Posted by
Adrian Dolemba on Wednesday, August 06, 2008 10:44:28 PM
Mad and Angry
I am darn tired of hearing all these people moan and complain about the problems that this country is facing. Darn people get a life. You sit there behind your computer and play your silly games, play with your blackberries, drive around in your big SUV’s and Hummers and just complain…complain, complain.
It really galls me when 43% of the registered voters in this country in the last general election didn’t bother to get off their soft posteriors and out of their cushy easy chairs and vote. The real pisser is they complain the loudest. If you don’t vote you don’t get a b_ _ _ _ ticket.
Then there are the people that are half assed informed. They listen to one news channel, read one newspaper, and listen to one radio station, all of which spew out the same old tired rhetoric and they think they are informed…must be nice living in the ozone layer.
Hey how about those people that just sit around and listens to those so called informed people and formulate their ideas from what they say…fly me to the moon.
Now here’s a real good group of intellectual giants. These are the ones that take a certain element of truth and inject a bunch of their home spun garbage into it and call it fact…your honor I object.
Oh, now you have those individuals that register as democrats or republicans and vote a straight ticket, it doesn’t matter what his or her platform is. I mean it could be Popeye or Olive Oil, just as long as it has a “D” or “R” behind their name they vote for them…spinach anyone.
Hey, wait there one minute, if you think that the politicians are off the hook…ha ha no chance. They climb into their ivory towers and stroke and rub that so called book of knowledge, that they want the people to think they have, and tell us that they have been infused with the intelligence to manage the affairs of state. How can they when three quarters of them can’t even find the executive bathroom and the other 25 percent don’t care because they’re never there…three martini, oh make that a four martini lunch anyone.
I guess I’m finished with my ranting. It probably doesn’t make any sense to you but it makes me feel real good. I’ll tell you what, if you have a rant leave a comment. Let’s see what happens.
A.D. A Common Man