Let me get this right.  You want to ride in the middle of the road and hang out in the left lane to cross the street diagonally but you don’t want to have to follow any pesky rules of the road like actually stopping at stop signs or anything like that.  Oh yeah, that’s a good plan: All of the rights and privileges and none of the responsibilities.  No wonder I dream of running you all off the road whenever I see you.

I definitely concede the point that there are those catastrophic events or circumstances which can create sudden and prolonged poverty; however, the VAST MAJORITY of individuals whom I’ve met who suffer financially do so as a direct result of their own behaviors.  And it pisses me off to no end.  I don’t mean the suffering part–but the entitlement part that burns my toast.  Though they are rampant consumers, choosing to buy up unnecessary luxuries that I would even deny myself, they have the audacity to feel entitled to handouts from folks like myself.  And do you know why I have disposable income?  Because I don’t spend it on ridiculous electronic toys and extravagant collections of purses and the like.  I am privileged because of my personal choices and shouldn’t be punished to reward those who cannot steer their own acts of volition.

What in the world could possess a person to hold a 3-hour meeting wherein they READ the entire contents of a typewritten packet to the audience?  Am I the only fool who thinks that everyone, including the speaker, would have been better off avoiding such a punitive exercise in futility?

Younger Monkey had a well visit and while I like his pediatrician, many of her nurses are completely incompetent. The one he got today was a particular winner.  It took her 30 minutes to give him his TB skin test and MMR vax.  She was flipping out and restraining him every which way, which was driving him completely batty and pushing me on the verge of physical violence. She stabbed him w/ the PPD point and somehow managed to squirt both me and her!  Then she started all over with the crazy restraining until she realized she’d left the needle across the room on the tray.  As you can imagine, Younger Monkey was totally screaming at this point.

Then with the MMR, she tried and tried and couldn’t stick him so she actually had to call another nurse into the room.  Idiot nurse was so busy swabbing his entire leg with alcohol, she forgot the freaking needle again.  Then after she stuck him, Younger Monkey was still screaming and still restrained by the second nurse who asked if idiot nurse wanted to put a bandage on.  Idiot nurse startles and says, “Oh yeah!  I totally forgot, I was just so happy to give him the shot!”

So that’s the story.  But the real heart of the matter is that this woman was CLEARLY a moron and that this went on for an excrutiating long period of time.  What does that say about me?  Why didn’t I just jump up and grab my poor helpless Monkey and run run run the hell out of there?  I have all this pent up anger and I never seem to be able to emit it to the right person, under the right circumstances, in the right amount of time.  I really really have to listen to my gut and speak up.  What kind of mother doesn’t lash out when her child is in clear and present danger?