let me tell you, at the time of writing, you just can’t believe how funny it was! Honestly, the socially appropriate side of my brain has no influence over the voice, which has sole control over my fingers.

Then again, if you are my friend you should already know this.

A pleasure to meet you...

When referring to me, certain members of my family sometimes use the term "losing it". I am not exactly sure what they mean by "it". My mind? My sensibilities? My will to live? 

Other certain members of my family, when referring to me, often use the terms "self righteous bitch" and "cunt", occasionally in the same sentence.  I am exactly sure what they mean by that.

When you put those two things together, I guess it sorta makes sense.