What the Hell Happened???

Jeez...three posts in one night?  I MUST be on a fucking roll tonight.  :-)

It's funny how your thoughts go sometimes.  You're dropping some random bullshit onto your blog, or pissing people off with your thoughts on gun control,  (You mean you didn't read the other two entries from tonight?  What the hell's wrong with you?  Read this shit in order, player.) when another thought hits your grey matter and you've got to get it out.

Some of you will definitely agree with me, and some of you won't get it.  That's okay, because if you don't get it, I'm probably talking to you, so do me a favor and read SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY.

What the hell's up with this generation of kids we've got out there?  Now, I'll preface this by saying that many of you (including a great number of my Facebook followers) have kids that don't qualify under any of the stuff I'm saying.  Your kids are respectful, understand that they're not OWED shit,  and are well adjusted enough that I trust them to run our country and our world for us.  For the rest of you, time to crack open another profanity-laced rant.

I'm serious about this.  We've got a group of knuckleheads out there that wouldn't know respect if it bit them in their saggy-pants ass.  I'm about to turn 40, and I remember when I was a kid that you spoke with respect to adults, whether they deserved it or not.  You called your teachers "Mr.", "Mrs.", or "Ms.", used "sir" and "ma'am", and didn't act like a fucking smart-ass when addressing them.  Sure, we goofed off and had fun with them, but it was always respectful in the end, because we knew if it wasn't, our principals would drop the hammer on us at school, and our parents would put a foot in our ass at home.  Not anymore.  Now, we've got kids who disrespect their teachers as a matter of habit, and parents who blame the teachers for everything that's wrong with their kid.  Nevermind the fact the kid doesn't do his homework, doesn't bother to study for tests, and the only thing he can tell me about Abraham Lincoln is that he "was a vampire hunter, dude."  Seriously?  My parents INSISTED on knowing what the hell I was studying in class, and while it bothered the hell out of me at the time, I can look back on it now and understand that they were just trying to give me every chance at success.

And that whole "respect" thing?  They do it in public, too.  We're raising a generation of kids trained to speak in "text" and "tweet".  Don't believe me?  Go to an English class and read some papers.  I shit you not, English teachers have to actually teach middle and high school kids how to fucking write their words properly so they don't fuck up their written assignments.  They show no respect for other adults, much less their own parents.

And, while I'm on it, let's go back to the saggy pants.  PULL THAT SHIT UP!!!!!  Listen, I know my generation had some jacked-up fashion.  Hell, my high school senior pictures have me rocking the spiked mullet and acid washed denim.  But, I'll tell you this:  my pants were where they were supposed to be, and that's at my waist.  And if they started to slip?  I wore a fucking belt.  If you're letting your son wear his pants like that, God help you.  Seriously.

The fact that these kids believe the world somehow owes them something makes me laugh my substantially large ass off.  Let's get one thing clear, kid:  THE WORLD DOESN'T OWE YOU SHIT.  If anything, you owe your parents for all the years of putting up with your shit and not selling you into slavery or throwing you off a bridge in a bag.  You owe the teachers who spend all their time, and a good chuck of their crappy salaries, trying to teach your "don't-give-a-shit" ass the basics you'll need to survive out in the real world.  And, frankly, you owe the person nice enough to give you a minimum wage paying job the fucking respect to show up when you're scheduled, and only take off time when you've either arranged it well in advance or are genuinely sick.  Calling off because "Becky and Bonnie think it'd be cool to go to the mall tonight" is complete bullshit, and shows the world how little you respect it.  Congrats.

If you're one of these nitwits I've been speaking of, or the parent of one who doesn't know what to do about it, then take this next part into consideration.....

You want to be remembered for something?  Start with this idea:  take the 10 inch gauges out of your ears, put on some workplace appropriate attire, and show up early for your next shift.  Work your job like you actually give a shit, instead of acting like you're doing them a favor by actually being there.  Act like you give a shit about people, including this foul-mouthed fat ass.  Go to school the next day, and thank your teacher for giving a shit about you, even though you're a knucklehead who doesn't appreciate it, then go home and thank your mom and dad for giving you a roof over your head and food to eat.

Now, I know there are some kids out there who come from the absolute shittiest of homes, and I can understand why the last part of that statement might not work, but you can still show respect to everybody else.  Just because you got dealt a shit hand doesn't mean you get to fold and wait for the next game.  Doesn't work that way, player.  You've got to keep pushing in the chips and try to make the best out of that pair of deuces you were dealt.  And if you don't think you can win with a pair of deuces, then you're a pretty shitty card player.  Just saying.

Before I go, if you're NOT one of these kids I was talking about, THANK YOU.  Thank you for paying attention to the values your parents and others have been trying to instill in you for all these years.  Thank you for understanding that you'll only get out of life what you put into it.  And if you're the parents of one of these kids, pat yourself on the back, 'cause you've done a rock star job.  And I guess I have to buy the first round next time we get together.

And if your a part of the other group?  Don't give up.  Life's not over until they dump dirt on your coffin.  Find an adult that can be a positive example for you, and follow their lead.  Take the baby-steps to better yourself.  Find a better job, or better friends.  Hell, just work to be a better person.

The world's counting on you, kid.  Don't let us down.