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Edited on Mon Aug-16-10 12:26 PM by Stinky The Clown
Remember that phrase? Ya don't hear it much anymore.
Brave? We seem like a nation of weenies, actually. One need look no further than our sheep-like acceptance of TSA's treating us like crime suspects to board a fucking airplane. Far too many people whine "Well, if it makes us saaaafer . . . . ." Meanwhile, digital photos of your boobage and winkie are stored and about ready to get released to the internet for all to see your parts.
That same agency points up how not free we are. It is downright creepy how much we willingly allow them to know about us each time we fly. "May I haff yoo pahpahs, plees."
How about going into a building and submitting to an xray for the privilege of entering?
Try to get a job without a credit check.
I tried to buy a hard drive from MacMall a while back. I was using my company credit card. The credit card has my name on it and I own the company. The bills go to my partner, in another state, who also owns the company. MacMall called me back when they learned the billing address was a residence. Did I own the residence? Did I have a mortgage on it? My reply was Fuck You. I bought the hard drive from New Egg.
That new Arizona law effectively mandates that each and every one of us carry not only a "picture ID", but proof of citizenship. Really. And far too many of the fucking weenies in this Home of the Free think that's just peachy-keen.
Look around. How many of us now go about our daily lives with a picture ID hung from our necks? A fucking ID. To demonstrate to some feeble brained fucker - also wearing a hang tag - with a too-tight uniform and a flashlight where the real cops wear their gun can check you out.
Land of the Brave and Home of the Free?
In your dreams.
Now go get in line, you worthless pissants. Right over here, behind my sorry ass.
Edit to correct typos - no substantive change
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