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Disclaimer: I've got my Rantipants on. Coarse language ahead.

We were Comcast customers for many, many years- close to 14 years I think. It was not out of any loyalty after a few years though. It was because it was the only game in town.  My issue was rarely with the service itself- that was pretty ok most of the time. My issues were always with customer support. It sucks ass at my local office but I thought it was the same everywhere.

Everytime there was technical issue, it was our router or our fault. Nothing was ever their fault. Everytime there was billing issue, it was a nightmare. Once, after a hurricane that knocked out power for 10 days, they doulbled our bill and INSISTED we had equipment and service we didn't have. The customer support philosophy at my local office seemed to be "We're doing YOU a favor." And it only got worse.

Then at some point in the last several years, they began billing one month in advance with no advance warning. When I called to question it, I was told that Cable and Internet service was a subscription service, not a utility and therefore they could do what they wanted. If I didn't like it I didn't have to subscribe and it was afterall instituted to benefit me, the subscriber. It would lighten my load, help me out. Well, yes, except there was no cable or broadband service unless you paid them for it. 

When we moved, they refused to apply the month in advance I paid to the new address. We moved in the middle of our billing cycle and therefore it was possible to transfer service but not payments to a new address. WTF? At the time, we were doing ok and the bill wasn't that much at the time it was less than $100 so, I let it go EXCEPT I quit paying that month in advance. That was I was only paying for what I was using and not more, so I thought.

Then I got the bill. I was charged a two buck late fee on the amount I didn't owe because according to them, the bill was not paid in full. So, I lived with the late charge. In the mean time, they began charging  a five buck fee to process credit card payments using customer support. If you called customer support  more than three times in a month for a non-technical issue, they assessed another five dollar fee. Online payments were wholly incovenient unless you enrolled in automatic payments every month. Then, when I got my bill in January 2009 I saw an EIGHT dollar late fee assessed. Eight fucking dollars? Really? WTF?

Two Hineyholes in a Hummer

In order to use disabled parking legally you need to have plates with the logo or hang your placard in the front window. As someone who needs to use disabled parking, I see perfectly able-bodied people use these spots all the time and more and more they are getting brazen about it. No embarrassment, no guilt when they are caught.

There are those people who have a disability and take advantage of it. These are the ones who park in front of entrances and no parking zones or even in the loading area of an already filled spot, hanging the placard in the window as though it is some sort of acceptable excuse for deliberate inconsiderateness.

KInda like the lady who parked a huge duel-axis pickup 3 feet away from the entrance at the hardware store a few weeks ago. She told me I was rude because I muttered under breath, 'Some people don't have to use parking spots'.  She was was talking to someone on her cell phone and interrupted her conversation to tell me I was rude. She pointed to her placard ferociously and said she was disabled and was picking something up. She toid me I didn't need to be so rude and ruin her day.

I would agree. You must be far more disabled than you look.

And there are those who have a placard and either refuse or don't display it properly and expect people to simply know they have one.

It's been happening so much that all I can do when I see it is mutter under my breath or or shake my head.

So yesterday, we stopped off at our neighborhood Walgreen's. I noticed a brand new, spit-polished and detailed Hummer, shiny clean rims and all. I looked at the plates, no logo. As we pulled into the other disabled spot, we both looked past the passenger on the cell phone to the rear view mirror. No placard.  As I got out of our truck, I looked back over at the truck and shook my head as I walked into the store.

Once I got to the pharmacy, I was treated to an unhappy man yelling at the Pharmacy Tech. He called the kid a jerk and was a complete hineyhole.  Why?  Because he couldn't read his own prescription bottle right. He insisted the expiration date was 11/31/08 and he insisted the tech look at it. "Sir, I see 10/31/08 not 11/31/08".

Uhhh... DOOD... there is no 11/31/08, even in a leap year.

So after Mr. Hineyhole finishes his tirade and tells the techit was his responsibility to let him know when his prescription  expires, I did my business and made my way out of the store, several feet behind Mr. Hineyhole.

Guess which vehicle Mr. Hineyhole got into?  Yep. The Hummer.

As I walked over the truck and was getting in, Mrs. Hineyhole had some words for ME.

"Maybe next time I'll take my autistic son in there and you can shake your head at him!".

Well, if he's as big a hineyhole as you and your husband I just might, CHICK.

"Huh?" is  what Manthing asked me as I was getting the truck. When I explained to him what it was all about, he told me they had a placard on the dash, not hanging in the window.

The times I have forgotten to hang the placard, I expect people to look at me weird or at the very least shake their heads a what a hineyhole I appear to be. They don't know I forgot. I certainly don't cop an attitude and hang out of a car window yelling like a fish wife at a total stranger because they shook their head at my vehicle

So here are a few tips to follow if you are ad disabled parker:

If you have a placard use it. 

If you don't, don't park there.

If it says 'NO PARKING', don't park there.

Don't get ugly because other people can't see the placard you refuse to hang or you think you can park anywhere because are disabled.

And don't use your kid as your weapon...for anything.

Just cause YOUR KID is autistic, doesn't give YOU special privileges.

AND

If you mutter under your breath, make sure you do it quietly.  ;)

What About Free Speech & Responsibility?

Okay, people. Can we please ease up on the political correctness here?

First, there was the outcry this week over Don Imus again:

I noticed it this week only because hearing about it vaguely annoyed me. But I was pre-occupied with more pressing matters so I didn't linger on it.

This morning, I checked my morning e-mail and found an e-mail asking me to sign a petition to let Kathy Lee Gifford her latest dumb ass crap had pissed off a bunch of pagans.

Oy Vai.

Here's what Kathy Lee Gifford did and said:

Now, because I identify as a pagan, I am automatically supposed to get my bloomers bunched up over this?

FIRST:  I say bullshit. So you don't like what Kathy Lee Gifford said. Big deal. That doesn't mean you get to shut her up. Sorry. You can bitch about she said. You can start petitions to make her apologize for what she says. But that doesn't mean she will shut up or her employers will censor her or force her to apologize.

Last time I checked, I live in America and you know what? I can say whatever the hell I want about anyone I want because we have a little thing here called Free Speech. I may not like what people say but they have the right to say them without fear of losing their jobs or harassment or censorship.

SECOND: So Kathy Lee referred to pagans as "bad and nasty". Does anyone in this country not know what an ignorant, vapid, dunder-headed ancient bag of dusty wind Kathy Lee Gifford actually is? Hello? Is KATHY LEE GIFFORD'S  uneducated, narrow-minded stupid ass OPINION really that big of a deal?

THIRD: As a pagan-type person, I want to  know who the bad guys are.  I want to know who doesn't like me. I don't want them hiding off in the shadows making idiotic, insipid dumbass comments where I can't see or hear them.  I want them front and center for all the world to see.

"Well", said someone today as we were discussing this, "with that logic I guess it would be fine with you if a pedophile moved into your neighborhood because they have a right to live, right?"

Would I be "fine" with it? No. I wouldn't care to have a pedo in my neighborhood, especially if I had kids. BUT, the pedo has a right to live anywhere he wants as long as he follows the rules, goes to therapy AND DOESN'T DO ANY KID TOUCHING OR RAPING OF ANY KIND. We live in a free society and because it's free, all kinds of people get to live wherever they want.

What about what happened to that guy in California, recently? He only said he was obsessed with kids and thought about touching them and they ran him out of the fucking state. True enough, he was wacko- certifiable. True enough, he got put in the pokey because he wouldn't keep away from the grade school after the court order forbid him to be within 400 yards or something of it. But chasing him out of his home because of what he might do? That was wrong. Better safe than sorry you might think but I think we tread on dangerous ground when we begin participating in mob mentality. Very dangerous ground.

So I may not like it and it may worry me but the pedo still has the right to live wherever he wants to live. Once he violates the rules and touches ANY kid, I'll sign every damn petition that comes down the pike and do whatever I can to get him and keep him out of my neighborhood. Get the fuck out and don't come back. Have a terrific, incarcerated life, you piece of shit rat bastard.

"You'd feel differently if you had kids. You'd want to know your kids are safe".

Uhm, wouldn't that be my responsibility? As a parent it'd be up to me to protect my kid, right? I'll tell you, I'd have ZERO FUCKING PROBLEM telling my kid:

"See that person who lives in the green house on the corner"?

"Yes, Mommy."

"Well, stay way from them. You have my permission to ignore that person. You don't have to say hello or be polite to them. If they touch you or come near you, scream your head off and run away from them as fast as you can. That's a bad, sick person and they hurt children so stay away from them".

And if they didn't stay away from the weirdo on the corner, we'd be having some chats and some grounding going on at my house.  Sometimes, a little healthy fear is good for a kid.

So, do I like what Don Imus or Kathy Lee said? Not particularly. I also consider the source. Kathy Lee Gifford is an ignorant sack of aging wind and Don Imus is a dinosaur. I'd tell my kid to run away from them screaming too.

What about you?

More Dear Doctor Fun

Well, just to show me... Dear Doctor's office returned my call about 4PM.

I still did not speak to the doctor directly.

NURSE 1: I got a message here that you called Dear Doctor for a referral for a new doctor?

ME: Yes.

NURSE 1: Well, Dear Doctor cannot automatically refer you to a new doctor. Can you SEND US A LIST (emphasis mine) of the physicians in your network and if he knows any of them, he will be happy to recommend them.

ME: I need to provide you with a list? Are you telling me Dear Doctor doesn't have the name of a doctor who can provide me with the level of care he can without looking at a list *I* send him?

NURSE 1:  Yes.

Motherfucker. I even have to provide a name for my own fucking recommendation.

ME: Well, you know, I really don't think I care to go to all the trouble to do that. You guys have already inconvenienced and insulted my intelligence enough for one day. But, perhaps he knows of the new physician I intend to visit. Her name is Hopefully Competent, MD and she works of the Hospital Dear Doctor left to be a part of your retarded three-ring circus family practice.

NURSE 1: Well, I'll pass this information on to Dear Doctor and give you a jingle back.

ME: I'll wait with baited breath.

About 10 minutes later, another nurse from Dear Doctor's office called me.

NURSE 2: This is Perky Unhelpful Nurse 2 at Dear Doctor's office.  Unfortunately, Dear Doctor doesn't know Hopefully Competent MD.

What a fucking surprise.

NURSE 2: I am sorry this has happened. Unfortunately this does happen sometimes when you switch insurance. My husband had to go through this very thing last year so I know it is devastating.

Uh, hello ? You fuckers STILL aren't listening to me and if it's so "devastating" why the fuck do you do it?

ME: Wait a minute! Just hold it! this has nothing to do with MY insurance company.  My insurance company called YOUR business office and wanted to make it so I could continue to see Dear Doctor.  YOUR BUSINESS OFFICE has refused to accept my insurance. It has ZERO to do with my insurance and everything to do with YOUR business office.

NURSE 2: Oh. So this has to do with our policies and not your insurance?

"CLICK" goes the lightbulb.

ME: That would be correct.

(long pause)

NURSE 2: Oh. Well. I'm very sorry we cannot help you.

ME: Well, a few hours ago I might agree with you. But I don't now because even if Jesus came down and visited your business office and made them see the light, I would still need to take a big pass on ever being treated in that office again.

What is too bad is that Dear Doctor is a good doctor and I was very pleased with  his medical expertise and attention; it's your business office that sucks big time. I have had to see a lot of doctors in the last 10 years regarding my spinal cord injury and I have NEVER been treated so poorly or not been allowed to speak with to my doctor when I specifically asked to do so. And as long as Dear Doctor is hooked up with your outfit, I'll seek medical treatment elsewhere. I have enough going on without being treated like an inconvenient commodity.

(long pause)

NURSE 2: Well, I wish we could help but apparently we can't. Oh and the doctor says your prescriptions will need to be refilled by your new physician.

No surprise there, either.

ME: I figured as much.

And that was the end of that.

So, once I have calmed down enough to write a decent letter, I will once again write to Dear Doctor because I am not at all sure he ever received the first one. And to make sure he will receive it, Manthing said he will have a chat with him at his next appointment and hand deliver a copy of the letter to him, in case Dear Doctor never receives the second one.

Because as Eden has pointed out in the past, there's a chance he doesn't know what is going on. Still, it seems to me that he'd want to make it his business to know. I'll post a copy here once it's done.

Dear Doctor

Dear Former Primary Care Physician:

Since you didn't respond to my first letter regarding your business office, here's another. Your business office manager is an asshole. The "patient services representatives" all need a pole right up their ass. Your business office's best practices suck. Your business office is not at all accessible for people with disabilities disability friendly. In fact, I'm surprised it's set up to see sick people at all.

Signed,

Me, your former patient.

DISCLAIMER: Please note there is some explicit language in this post. If you can't take swearing, pass for the day.

Because I thought he was a great doctor and I was happy with the level of medical care he gave me, I was willing to take a cab to my appointments because I cannot drive and his office is not on a bus line. I was willing to accept the surly and unprofessional receptionist as she was.  I could overlook the nurse's attempts at bullying me to climb on the scale and their impatience with me for wanting to discuss my health issues with the doctor and not them. I could look past the paper signs in the exam rooms that told patients that referrals had to be picked up at the office and not faxed because "too many of them had been lost".

But today was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. This isn't the first time I've had dealings with the business side of his practice and I am done with it and done with "Family Practice". I thought it might be easier to see the same doctor Manthing sees. How terribly mistaken one can be.

When I called to reschedule a missed appointment today, I was told there was a "restriction" on my account. Evidently, even though my new insurance pays out of network benefits, and his practice is not affiliated with a large health care management group to restrict what his practice can and cannot do, the business office refused to talk with my insurance company and make it so that I could continue to allow him to continue to be my health care provider.

ME: "Well, jeez, what would have happened if I had been able to make the original appointment?"

BUSINESS OFFICE: "Let me check your chart. Ohhhhhhhhh, you are a Medicare supplemental patient. You would not have been seen by the doctor."

ME: "Uh, why didn't your office contact me about this problem?"

BUSINESS OFFICE: "We have a busy practice and don't call patients about their accounts. That is their responsibility."

ME: "How does one know there's a problem if the business office doesn't let you know?"

BUSINESS OFFICE: "Office policy is that we don't call patients about their accounts. We don't have time."

Nice. Fuckers.

Obviously, I was going to get nowhere so, I moved on.

ME: "Okay. You know, I am really tired of all this shit crap with the business side of things there. For months we have gone back forth over this issue. I'm done. Obviously, the business office could care less about accommodating patients with special needs. I have health issues that need addressing so I'd like to talk with the doctor. to see if he can refer me to another doctor who would a continue to provide me with the quality of care he provides." 

BUSINESS OFFICE: "Ma'am, all you need to do is contact your insurance provider who can refer you to a physician in your network."

ME: "I would like to speak to the doctor regarding a referral. I realize you don't think that's what I should do however, I would like to speak to the doctor to get a referral. I will look up the name he gives me to see if they take my insurance".

BUSINESS OFFICE: "Well, I'll send the message back but really all you need to do is call your insurance provider. Our medical staff is very busy."

ME: "What is the issue with talking with the doctor or his nurse? Why does this need to be so difficult? What is the problem?"

BUSINESS OFFICE: "Fine! I'll send the message back!"

ME: "Thank you. Now I need to speak to a nurse about the prescriptions that need to be refilled so I have a little time to find a new physician".

BUSINESS OFFICE: "I can only send that message back as well".

So instead of waiting around for phone calls that I know will never come, I called my pharmacy who informed me she had called my doctor's office last week and gotten refills on my current medications. Nobody called to let me know that.

How fucking bizarre is that? Walgreen's did a better job of getting scripts for my refills than the doctor's office!

Deciding luck might be with me for a few minutes, I decided to roll the dice, do some research on a new primary care physician and make an appointment. In doing that, I realized I'd need my medical records.

Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker and Tits to quote a great philosopher.

ME: "I need to speak to someone in medical records to have my  records sent to me. How do I go about it?"

RECEPTIONIST: "Medical records doesn't speak to patients. You need to drop by the office and pick up a form to request your records".

WTF?! The medical records department doesn't talk to patients either?

ME: "The form cannot be mailed? I am disabled and unable to drive so dropping by is not really something I can do easily."

RECEPTIONIST: "I'll send the message to records. Where do you want the form sent to?"

I gave her my address but I have no real clue if the form will be sent.

Call me persnickety but I like the idea of being treated like a person instead of a inconvenient commodity. And maybe, I'll think twice about continuing to see a physician who allows his patients to be treated that way in the future.

Interestingly, the new physician has patient forms on-line so you can download them and have them ready for your appointment or send them back. And she's a woman.

I need a nap.

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I'm Back And It's Finally Over

I've been on vacation with Manthing's family in the Outer Banks, Duck, NC to be more exact.

It was a nice vacation lots of doing nothing in particular. I read, did a little research for an article, some cross-stitching, lots of laying around, kid- wrangling (we have 6 nieces, ages 3 to 12), swimming, movie watching and video game playing.

I also got together with some dear friends also down on vacation for an afternoon of shopping. Manthing and I took a trip to the Aquarium at Roanoke Island , where I delighted in watching the Otters. I got used to nothing in particular, quickly. Photos forthcoming.

But now I am back and I got my Rantipants on.

Last night, I got an e-mail regarding my comment on Twitter about Obama. So far, I haven't made public comment on the DEM Race. I am so fucking glad it's over, I nearly wet myself. But now, it seems more than a little obvious to me that what the American people want (the popular vote) is not what is important here.

I belong to neither party. I see my political leanings as moderate. I vote my conscience, who I believe is the best person for the the job and as a famous Queen once said: "We are not amused".

The choices presented to me suck- big green ones. Obama or McCain: a choice between bad and worse.

There's a lot of talk about Civil Rights and how far we've come, "in just 50 years", now that Obama has enough Dem Delegate votes to win the nomination at the convention. It isn't only that he is inexperienced, Obama's speech/pandering last night was nauseatingly condescending and sickeningly hypocritical. To her credit, Clinton stuck to the topic at hand and thanked everyone who has supported her and continues to do so.

Just as I would not vote for Clinton based solely on her gender, I would not vote for a man or a woman based on their ethnicity. That's right I said ethnicity and not race. To refer to Obama as a different race, is stupid. Despite skin pigmentation and ethnicity differences, he is still a member of the human race is he not? 

This Dem nominee race has also seen a little history repeating itself. No matter how things change, they still stay the same.

In 1848 the first Women's Rights Convention was held in Seneca Fall, NY. 68 women and 32 men sign a Declaration of Sentiments, which outlines grievances and sets the agenda for the women's rights movement. A set of 12 resolutions is adopted calling for equal treatment of women and men under the law and voting rights for women.

The Emancipation Proclamation abolished American slavery in 1863.

The 13th Amendment, ratified in 1865, made abolition law and prohibited all forms of slavery.

" Section 1. Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime where  of the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction".

 

The 15th Amendment, ratified in 1869 gave Black men the right to vote.

Section 1. The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude.

Seventy years later, the 19th Amendment, ratified in 1919 gave women the right to vote.

"The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex. Congress shall have power to enforce this  article by appropriate legislation."

True enough, it is a historical first that an American woman campaigned for a presidential nomination and it only took 22 years. The first woman to run for "high office" was Ferraro in 1984.

I won't pretend I won't be disappointed if Clinton chooses to become Obama's running mate. In thinking about it, it does take the sting out of a nomination for Obama. If change from the status quo is what we are truly looking for then perhaps, tenatively and cautiously I would be open to voting an Obama/Clinton ticket. Once I quit retching, anyway. Worse than an Obama/Clinton ticket  would be a McCain/And Anyone He Picks ticket.

Given how history appears to repeat itself, I wonder if I will see another qualified woman run for and win the office of President of the United States in my lifetime. I sure hope it won't take 81 years to see a qualified woman in the office of the President of the United states.

In case you are interested you can find a pretty comprehensive list of Women Presidents Appointed Heads of state around the world here.

*Note: I used the candidates voting records instead of the usual wiki bios in the links.

***UPDATE***

For those interested:

You can find info about Victoria Woodhull here.

Info about Margaret Chase Smith can be found here.

Info about Shirley Chisholm can be found here.

NaBloMoPo 02 :: Depression & Recovery

Lotta was over on her blog today discussing depression and I went and found my rant-i-pants

She made a good point about how the process of 12 Step recovery would be helpful in dealing  with a depressed family member. I have 20 years of sobriety this year (it came and went in July, people) and I have to say one of the single most important part of the whole recovery process is honesty. 

I have had to sit and listen to people tell me how my addiction to drugs and alcohol affected them. None of it was pleasant but it was important for me to hear. I had to sit and tell others how their behavior affected me. Not all of it was pleasant to say but it was important for me to do it.

MM: Blechmoud I'minsanejad

1. The Misanthtropic: Name something about humanity you absolutely hate.

Wanton Stupidity

I'm thinking of Columbia University here. I'm thinking that if I were parent with a Freshman or maybe even a sophomore at Columbia, I'd have to at least consider paying tuition to another University next year. I am mot interested in supporting the the kind of bullshit that went on there over the last few weeks.

With tuition costs at Columbia University ranging from $17,000 to $34,000 per year, I think I could support an educational institution elsewhere that wasn't headed up by a board of dumbasses and a complete idiot at the School of International & Public Affairs at Columbia . Another thing to keep in mind is that most speakers and lecturers are paid by the institution that invite their lecturers. I don't know if they paid him to speak but I would not be at all surprised if they had.

Remember, a committee had to approve giving Mahmoud Ahmadinejad a platform in which to try and pull the wool over everyone's eyes, use the opportunity to further blast and impune the US in Iran and the Arab world by giving him a forum in which to share to his insanity.

Here are the two links I found with the complete transcript of the event:

Arizona Daily Star Online  and Zionation

The Washington Post published only Ahmadinejad's speech.

2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad; not that he needed me to expose him as any of these things.

US News & World Report found 10 Things about him I didn't know.

Here's  a new interview with Charlie Rose as published  by the International Herald Tribune.

BBC News did this piece on him last year.

And if you need  extra-special proof, here's his "blog". Be sure to check the "English" option to eyeball his blather.

3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.

Lee Bollinger, President, Columbia University

If you read his introduction, he makes it pretty clear that disagreed with John Coatsworth's (Acting Dean of the School of International & Public Affairs) decision to invite Ahmadinejad but it was not an especially bright or effective strategy to invite him and then insult him especially if the goal is to persuade Iran, Syria or the world of the case against him.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.

Here are some good pieces regarding the Columbia debaucle:

New York Times: Middle East, New York Times: CityRoom Blog , The Independent (UK) , BBC News and The Jerusalem Post

5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it

Authentic

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.

I wish people would think for themselves instead of blindly swallowing the rhetoric and bullshit the media throws at the public at large about most everything.

Now it’s your turn.

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Paris Contained

Paris was "reassigned" yet again. She never was "released", you know. So it's back to the klink. Apparently she is very traumatized by her "ordeal". According to TMZ.com Hilton left the courtroom in tears, screaming, "Mom, Mom, Mom." Hilton was also heard saying "It's not right." Poor, dear. Jail is tougher on some than others. I have not a doubt that this is tough for her. 23 hours a day alone in cell with only yourself and your issues to keep you company can be somewhat difficult. Perhaps, dear Paris, you might consider paying attention to your probation requirements to avoid boring us in the future. God knows the media, won't spare us. Her attorneys are burning the midnight oil writing an appeal to filed Monday. But until then she is in the hoosgau longing for the days when she was free to grab her crotch on the French Riviera. YAWN. At least Robert Downey Jr. was entertaining. And many thanks, Attie, for your shout out! You crack me up too!

Shut Up. I'm Busy.

I've been busy. My brain has been busy. I am doing real life important things.

Busy with adjusting to the summer pain level I learn to readjust to and tolerate every year. Busy with getting work done for the two art shows in August. Busy cleaning up the studio so I can be photographed at work.Busy with writing. Busy with the search for a new job. Busy stressing and obsessing about money stuff. Busy with Outside the Lines stuff. Busy attempting not to beat myself up for whatever I feel like I am not doing as well as I should be doing it.

I mean, I am busy with important shit here.

And PERHAPS it is because I am busy that I have found myself the last few weeks talking back to the television a lot more lately.

Do I care that Paris Hilton is in the clink? Or that Nicole Ritchie is knocked-up? Is it really necessary for me to have an opinion about David Hasselhoff's custody issues? Why do I care that Alec Baldwin and screamed at his child inappropriately? Do I need to be subjected to the toddler fights on the View AND not only pick a side but also have an opinion? I won't choose a side. My opinion is simply this: both sides are equally obnoxious and that there is some middle ground that they can meet on, if only they'd get their asses down from around their ears.

Why are any of these things NEWSWORTHY?

And what about this Andrew Speaker, Mr. TB Guy? Okay, it was enough when he got up on morning television and blubbered his apology while adamantly complaining about being unfairly cast as inconsiderate, irresponsible, thoughtless, and clearly self-absorbed. So you're a newlywed who can't kiss or bone your new bride for the next 6 months. I feel for you, buddy. I'd suggest using some the next six months determining if procreating is something you really need to do. I hope the honeymoon was fucking worth it, bonehead. Maybe you'll think twice next time when your medical team tells you they'd "prefer" that you not go anywhere until after you've been treated for a dangerous airborne disease.

Everyone now knows what dick he is and that he isn't coping well with being held accountable for his own actions and choices. I was done hearing about his stupid-ass. He wasn't contagious and no one will probably get sick because of his poor decision making skills. And if someone does, I hope he gets what with surely be coming to him. But, really couldn't we just move on?

Hell no.

I turned on my television the morning after his weepy, crocodile tear-filled interview and was subjected to his family STICKING UP for the guy. I was amazed at how outraged THEY were that everyone in the world was ticked off because TB Guy was jet-setting all over Europe. What the hell? He may not have meant to put anyone in harm's way and he may be a nice guy. But he still made really, really, fucking stupid decision and you all supported him on doing it. Intent doesn't make the what he chose to do different. Just because he "didn't mean" to hurt or upset anyone doesn't change the outcome.

It's a real brain trust there, I'll tell you. It's no wonder the guy can't make reality-based decisions. Clearly his parents and in-laws are from another reality far, far away from the one most of us live in.

Just shut the fuck up, Andrew,  and take your medicine like a big boy.