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You are a Bad Parent

Yes, I’m talking to you. You are a bad parent. You don’t discipline your kids, you let them run around and annoy the crap out of everyone, you tell them not to do something only to allow them to do it. What gives?

I hate going to public places where there are kids (ages 2-10 at most places, ages 12+ at movie theaters). Kids these days receive no discipline from the parents. They run around like a bunch of crazy idiots and whine until they get what they want. And they will. They always do. Fifty years ago you wouldn’t see the kind of lack of discipline you see today in public places. We’ve not evolved to ignore discipline in order to survive over the past 50 years. We just have parents who won’t tell their kids no. You can read all the books you want, but I guarantee you need to say no once in a while. Heck, more than one in a while. Too many of you want to be your kid’s friend. Well, you know what, you’re the parent. If you wanted to be friends with a kid then you shouldn’t have had one and instead gone to hang out at the park, though some people might find that a little creepy. And don’t give in when they whine, because then you lose the upper-hand and these soul-less beasts will own you. When you’re out in public, keep your kids on a short leash. I don’t mean that literally. Seeing a kid on a leash makes me want to smack the parent. I mean it figuratively. Make them behave themselves and give them real consequences for not doing so. Empty threats do not work and they will soon realize that and you will have just made the next 15 years of your life a living hell as a carpet for your kid to walk on.

I was ranting about kids today with my friend Trix. We decided on one fundamental rule. No kids in public after 7:00PM. Well, she said restaurant, but I want this to apply to malls, stores, movie theaters, everything. What about on the weekends? Well, on the weekends kids must be kept under constant adult supervision. You hear that bad parents? You must watch your kids! Shocking, I know. If all you kid-having people would follow these rules, along with disciplining your kid, society would be a much better place.

Do You Have the Time?

After being watch-less for about a year I finally decided to get the battery replaced on my watch. I didn’t want to make the trip to the mall. I detest that place. It’s full of annoying cell-phone people trying to get me to change my service provider, annoying high school boys, even more annoying middle school girls, and slow old people. Well, I couldn’t think of any place that would replace a watch battery besides a place like Target. I run into Target only to be told that they will only install a new battery if it was purchased at Target. I don’t remember where I purchased my watch, but I know it’s not a Target watch. So, it looks like I’m heading to the mall after all.

So I make the trip up to the mall. It wasn’t as bad as usual there because it was the middle of the day during the week. Though many schools were still out on winter break, I tried to get up and go before the lazy high schoolers would be waking up. I get there and the guy tells me it will be $15.95 for the replacement. The battery costs what, $3 at the most? That means the other $13 went towards paying for his labor, all 2 minutes of it, literally. Wish I got $6.50 a minute in my job. That would be nice. Anyway, he hands me back my watch and I inspect it. He set the date, the day, month, and time in those two minutes. I confirmed the correct time with his giant clock and some other watches at the stand. This guy was good, he disassembled my watch, replaced the battery, and set all the proper time functions in two minutes. I paid and was on my way, with nothing but time on my hands… err, wrist. I get home, trying to get used to the weight on my wrist again, and notice something. The time is wrong! My watch was a good 5 minutes slow to every clock in my room. My alarm clock, the clock on my computer, DVR, and my phone. So my question is, how can a guy who’s sole purpose is keeping the correct time not have the correct time? It was his time, his clocks and watches that were wrong. They were five minutes off. I don’t have much faith in a time keeper who can’t keep time. What’s next, arsonist fire-fighters? Fat exercise instructors? Good pop singers? The world might as well end. At least I’ll know the proper time when it does.

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So Long MySpace

I’ve had a MySpace page for a long time now. I’ve had it before MySpace became the huge thing it is now. I’m not quite sure why I have it. I never use it. The only people I really have friended on there are rappers (that have friended me via various websites like midwestinvasion.com and midwestmixtapes.com and other connections). I don’t message people. I don’t even go to an artist’s website if it is just a redirect to their MySpace. I detest MySpace. It’s ugly, it’s bloated and it doesn’t work half the time. It’s everything that’s wrong with the internet in one place. The worst thing lately is all the spam friend requests. I get at least two per day. Sure, I can probably prevent a few of these by setting my profile to private, but the point is, I shouldn’t have to. MySpace should be smart enough to prevent the spammers from sending out friend requests. Oh well. I’m deleting my MySpace page and I won’t look back. (and if you absolutely need to belong to social networking sites, try out Virb. It’s MySpace done right.)

Wal-Mart is the Seventh Circle of Hell

It’s been a couple years since I stepped foot into a Wal-Mart. Not since I lived in Springfield have I gone into one of those horrendous stores. I was out doing some Christmas shopping on Saturday and I needed to pick up some cold medicine. There was a Wal-Mart right next door to the place I was shopping at so I thought I’d save myself a trip to another store and pick some up here. As soon as I walked through the door, I knew that was a bad idea. There are always way too many people crammed into the stores. So, I dodge old ladies that don’t know how to walk, and weave between guys in camo jackets and NASCAR hats perusing the beef jerky and finally make it to the cold medicine aisle. I grab my medicine and work my way back up towards the registers, bobbing and weaving my way through narrow aisles, center displays filled with crap that I can see no one wanting. “Hey look! A camo colored Christmas bell with the words ‘Git Er Done’ painted on. Oooh, and is that a Chevy NASCAR tie clip?” Seriously, who buys this crap? Well, I get to the front of the store (which the cold medicine was only about 30 yards from the registers, but with all the people and crammed aisles, it takes forever to get anywhere in the store) and wait in line for 15 minutes. Why 15 minutes? Because Wal-Mart likes to have around 3 registers open during the busiest time of the year. Hell, why would they want to pay for more employees and cut in on their profit? Just make the suckers think they have to have the singing bass, 2nd edition and have them wait in line forever. Sell cheap crap to suckers and make a profit. God I hate this store. Call me elitist, call me a snob, or just call me sane. Wal-Mart is a crappy store. Shop Target.

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Sammy Hagar is a Tool

St. Louis has always been a strong supporter of Sammy Hagar. His shows sell out here whenever he plays, the radio stations have always been friendly to him, and I’m sure he’s sold a great deal of records in the St. Louis area. That all may change thanks to his recent show where he revealed just how immature he really is. Before I continue I must state that the story I’m telling is not one I personally witnessed. I was not at his show, but what happened has brought up a heated discussion on radio shows and the internet. According to one fan, this is what happened:

About midway through his set Sammy hoisted a Miller beer and said it’s Miller Time !!!!!

The crows booed loudly, as you would expect in St. Louis.

Sammy then went off about how he went to the A.B. people and wanted to make a Cabo Wabo beer. But, A.B. turned him down and have decided to supposedly go with a Jimmy Buffet Beer-Tequila product instead.

So, Sammy blasted their decision, and said how he would NEVER drink an AB product, and would never serve Carona at Cabo again.

Then, he asked the A.B. employees in the audience to raise their hands, and then told them to go ask the A.B. people about the meeting.

The crowd’s frenzy was gone, and the love affair with Hagar was over for many.

He then mentioned it again a few songs later, and said he has already reserved a date to play Busch Stadium this summer. Although Sammy referred to it as “Miller Stadium.” Loud boos followed, which Sammy snickered at.

“We’re friends with Miller now.” he said defiantly. Several fans flipped the bird at the shows conclusion, and boos were heard among the applause.

Seriously, how immature can you be? Your concert is not a place to air out your grievances because a company didn’t want to do business with you. And, as anyone in St. Louis will tell you, coming into our city and talking bad about our beer is on the same level as going to Mecca and criticizing Islam or to Vatican City and criticizing Catholics. St. Louis is a proud city. We are proud of our city, our baseball and our beer. Talk smack on any of those things and you’ve declared war. Grow up Sammy.