Rant-O-Rama.

Rant #1: Government gimmies.

Why is it that the government seems to be handing out money and loans and bails outs to just about everyone. Me? I get nothing. While I can't get $85 dollars together to put food in the fridge, my government sees fit to loan a failing company 85 billion? Among the dollars gathered for this rather nice gesture is the money I was required to send our wonderful, inept government. Waitdaminute! Why am I digging wealthy people outta' holes they dug for themselves? This is a good idea?! This is what I give money to my government for? So that some people aren't forced to live as I do? Surviving on a budget? Taking chances and suffering if I should fail? (Which I do.) There is something seriously wrong with this picture. The poor get assistance, insurance and help filling their cupboards. The rich get hand outs when they screw up and waste their money. What about me? My money seems to be helping everyone but myself. When all the is said and done, I'm actually far, far poorer than the so-called poor. Less. money. Less food. Less "stuff". Is this right? I sure hope so because it seems to be the way things are.

Rant #2: Speculators.

Our current "problems" are the result of greed pure and simple. Speculators racing in hoping to make a quick miracle buck that they don't actually have to work for and the end result is that the innocent suffer right along with the guilty. Oftentimes, they suffer more. I experienced this in the comic field, where a few got rich milking the speculators and the rest of us poor saps pay the price. I suffered the same thing in the web market. People sopping up millions in exchange for empty promises and outright lies. The end result: The honest got booted right along with the guilty while a select few giggled all the way to riches and prosperity. Now we've got the same things going on in the housing and the oil markets. Whodayathink is gonna' be the ones to really and truly suffer? Take a guess.

Rant #3: Grants.

While I'm complaining and whining, what is it about grants? Who is handing these things out and how do they decide who gets the "pick-me-up"? And why ain't it ever me? I struggle for years trying to make a buck, keep a roof over my head and maybe, hopefully, in my wildest dreams, actually get someplace and do something in this life that has some worth and value. What happens while I toil and struggle? Someone else comes along, gets some grant for whatever it is they give grants for, and begins with far, far more than I've made after decades of work. Am I really this stupid or what, 'cause it sure seems I am. Creating ain't the deal. Working ain't the deal. Getting things given to you is where it's at. Why in the world did it take me this long to see the light? And who exactly is gonna' give me some dough? I really wanna' know.

Grrr. Why was I created so blessed stupid?

Rant #4: Time.

I hate counting minutes. How long until I have to leave for work? How long before I get out of work? How late will so-n-so be today? How long until the bill's due? How long before the weather turns? How much longer before I die? Before my hair disappears and my face looks like a road map? I detest time and I hate wearing a watch (Which I always do.). Maybe this is why I like time-travel stories so much? I love the thought of breaking free of time's restraints and living a free life without time as an obstacle to overcome. Imagine a world where time has no power or purpose. It's a world I would love to live in.

Rant #5: Weight.

I'm not fat but I used to be. I really hate fat. It's embarrassing, uncomfortable and keeps a person from really living life. It destroys self-esteem and ruins relationships. Being fat controls who you are and who people see you as. (Speaking only for myself, of course.) That said, I must admit that being fat does have a few perks. Plainly put, food is a great comfort and security blanket. When everything else in life feels worthless and terrible, little repairs the hurt like a pizza and ice cream. It's wonderful to eat what you like, when you like without a thought and without guilt. Now, being thin does the same thing. You can eat what you like, when you like. (Note: Usually, but not always and not as often.) Believe me, as someone who has been on both side of the fence - thin is better. It feels better and it feels more like "me". I do, however, occasionally miss the ability to grab a box of brownies and chase away a down mood. Even if the release only last for a short while.

I guess the truth is that it's not a matter of being fat or thin or "normal". It's a matter of how you see yourself. If you're fat and like it, or know and/or love someone who is larger and it doesn't bother you (or them), if it doesn't hinder them or force them to hide from the world and the life in front of them, then I say, "Good for you!". You're doing better than most people, thin or not. It's not about the world, it's about you. Have your sausage burritos. Or not. I don't really care.

Rant #6: Rants.

Why is it that people are always on some righteous rant about something and feel that it is their God-given right to have everyone around them shut up and listen as they spew (usually) ignorant twaddle? Why do they think that their opinion even matters, let alone is interesting to anyone but themselves? I hate listening to rants. Rants are angry and self-involved and arrogant and booooring. I know that you've given this (Whatever the heck the rant is about.) a whole lotta' thought but the truth is ... I don't freakin' care what your opinion is! "I already have one of my own and don't need another, thank you very much!"

Hummm ...

I'm running out of things to "rant" about. Boring myself a bit too, if I'm honest. It's not as easy as I'd thought it would be. I guess I just don't feel as worked up about things as most people are. I don't really care if someone else knows, let alone agrees and/or understands, my ideas on any given topic. Bugger it! I doubt most people could keep up with my ever-changing train of thought anyway. Ranting makes me hungry and uptight. I'm Mister Mellow and all of this has been quite a stretch for me. Heck-fire, look at how I had to stretch to find something to get worked up about. I even sorta' made it all up as I went. Not that I'm saying that life isn't filled to the brim with suckage, because it is, I just prefer to hold my nose and look the other way. Life ain't so bad.

Now ... who's got a donut?

Note: If you're very, very good, perhaps sometime in the future I'll grab another handfull of topics outta' my "couldn't really care less" grab bag-o-thoughts and spew them across this page? I'm thinking chop sticks, eye liner and history teachers. Boy-o-boy. Don't get me started.

... Anyhew ...

It looks like I'll be heading out to see the Broncos play this weekend against Tennessee Tech. Should be cool. I think. I've never been to a college football game before. I sure hope it's not too cold. Well, it should be neat-o-keen just for the new experience of it all. That's Saturday. Friday is movies and taco night. I loooove tacos and want one soooo bad. Funny, how food can make all the world's problems not seem so bad, ain't it? No wonder the world is getting so fat. What else have we got except a Big mac and fries? And government handouts and grants and waaay too much (never enough) time.