Archive for May, 2010

I'm already tired of it

You know, this heavy discussion about Arizona and the immigration issue.

Yes, I agree this BILL is wrong, but it’s raising flags where flags should be raised. Maybe now the Feds will do their jobs.

Did they really think just because the U-Haul truck had AZ plates it was more likely a terrorist threat than any other U-Haul truck? U-Haul trucks are crap and break down everywhere. You get what you pay for.Plus, those trucks are national and have plates from all over America – people rent them to move to other places, duh! Cops spending hours checking it out and all the news coverage is a bit of overkill.

The idiots calling for boycotts of Arizona products? Grow the fuck up. First, Arizona Iced Tea isn’t even made here. Calling off conventions only hurts the industries that employ the most immigrant labor. Cleaning people, bus boys, housekeepers, groundskeepers and so on are usually immigrants and whether each one is legal or illegal is anyone’s guess.

The Cubs want to stop coming here for spring training. Take a guess at the percentage of Hispanics employed by Hohokam Stadium and surrounding support businesses. The hotels the teams and fans stay at, the restaurants where they eat, etc.

Boycotting Arizona businesses will mostly hurt the people you are pretending to support.

Stop running your mouth and making quick decisions without doing the research to make sure the stand you make isn’t on a pile of bullshit.

I’m that mean lady

I ventured to Wal*Mart today only because Mom sent me a gift card for my birthday.

Almost as soon as I entered the store I almost ran over this 7-8 year old girl running loose. Cue dirty look.

A short time later I was wandering through the women’s clothing department and she came careening through and went face first into a clothing rack, and of course started crying. I smirked.

Eventually I headed for the grocery area to pick up a few necessities. Halfway down the cereal aisle there she was again, walking backwards without looking. Being a crowded Sunday the lane was packed and I had no where to go so she slammed right into my cart. “Jesus Christ! Don’t you have a keeper?”

So I get dirty looks from everyone else in the vicinity, although none of them claimed the kid.

I may not have been the best parent, but MY kids never ran loose like animals in a store.

I really hate other people’s children.