WonderRant Powers – Activate!

“On some days you just want to beat the living shit out of someone, and then have the cops come and clean them up”

– Hunter S. Thompson

Nothing really puts me into a foul mood than watching people I respect, care for, and love get really shat on by some fucking mental midget.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with the Generation Y fuckheads today? These 20-something year old goddamn children seem to wander around the place, wanting to run everything without ever doing any work. I mean, I respect the innate laziness of wanting to avoid all responsibility, in fact, I was quite good at it. But that state of affairs generally means you are sticking it to the man, not trying to be the man.

This pissy, whinining malaise that seems to cross a whole group of degenerates injecting themselves into my world just drives me batshit. Tune in, turn on, drop out. That’s fine. Just don’t whine to me and blame the whole world when you don’t get what you want.

Christ, I suppose the worst part of so many of these children is that they truly think that they not only offer some value to the world, but that that it is their world, and you are just in it for them. Why can’t we just offer them some respect!

When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”

– Jack Burton

You kids want some fucking respect? You want someone to listen to you when you offer priceless advice? Fucking earn it. Pay your dues. Get off your ass and add some value to the world. Fuck, with the sorry state of most of you I’d settle for matching socks and clean underpants.

Got that? Prove to me that you don’t have a skidmark and I’ll show you some respect.

‘Cause what I see are kids dropping out of college, getting a job and expecting to be management out of the gate. Talking some big talk about how amazing they are, then engaging in epic blamecasting when they can’t fill their britches. You know kids, work is hard, that’s why you get paid for it. Don’t make big promises, fail to deliver, then spread it on the people who were there before you came along – fucking shit up in the process.

Hell, I’d be happy if the failure wasn’t so mediocre, can’t you guys put some effort into that at least?

The sad bit is that I can’t even get that mad at these fools. Their own lives are going to be the source of their worst suffering. Years of floundering around like those little yappy dogs – angry at the world for being born small. I did my big fuckups in college, when no one was looking. I figured out I was a jackass, and my biggest goal at that point was to hope that no one else found out too soon.

And guess what kids? You aren’t any better.

Don’t trust anyone over thirty.

– Jerry Rubin

This is what I love, just love about getting older. I don’t have to pretend that I know what is going on all the time. But I know enough not to track the dogshit around the house after stepping in it. “I don’t know that answer, but I’ll get it for you” is always better than making a bunch of shit up, only to have it crash down on you later. But being willing to learn seems in short supply today.

So fine. I am more than happy to watch these waterheads march off into the distance, muppet arms flailing madly, screaming how the rest of the world is the problem, and why won’t we just listen!

Go for it kids. I wish you luck.

In the meantime, get off my lawn!