I don't want to come off as one of those angry, bitter people playing some character to try to pull a cheap laugh by pretending to spew bigoted and angry vitriol. My vitriol is unfortunately quite real, and my bigotry is on par with the rest of the country. The only difference being I own up to it.
Don't get me wrong, I don't burn crosses or paint swastikas on kosher delis. But I will admit that I always took a black kid first when picking teams for hoops in gym class, and always assumed the Guatemalans waiting on the N.J. Transit bus were en route to a thankless job in the kitchen of some posh restaurant. Notice I said Guatemalans. If it were Mexicans, I'd have assumed they were looking for someone to stab or a local law enforcement official to behead.
I don't want you to think I deal purely in hatred. Far from it, actually. I do quite a bit of charity work and am really more Libertarian (I don't fuck with you; don't fuck with me being the unofficial party motto) than anything else. I've just decided I'm done pretending what's punching me in the face everyday isn't there.
With that said, I'd like to take a moment to tell you what's found its way under my skin at the moment...
Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives
We've all seen it. And its actually a pretty entertaining show. Even with the host, Guy Fieri, rocking forearm bands, bright plastic sunglasses (backwards across the neck, never over his eyes) and frosted, blonde tips at age 43. My problem is more with the people they interview in these local food joints that are supposed to be God's gift to specific dishes. I'm from Central Jersey, I don't need some obese Midwesterner trying to school me on the best pizza, wings or "Philly-Style" cheesesteaks. God I hate that. When they take a regional classic, try to make it somewhere else and add the word "style". It's like a bullshit cop-out saying "if it sucks, at least we tried." And it always sucks. Unless you are in the general region where that food originated, it sucks. It's why people who have been to Brooklyn, NY or Trenton, NJ won't try Pizza from other places. It just tastes like dog shit. Sorry Chicago, but I am of the school that your product isn't really pizza, but some byproduct of a calzone fucking an apple pie.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. My real issue with the folks wolfing this shit down on "3D" as Guy calls it (yuck) centers more on a specific group. Namely hippies. But not dirt-poor, free love hippies. No. I refer to the pretentious liberal elite you see from time to time on the show.
Recently Guy was at a Soul Food Restaurant in some shit town I could go seven lifetimes without seeing, and got to the usual bit where he slides into people's boothes and tries to fist-bump (you were born in '68, for fuck sake. Stop fist-bumping) them while they gorge on some gluttonous platter of warmed-over tripe. Inevitably there is one of these douchy post-modern libs to ruin my televison experience. Again.
"If You or a loved one died, suffered a hear attack, or stroke..."
We've all seen this. A commercial stating some random medication or procedure may have gone askew and now a bunch of ambulance chasers want you to join a class-action suit for compensation. Even though you were well fucking aware of the side effects in the first place. It's a microcosm of our society. Litigious to the last in search of a quick buck or seat on a gravy train without busting your ass. Now, if the law offices of Binder & Binder (how shady does that jerk look with the Aussie hat on, by the way?) will excuse me, I'd like to offer a common sense retort to my fellow Americans.
First of all, I'm here to see the commercial, so I didn't die. Surely that wasn't your auience anyway. If I did suffer a heart attack, which I have, it wasn't a Goddamn pill as much as the 15-year diet of dollar menus, pizza, buffalo wings, drugs and alcohol.
If it was a family member that died, specifically one of my family members, it was likely shitty genetic mapping rife with hypertension and cancer that got them to Death's door. At best, the pill just did the knocking. Plus, I'm sure getting a cut of the life insurance will help to ease the blow, so why take the bullshit low road and class-action your way to some cash? This underlying American theme of "I wake up with the World owing me something" has got to stop. For the good of future generations we need to suck it the fuck up and take some accountability.
Remember dignity and responsibility for your actions? Remember that? Apparently not. Not at the cost of losing out on a quick buck, anyway.