A couple of things come to mind.  Not just the mindless dribble about rights and freedom and justice and feelings, sensitivity and tolerance and intolerance.  Does anyone in this region of the world (that has not been brainwashed by the corruptness of the quran and the idiotic beliefs of a people out of touch with reality) believe that this mosque is about freedom of religion?   This has about as much to do with religious freedom as the Ku Klux Klan’s right to practice what they believe.

This center is a big FU to all those who died and I don’t care if you feel you have the right, you don’t.   No one deserves to build a “hey we killed your people” building anywhere much less New York.  I wouldn’t mess with New Yorkers if I were a muslim.  Their mayor may be a political punk trying to coddle all for his own advancement but islam dudes be careful who you pick a fight with. New Yorkers will jack you up!

Do the people behind this religious rug park think that Americans are not aware of their true intent?  Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf can talk all he wants about the quran never allowing the killing of innocent people, while his fellow muslims thumb their noses at the feelings of those killed on 9-11. You are free to worship but you can’t give the finger to the memory of our people.  Inciting social discourse is not ok.  It is not ok to spit in the face and on the graves of innocent people while you promote your religion, especially when your beliefs have nothing to do with freedom at all.

islam is a religion that infiltrates the mind of weak cowardly people who are beaten into belief right past common sense by the psycho babble of imams and false prophets.  They believe they have the only true word.  That the forced acceptance of islam is the only way to save you the non-believer from losing your head.  Funny I have been on this earth for over 50 years and never have I heard of a Christian blowing themselves up on a bus full of Arabs because the Arabs wouldn’t convert to Christianity.  Do you think that is because Christians lack religious fervor?

Side note here, I am aware of history ok tit for tat artist’s I am familiar with the crusades and I don’t want to talk about the knight’s templar or the Catholic Church or crazy Baptists or all the Muslims killed by previous wars.  We are talking about now people.  Right the hell now.

The American people even if led by cowards who hide behind a political veil of righteousness will not stand for this.  Violence will ensue regardless of how peace loving you may believe us to be.  I and many people I know tire at the double handshake Barack Obama gives to these murderous SOB’s who dance on the flag while enjoying the freedom of a country delivered from tyranny and founded on Christian principles.  You don’t have to follow anything but the law my muslim neighbors.  Preach what you want, but I’m warning you this president is a one term wonder.  The next guy is not going to accept his office by holding his hand on a quran.

Americans love to fight with themselves about race and money and religion, immigration and all kinds of things.   Don’t get too cocky though, when we ban together we are a force to be reckoned with.   For the first time in many years instead of telling the rest of the world to get over it we are the United States, our president  and his robotic congress  have set about kissing the ass of the people all over the world.  Their foreign policy felatio is intended to smooth ruffled feathers in far reaching regions.  This does nothing to promote strength or project resolve.

Fear not though, I have faith in the PEOPLE of New York.  That’s too many cultures mixed together to allow this craziness.  The 100 million dollar multistory Islamic center that will feature a mosque, health club and theater.  Not long after its completion (if they can find someone to build it) New Yorkers will run these people out of town and will be holding Catholic Mass in the converted church, playing Avatar on the big screen and serving pork loin sandwiches and sausage pizza in the snack bar.

Still the fervor of this story will probably abate when our step brother Israel blows Iran to smithereens.  Ahmadinejad has opened his trap one too many times.  They still have a set and have not put them up on the mantle like we have.   That however is for another day.

A couple hundred illegal’s is an immigration problem. Over 12 million illegal aliens is an INVASION! Please do your best to convey to your colleagues as I have done on a local level in Lincoln that it is their duty to:  (a) secure the borders using deadly force if necessary; (b) follow through on a national ID system which requires proof of citizenship/legal residence to obtain; and (c) deport the criminals forcing them to pay restitution, as other criminals are required to do, to defray the costs of their arrest and deportation.  Stiffer fines on the employment of illegals are also a means to an end.  If you continue to feed a stray cat it keeps coming back. 

This immigration battle is being turned by opponents into a race war.  There is nothing to argue.  If you entered the country illegally you are breaking the law.  Color or race has no bearing on the subject.  Many people who oppose restrictions on illegal aliens are upset because this truly is their culture.  Not by being Hispanic we have plenty of legal Hispanic citizens.  There exists a developed sub-culture of people who entered this country illegally and are allowed to stay because of a broken system and generation after generation of outside-in integration (reference any California city)

These “undocumented” who pay no tax, live off of state or federal subsidies and work under the table, off of every corner in every state. Their kids go to public schools funded by our tax money and go to bi-lingual classes, which the schools are mandated to offer.  Imagine if they weren’t required to. Are there any mandated Korean classes? The friends, relatives and compatriots of these illegal immigrants want exactly what they have and that is the cause for marches. Using the veil of discrimination these people scream about humanitarian and constitutional inequity.   “Racism” is the burro in which these people ride to the rally on.      

You would literally have to be blind not to see this.  This country is breaking financially and morally.  We are losing our identity to a people who are draining the economy and threatening our safety.  Anyone who believes that the majority of people who illegally cross the border are coming to the United States for hard work and a better way of life is living in a fantasy world, some obviously do but here’s a suggestion.  Go to Arizona or Texas or California and see for yourself.  Tell the President and Attorney General to step out of their suit of arrogant armor and visit the border when they are done blaming BP for the oil spill.  Tell the Mexican president, tend to and mind his own business so they won’t become our problems. 

Our borders are porous and the Border Patrol has too many politically motivated regulations that tie their hands.  Don’t pay lip service to the problem with 1200 National Guard that are assigned admin positions.  The most giving nation in the world is at an impasse.  The rules of fairness have been exhausted.  People have begun arming themselves, these folks already afraid for their 2^nd amendment rights will seek vigilante justice if we don’t accomplish something viable in the way of legislation. I don’t condone the use of violence but the people of this country will not stand idly by and let drugs, murderers, felons and radical Islamic killers just stroll across our borders.  

Thanks for your time

Still the way I want to remember him is in much the same way as Elvis, not fat and drug induced but singin and swingin.  I was raised in my early days on the king of rock and roll and then later I loved Jackson’s music and his performances that inspired me to dance.  While most kids my age were HDAU in a chevy engine compartment I was at the disco trying to sport some moves.

Michael Jackson is my age and his death shakes my usually stable psyche, no one should die at 50 especially someone who physically (looked that good) seemed in shape.  I know he had some health issues but I wasn’t ready for him to die.

My wife and daughter were tore up at his death and my heart definitely hurt when I heard the news.  No, I wont remember him as a wonderful humanitarian, but I will remember him as a great entertainer with  amazing talent.

No matter how Joe, and Al and the rest of the leeches try to wreck my memory; no matter the inevitable fight for anything of worth, kids etc .  I will remember him through his music and video.
At least now the guy can get some sleep.

Race and Religion, mix in some politics in America and you have a recipe for disaster.  No sense in beating around the bush.  Lets try for a minute to look past what you have been conditioned to believe is fair and use the common sense God gave you.  Can we do that with an open mind?  Is it a prerequisite to attack an alternative thought than affects you even if the logic rings true? 

Anyone of color (I love that, isn’t white a color?) who lived in America from the 1700′s through about oh about 1970 has a right to bitch about despicable treatment. I will not downplay the horrible events that occurred before I was even in kindergarten.  So since I had squat to do with that why is anyone mad at me?  Seriously folks unless you are much older than me, shut the hell up! You are not trying to fight for equality you are trying to get more than you deserve because of your race.

Amongst those I am familiar with, exists not the true definition of racism but a growing irritation at the belief that different makes you special.  The entitlement clause as it were has gone awry. Does racism exists today? Yes and it benefits as well as hinders.  As long as there are close-minded idiots raising their kids to hate for no reason then there will be a fraction of the world f’d up, no other way to say it.

The flip side are the folks who knowingly fight for programs designed to pacify, as if no federal programs exist to protect all people from blatant unfair treatment.  It’s the crazy militants in the forefront pushing for advancement and special treatment, not equality, that goads every news organization in the world to jump all over purported acts of racism simply because conflict sells.  Aren’t we smart enough to see through this.  Both acts erode any possibility of civility.

Even within the hierarchy of races treatment is fickle. When can you remember a high level firing like Don Imus due to something he said about a Chinese basketball team?  How is it that Michael Vick goes to jail and everyone says, well he shouldn’t have killed those dogs, yet that crazy SOB OJ gets off with a wink and a nod.  Come on now, I love dogs but um damn folks.  Somewhere is someone crazy enough to think well that’s about 100,000 to two!  Should we even the score of past injustice to promote peaceful existence.  I know, I know how could I possibly understand, I’m Irish, my people no nothing of hardship and torment.

OK what about this doosey, lets collectively disregard law and allow an entire race of foreigners who some Americans are historically related to enjoy protection under a constitution designed for its legal citizens?  Is citizenship so watered down now that we mitigate their law breaking by changing their moniker?   Once again race loyalty overrides common sense and even seems to suggest that legal rights be earned based on relationship.

If you haven’t noticed because you were too busy being pissed off at the man, the man has changed.  Regardless of your race has your life changed?  It might in the future. According to Supreme Court Justice (the nomination is a given) Sonia SotoMayor, the richness of her experience will allow her to make better decisions than the white man. What does that say about the rest of us? Did she just say, I am a racist Puerto Rican and my intent is to advance only those that fall into a category that I feel strongly about?  No she did not, so why in this land of the free are there programs and people who are federally protected in their belief and promotion of separatism and divisiveness.

Those that benefit from these programs like SotoMayor know inside that fairness is being sidestepped.  IMHO She believes that ultimately the drive for diversity overrides all.

Why is there such uproar and name calling when a different class/race cries foul, are they not entitled to a dream also?  Talk to the firemen in New Haven, Conn.  It all comes down to agendas.  Still, makes you wonder about her statement if it were reversed.  She would be changing radio stations also.

If you believe in God good for you.  I do too, so what, does that make us better than someone who doesn’t.  No!  Now tell a Christian that there is no heaven and that when he or she dies there is no life after death or tell a Buddhist that there will be no reincarnation.  Then try to convince a Mormon not to go on a mission.  Good Luck with that, you will get an argument but you will not get blown up at a street side café.  Talk about an agenda. Oh peaceful Islam, good thing not everyone takes the whole “smite at the neck thing” seriously.

I don’t care if a statue or monument or tablet or pylon and obelisk throughout the land bears the name Moses or the Ten Commandments or Ben Hur.  Seriously, can you bitch about history?  Sure you can, but you don’t get to change it just because it offends you.  Get over yourself Atheist and the associations that drop a lawsuit in support of your craziness.  Jesus Christ people (oh no the Christians just stopped reading) then on the other hand…

Oh holiest of rollers – Stop trying to decide who’s more right, you won’t know for sure until your dead and then you don’t get to come back and say see asshole I told you.  Some religious organizations spend more time bashing each other.  Have they forgotten the big picture?  Isn’t it all about faith?  I believe this and it’s ok if you don’t.  Look around you are you seeking a stone to cast heathen?

So where is the tie-in?  Right here:  Jefferson whom I believe to be the smartest of our fore-fathers in a letter on Jan. 1, 1802, to an address from the Danbury (Conn.) Baptist Association contains a statement “a wall of separation between church and state.” This phrase has become well known because it is considered to explain (many would say, distort) the “religion clause” of the First Amendment to the Constitution: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion …,” a clause whose meaning has been the subject of passionate dispute for the past 50 years. Did this mean that Jefferson did not believe in religion?  No I think he rightfully expected it to be separate but still play a role in the hearts and minds of men.

“When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation”.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are Endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.  – That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men”.

This is in my opinion the meat of the agenda issue.  Let your heart and sole be lifted by the satisfaction you feel in support of what you consider important.  Do not expect me to do any more than respect your right to do so.  Do not think for a moment because you are somehow different entitles you to shite.  Americans are all different.  That’s what the country was founded on, separate states with equal interests.   Different ideals within a commonality of geographics.

Should the government splinter fairness today based on the reprehensible actions of the past?  Would we have the government pass judgement on people based on their own faith based beliefs.  Thank God for the Supreme Court (OH crap there’s a hearing coming up isn’t there?)   Never will I agree with any legislation that benefits one group more than another, unless of course its a veterans group.

Groucho Marx

       A great story by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers

      large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the

      Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a

      few good chuckles are guaranteed.

         My father never drove a car. Well, that’s not quite right. I

      should say I never saw him drive a car.

         He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last

      car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.

         “In those days,” he told me when he was in his 90s, “to drive a

      car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your

      feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through

      life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it.”

         At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed

      in:”Oh, bull—-!” she said. “He hit a horse.”

         “Well,” my father said, “there was that, too.”

         So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The

      Neighbors all had cars — the Kollingses next door had a green 1941

      Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth , the

      Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford — but we had none.

         My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines, would take the

      streetcar to work and, often as not, walks the 3 miles home. If he

      took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the

      three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together.

         My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and

      sometimes, at dinner, we’d ask how come all the neighbors had cars

      but we had none. “No one in the family drives,” my mother would

      explain, and that was that.

         But, sometimes, my father would say, “But as soon as one of you

      boys turns 16, we’ll get one.” It was as if he wasn’t sure which one

      of us would turn 16 first.

         But, sure enough, my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951

      my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the

      parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown.

         It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts,

      loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn’t drive, it more

      or less became my brother’s car.

         Having a car but not being able to drive didn’t bother my father,

      but it didn’t make sense to my mother.

         So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach

      her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I

      learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I

      took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my

      father’s idea. “Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?” I remember

      him saying more than once.

         For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the

      Driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of

      Direction, but he loaded up on maps — though they seldom left the

      city limits — and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.

         Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout

      Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement

      that didn’t seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of

      marriage.

         (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.)

         He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next

      20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin’s

      Church.  She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would

      wait in the back until he saw which of the parish’s two priests was

      on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go

      out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the

      service and walking her home.

         If it was the assistant pastor, he’d take just a 1-mile walk and

      then head back to the church. He called the priests “Father Fast” and

      “Father Slow.”

         After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother

      whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If

      she were going to the beauty parlor, he’d sit in the car and read, or

      go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine

      running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the

      evening, then, when I’d stop by, he’d explain: “The Cubs lost again.

      The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on

      first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored.”

         If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry

      the bags out — and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I

      said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she

      was 88 and still driving, he said to me, “Do you want to know the

      secret of a long life?”

         “I guess so,” I said, knowing it probably would be something

      bizarre.

         “No left turns,” he said.

         “What?” I asked.

         “No left turns,” he repeated. “Several years ago, your mother and

      I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in

      happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic.

         As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your

      depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again

      to make a left turn.”

         “What?” I said again.

         “No left turns,” he said. “Think about it. Three rights are the

      same as a left, and that’s a lot safer.  So we always make three

      rights.”

         “You’re kidding!” I said, and I turned to my mother for support

         “No,” she said, “your father is right. We make three rights. It

      works.”

         But then she added: “Except when your father loses count.”

         I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I

      started laughing.

         “Loses count?” I asked.

         “Yes,” my father admitted, “that sometimes happens. But it’s not a

      problem. You just make seven rights, and you’re okay again.”

         I couldn’t resist. “Do you ever go for 11?” I asked.

         “No,” he said ” If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call

      it a bad day.  Besides, nothing in life is so important it can’t be

      put off another day or another week.”

         My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me

      her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in

      1999, when she was 90.

         She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next

      year, at 102.

         They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and

      bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother

      and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom — the

      house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if

      he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the

      house.)

         He continued to walk daily — he had me get him a treadmill when

      he was 101 because he was afraid he’d fall on the icy sidewalks but

      wanted to keep exercising — and he was of sound mind and sound body

      until the moment he died.

         One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I

      had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all

      three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual

      wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in

      the news.

         A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, “You know, Mike, the

      first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred.” At one

      point in our drive that Saturday, he said, “You know, I’m probably

      not going to live much longer.”

         “You’re probably right,” I said.

         “Why would you say that?” He countered, somewhat irritated.

         “Because you’re 102 years old,” I said.

         “Yes,” he said, “you’re right.” He stayed in bed all the next day.

         That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with

      him through the night.

         He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing

      us look gloomy, he said:

         “I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead

      yet”

         An hour or so later, he spoke his last words:

         “I want you to know,” he said, clearly and lucidly, “that I am in

      no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as

      anyone on this earth could ever have.”

         A short time later, he died.

         I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I’ve wondered now

      and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived

      so long.

         I can’t figure out if it was because he walked through life,

         Or because he quit taking left turns. “

         Life is too short to wake up with regrets.  So love the people who

      treat you right.  Forget about the one’s who don’t.  Believe

      everything happens for a reason.  If you get a chance, take it. & If

      it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they

      just promised it would most likely be worth it.”

 First and foremost, you don’t have to forward every freaking e-mail you receive.  Why do we do this?  This is by far the worst email faux pas, other than maybe typing in all capitals.  Compartmentalize your forwards to those you think would enjoy.  If you are convinced that you are the world’s best judge of humor and enlightenment then fine send across your group dividing line but never be a mass forwarder.  Also clean up your forwards for the love of Pete, please delete the previous addresses I don’t need to see the hierarchy of your life. 

I love people who have to be the first to send it along as if they actually created the email.  Fwd = you didn’t do it.  You don’t get credit for the forward even if you were first.  Sharing is ok, over-sharing is not.  Now this caveat does exist, something that makes you smile will probably make another friend of yours do the same.  That being said some sick shit makes me laugh, not all will appreciate all.  It’s ok to fwd if your intentions are pure.   Some photos fall into this category.   Remember never use reply to all…ever!  No way you know that many like-minded people, and for God’s sake check the TO and CC line before you forward to someone who already got it. 

 Now in keeping with the forward, if you send me an email that says please don’t delete, you will die a horrible death and fall off a cliff if you delete or god will smite you at the neck have the decency to put that at the beginning of the fwd so that I can delete immediately.  I will not be waiting for my blessing or for Bill Gates to give me money, or for oil producing nations to feel the pain of our boycotting certain gas stations. 

 Do us all a favor and think about your forward.  Realize that the email you casually send causes some of us anguish.  Do I reply to this dumb-ass friend of mine after I have Snoped it and found his/her email to be poppycock.  (Elderly parents get a pass on this one)  The only reason this bothers me so much is because I am on a twelve step program that is similar to Al-Anon called IWSF (I will SNOPES first)  Hi my name is Steve and I used to forward everything.  HI STEVE… I will not forward what I do not believe,   I will not believe every thing I receive, I will at least raise an eyebrow or cock my head to the side before I forward…..you get the picture.  My friend MB broke me of this and I feel the necessity to share it with you.   

 Secondly or thirdly whatever – Do not try and envelop me in your agenda.  The restrictions on Politics and religion still apply when it comes to Email.  Unless you were in the same line at the polls or have the same confederate flag in the back of your truck be careful what you forward.  God forbid we offend.  People get fired over email now days.  And while we are on that.  Who gets to decide what email is considered so offensive that you can lose your livelihood over it.  Jeez I say bring back Lenny Bruce.  If it offends him then it truly is offensive other than that lighten the hell up people.  I am easily offended by stupidity but you don’t see very many members of congress losing their position over that do ya?

  So stop trying to get me saved by hoping that I will feel the lord thru the keys and quit trying to enhance my male hood, and If there truly was a chance that I could have an erection for 4 hours I would not call the doctor I would tell my wife to pack a lunch. 

 If I didn’t laugh at Redneck Weddings and Ghetto Fabulous Prom’s I would say come up with something new.  I still want the pictures of puppies and sand/sidewalk art.  I don’t want the e-postcards that make me feel guilty if I don’t open the damn things up.  I do want the little Johnny jokes but stop sending the Blond jokes none and I mean none of them are funny. 

 Quit sending the lists of do you remember because even If I do I don’t want to admit it and I don’t care if I don’t pass the IQ tests (even if I try and cheat), I don’t want to Elf myself at Christmas and I spent 22 years in the Navy so I support the Damn troops quit sending me sentimental messages that say what I already know.    

 There now go out and forward this to at least 62 of your closest friends or you will get hit by a bus.

As I watch, my irritation level rises and my wife who used to be a server at Denny’s (oh my is right!) try’s to keep me calm and out of it.  This is just one of many instances where I have witnessed not just kids but down right bitchy adults contemptuously treat their fellow man or woman with distain simply due to their career choice.

Why do we do this?  Is this a god-given right to torment the waitress or waiter?  I would venture to say that we all have lost patience at some point with a bad server or a person in a customer service position, but does that give us the right to belittle these people?  Who the hell do we think we are Brad and Angelina? (Their probably cool)

I am sure some psycho-babbling “therapist” would say that people who do this are somehow unhappy in their own situation.  Because of their own weaknesses or insecurities these morons take out their frustrations on the defenseless smock or apron-wearer.  I would like to blame the parents but as one, I know too well that training and enlightenment only go so far.

Even I, yes the self-anointed right thinker, have felt my teeth grit on occasion when I receive poor service.  Do we all deserve the best service?  “Damn right you say”… really? Why do you think so? Because you’re the customer, big freakin deal Jimmy.  Seriously, because I am ordering two- “blue plate specials” or “grand slams” if you will, do I truly deserve the 5 star services I think I am entitled to?

I am reminded by my beautiful red-headed daughter that people just suck some times.  She slings pasta and is a photographer/web designer, both at the same time.  I guess most of us can be placed in the “suck” classification on any given day.  Yet I think we often don’t remember what mom and dad said about putting ourselves in the other person’s rubber soled shoes.

I recognize that it was their decision to work at your crappy home town restaurant or diner,  but for the love of Pete, can a sister just get a ridiculous tip every once in a while?  We are quick to make a statement with a 50c tip but have you ever given a ten dollar tip for a small meal and good service?  If your honest, probably not.  ”They don’t deserve it” you say “they just did their job”.  Think about that statement jack-hole.  Who needs the money more than a server?  Most of them are getting paid squat and are living off of those tips.  It’s ok to complain about poor service but many of us are truly uppity little shits when you dig into your pocket for a tip.

So when you lay that dollar down, think about the miserable little douche-bag who turns over the ketchup bottle without the top, or loosens the lids to the salt and pepper shakers.  Think about the punks who connect 75 straws together and sit at the table ordering water for 3 hours.  Much less the padded bra wearing micro-chicks who think they are Paris Hilton when ordering that double chocolate malted shake that you have to hand blend.

Don’t get pissed when you pile all YOUR kids into their own booth and they order the freaking expensive Italian soda because you weren’t watching!  You are their mother not the waitress,  pay attention and tip the girl for having to tolerate your brats.

When you are about to stiff the server look at the plate with the leftover pie you just put your cigarette out in and the milk glass you just stuffed your napkin in and remember that someone has to clean up your mess.  Jeez people I mean really…. ok now I am hungry, I wonder if Village Inn is still open?