Waa-aah!
Is it just me or are more and more people these days being bigger and bigger titty-babies?
It just seems like all these adults are whining about not getting stuff that—while they might in some sense deserve—they don’t really have much justification to expect.
And it’s not just Republicans in Congress, it’s a perfectly reasonable folks who are otherwise no more annoying than any others of us.
I don’t know what it is—so I’ll blame in on the internet and cell phones, naturally—but whatever, I continually be surprised with the sense of entitlement people have about what strikes me as relatively minor stuff.
By comparison, I myself am all stoic and self-possessed even though I have huge complaints to make—notably, of course, that I didn’t get my invitation to last night’s White House State dinner! Not that I would have gone, mind you, even though the meal was vegetarian, but it’s the principle of the thing, the principle being, waa-aah! Who’s the titty-baby now?
Being the country’s most highly-acclaimed writer of 327-word essays should, I think, count for something, but I guess not; that’s what comes from speaking truth (or at least truthiness) to power—which is just what I was doing last night as I yelled at my battery pack, hah!
You see how easy it is to fall into the habit of complaining? Not that I’m complaining about that, I’m merely pointing out what others have failed to notice—even some of those who DID eat Roasted Potato Dumplings with Tomato Chutney off of Castleton china and Lenox crystal.
I suppose I could be grateful that I wasn’t asked (or that my invite got lost in the mail, that’s more likely), because, apparently, the after-dinner entertainment included a performance by the National Symphony Orchestra, conducted by none other than Broadway has-been Marvin Hamlisch.
Not that I’m complaining, but I might lost my pumpkin pie tart with caramel crème at that.
It just seems like all these adults are whining about not getting stuff that—while they might in some sense deserve—they don’t really have much justification to expect.
And it’s not just Republicans in Congress, it’s a perfectly reasonable folks who are otherwise no more annoying than any others of us.
I don’t know what it is—so I’ll blame in on the internet and cell phones, naturally—but whatever, I continually be surprised with the sense of entitlement people have about what strikes me as relatively minor stuff.
By comparison, I myself am all stoic and self-possessed even though I have huge complaints to make—notably, of course, that I didn’t get my invitation to last night’s White House State dinner! Not that I would have gone, mind you, even though the meal was vegetarian, but it’s the principle of the thing, the principle being, waa-aah! Who’s the titty-baby now?
Being the country’s most highly-acclaimed writer of 327-word essays should, I think, count for something, but I guess not; that’s what comes from speaking truth (or at least truthiness) to power—which is just what I was doing last night as I yelled at my battery pack, hah!
You see how easy it is to fall into the habit of complaining? Not that I’m complaining about that, I’m merely pointing out what others have failed to notice—even some of those who DID eat Roasted Potato Dumplings with Tomato Chutney off of Castleton china and Lenox crystal.
I suppose I could be grateful that I wasn’t asked (or that my invite got lost in the mail, that’s more likely), because, apparently, the after-dinner entertainment included a performance by the National Symphony Orchestra, conducted by none other than Broadway has-been Marvin Hamlisch.
Not that I’m complaining, but I might lost my pumpkin pie tart with caramel crème at that.
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