Everyone’s crazy, except thee and me, and I sometimes wonder about thee – to quote, or indeed paraphrase, a famous saying. I’ve Googled it, and I believe the original talks about being queer, instead of crazy, and I have no intention of going into a long debate thereabout.
I read with mounting horror and head shaking of a woman in France who killed eight of her presumably 10 babies. I say presumably, because there are two adult children still with us. She apparently is a large woman and managed to hide her pregnancies from her now supposedly seriously shocked husband, and has admitted the reason she did it was that she didn’t want to go to the doctor for contraceptives. Over a period of 17 years. “Post natal depression” has come into play, and all I can say that it must have been a whopper.
I don’t mean to make light of the circumstances at all – it is an unutterably tragic case, but I do seriously think that there was an over abundance of a whole lot of heads being buried in the sand, don’t you?
And speaking of burying heads in sand, what I am also not comprehending is the chasm which exists in this country between the “three strikes and you’re out” and the “zero tolerance policy.”
Apparently you can go out and commit pretty much any crime you care to dream up and do it twice, pay a little bit of penance, and you’re good to go. Do it three times, and you’re in the slammer for life – supposedly.
Side note: message to Lindsay Lohan – we are all very much over you darling, and you’d better pay attention to the above just in case you’re intent on getting in that car again in a smashed state, or indeed of ignoring the odd summons. Would be such a shame to see one as young as you grow old and chipping nails in a cell for the rest of your days, now wouldn’t it?
So on one hand you can have – oh let’s say – a child pornographer who is caught with a computer full of contraband, and a basement full of unspeakable props – and on the other hand you have a 4- year-old at kindergarten giving an ardent 4-year-old smooch to another four year old. That kid is expelled, his or her record besmirched for life. Or should it be besmooched? And the adult low life with all the evidence against him in the world is allowed back on the streets, having been ‘reformed’ by the system.
Give me a really large break. Please.
In Arizona we have a governor ballsy enough to tackle the illegal immigration problem. Sixty four percent of our national population approved, and yet the Federal Government decided it wasn’t nice and so has trodden on it in court. I am neither pro nor anti either of the ruling bodies in question, but what I do question is the bleating of the anti-law opponents.
What part of illegal immigration is a bonus, I ask? Oh I know they say that illegal immigrants do jobs the locals won’t touch. And I do see that. But I know of a completely legal immigrant who is an electrical engineer, but who can’t get work other than cleaning houses all because her degree is not recognized in this country. She works her heart out for her family, and I don’t begrudge her any help we can give. But to brazenly wander across the border and expect a free education, free health care and free Social Security rather gets up my hooter.
Oh and I’m off on a tangential rant now – where did “having a degree” and “not having the common sense to come in out of the rain” be mutually interchangeable?
I work in an industry which is positively lousy with degrees – you could paper your entire house with fancy looking certificates. Maybe it’s just that I’m getting old and cranky – a female Australian Andy Rooney if you will – but is it just me, or do a whole lot of the young things at the office think that having a degree exonerates them from thinking clearly and logically? Or indeed thinking at all? I’m feeling more and more like the curmudgeonly old bag as I Bah and Humbug my way through the dross of political correctness, official business-suit dressing, while there are gaping holes in common courtesy, common sense and the common goal of ‘let’s get the job done’.
Now we have an election next week, and again I’ve spent hours on the computer just trying to find out which Ward, Parish, Township I’m in. Has no-one in Jackson County thought about preparing a simple one screen web page full of colorful maps and helpful links to the candidates? Hell no! That might actually encourage the populace to go out and actually vote.
No, that would actually incite the governing body to create a whole new department, thus exaggerating our already behemoth government – on all levels – in this great nation.
Oh boy, I must have had a bad day, huh?
No, mine was perfectly fine thanks. I helped a disabled person, I was fun to be with, I got my job done – with some to spare, and I’m now home in my cave with my darling Sir.
All is perfectly well with the world here. But watch it Sir – I refer you to line one of this missive.
