Pot Shots

Everyone is down on anything that they don’t agree with, or don’t understand.

I miss the days where people were not such attention-craving assholes. You don’t have to look very far to find the source.

Social media.

I don’t give two shits what you had for lunch, so don’t take a picture of it. I could care less where you are from, where you’ve been, or where you are going. So quit being so fucked up and posting your wasted life album online.

I am starting to think that the Mexican police are not reading my blog.

Americans keep disappearing, but there are some who think that we could afford to lose a few myopic morons to other countries.

When did official State Department warnings become something to be ignored?

Last week I brought up the emotion of greed as one of the greatest influences on our frightened, ignorant people.

Add vanity to the list.

So you think your body isn’t perfect and you want to go to Mexico to let some third-world doctor try their hand at cosmetic surgery on your “imperfect” body?

Just how fucking stupid are you?

Now they are talking about new golf rules which are aimed at reducing the long-driving distances of some of golf’s longest players. They are running out of space because they have been lengthening golf courses since Tiger Woods made a mockery of the PGA tour in the late nineties.

It’s not working.

So the balls will be altered to prevent those impressive super long bombs from the likes of Bryson DeChambeau, Gary Woodland, Carl Cooper, and yes, Tiger Woods (still). Depending on where they play, some of these players can make a joke out of the world’s most famous golf courses so the PGA has had enough. The longer drivers launch a close to four-hundred yard drive, leaving them a simple sand wedge or pitching wedge to approach the hole.

I have written in the past at my amazement at how big the people are around here. Everywhere I go, big children, big teenagers, big parents, and big grandparents exist. So now, I see a story about the cities in Ohio with the most obese people, and damn if I don’t live right smack in the middle of them.

I realize I am risking my eternal soul, but I don’t think it is cool to subject children to drag shows.

Little kids are fucked up enough on their own, so I don’t think drag shows are a good influence as our impressionable kids try making their way through this freak show we call the United States of America.

Maybe that’s why nobody knows what they are anymore. We really don’t need to have kids being confused about such an important part of life.

What happened to straight or gay?

I don’t have a clue just what all the different LBQ initials are for, or what the hell they represent.

I’ll defer to my good friend Rhett Butler who expressed, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Me neither.

Stay well.