it ain't fair, I tell you, it ain't fair

We eat breakfast at our usual Saturday morning greasy spoon and the place is filled with obnoxious types whose volume button is turned to a very high frequency.  Even extrovert Dave laments the lack of  a peaceful atmosphere in which to eat our eggs and there must be a sign outside I tell him that says "Annoying loud people eat free."  And the worse group of dysfunctional misfits is sitting directly behind me.  A mother, grandmother and three little out of control welfare brats and not a wedding ring in sight.  There is pounding on the table, ice cubes being thrown against the wall, endless threats from the adults and then one comment, "I swear to God I'm going to give you one of your brother's pills if you don't calm down."  So this is what it's come to.  None of these people sitting at the ice strewn table will ever do anything productive or constructive for society.  They are leeches and the taxpayers will pay for their Cheetos and Pampers and subsidized housing.

These puppies should have been strangled at birth and saved middle class America a lot of financial headaches and I have always been an advocate for enforced sterilization for the inept and stupid.  We allow capital punishment - how much more of a stretch is this concept - annihilate them before their little infant lungs fill with oxygen and they learn how to fill out food stamp applications.  Crazy family stands up to leave and I have the misfortune to turn and look when the grandmother is bending over and her ass is easily a yard wide and then some inches.

Christ, there are so many things wrong with this picture.

But tomorrow I will be winging to Jamaica, a third world country without a middle class and there's something wrong with that, too. I guess I need to stop thinking so much and just order another drink. There's just so much a midwestern grandmother can do.  I will chat with the young staff at the resort and encourage them to stay in school.