Sunday
Dec202009
Choppin Block: It’s a Namby Pamby Kind of World…
Sunday, December 20, 2009 at 01:24AM
I was recently reminded how coddled the youth of this county’s upper middle class and above tend to be when faced with adversity or criticism. Not only is everything (good or bad) within a hair’s reach of their greasy little fingers, but more than likely they will not even be held responsible for any consequent decisions and often encouraged when they make the choice to stick their tail between their Ugg covered legs and run.
I blame society. The marketing industry bombards this age bracket with the latest and greatest materialistic mumbo jumbo that will help the teen terrors climb the social status ladder faster than a blackmailing single female executive (if you know what I mean). It may have gone from Izod to the I-pod but having the IT thing puts you on another level. No matter how many teen movies that come out that make fun or light of such cliquish adolescent behavior and how everyone always thinks that they were friends with everyone, we all know that this pecking order exists. The cruelty factor is about three levels higher than Gitmo during Bush’s last term.
I blame the parents. I always thought they cut the umbilical cord at birth but I think the latest trend veers toward having it attached until well into the teens. Why do teens need to put ICE next to mom or dad’s number in their cell, couldn’t someone just pick up the umbilical cord and attach a tin can to it like you did when you were a kid to get a hold of them. The parents of this nation are raising the largest group of namby pamby’s this country has seen since the child coal miners’ strike of 1912 and hell those kids were fighting for a live canary, a candle, and ten minutes of fresh air a day. Today’s youth have a hissy fit if you take away their cell phone during class.
I blame you. I understand that you hormone filled insolent pricks are going through a rebellious stage but here is a fucking lesson you should learn and learn fast: When a boss, professor, or superior criticizes, don’t go into turtle mode, sucking your thumb, and crying to your mommy about how “everybody hates me, and oh yeah other people were doing the same thing and didn’t get yelled at” and don’t then proceed to change majors or quit or job because you hit a rough patch the size your under-developed brain. How about instead you buck up and take the criticism for what it is: a fucking attempt to make you less of a jackass in whatever you do. For your information, you do not come out of the womb with a fucking ounce of wisdom. If God wasn’t nice enough to put some stuff like sucking your momma’s tit on auto-pilot your soft little gel filled body wouldn’t last a damn day. Thus when you make the same mistake over and over and over again and get yelled at because you don’t get the lesson that is trying to be taught to you for the umpteenth time, don’t blame it on anybody but your namby pamby ass because you are about as useful to society as a bag of used cocoons and probably will have about as much backbone as the caterpillar that once lived there.
I blame society. The marketing industry bombards this age bracket with the latest and greatest materialistic mumbo jumbo that will help the teen terrors climb the social status ladder faster than a blackmailing single female executive (if you know what I mean). It may have gone from Izod to the I-pod but having the IT thing puts you on another level. No matter how many teen movies that come out that make fun or light of such cliquish adolescent behavior and how everyone always thinks that they were friends with everyone, we all know that this pecking order exists. The cruelty factor is about three levels higher than Gitmo during Bush’s last term.
I blame the parents. I always thought they cut the umbilical cord at birth but I think the latest trend veers toward having it attached until well into the teens. Why do teens need to put ICE next to mom or dad’s number in their cell, couldn’t someone just pick up the umbilical cord and attach a tin can to it like you did when you were a kid to get a hold of them. The parents of this nation are raising the largest group of namby pamby’s this country has seen since the child coal miners’ strike of 1912 and hell those kids were fighting for a live canary, a candle, and ten minutes of fresh air a day. Today’s youth have a hissy fit if you take away their cell phone during class.
I blame you. I understand that you hormone filled insolent pricks are going through a rebellious stage but here is a fucking lesson you should learn and learn fast: When a boss, professor, or superior criticizes, don’t go into turtle mode, sucking your thumb, and crying to your mommy about how “everybody hates me, and oh yeah other people were doing the same thing and didn’t get yelled at” and don’t then proceed to change majors or quit or job because you hit a rough patch the size your under-developed brain. How about instead you buck up and take the criticism for what it is: a fucking attempt to make you less of a jackass in whatever you do. For your information, you do not come out of the womb with a fucking ounce of wisdom. If God wasn’t nice enough to put some stuff like sucking your momma’s tit on auto-pilot your soft little gel filled body wouldn’t last a damn day. Thus when you make the same mistake over and over and over again and get yelled at because you don’t get the lesson that is trying to be taught to you for the umpteenth time, don’t blame it on anybody but your namby pamby ass because you are about as useful to society as a bag of used cocoons and probably will have about as much backbone as the caterpillar that once lived there.
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