Today... I am a little emotional and angry and getting on a soapbox

Want to know what pisses me off? Generalizations. Do NOT blanket me with what you perceive to be fact. Do NOT make an assumption about people in general unless you are the epitome of perfection.

I am a social networking nerd. I love it. I have one too many Facebook apps (Damn you Cityville, Frontierville and the rest of your cursed 'Villes!). I waste too much time that could be used for something much more productive like, oh I don't know... getting up all my review posts and what not and most importantly? My child is still not potty trained but I don't want to dwell on that failure on my part. So bite me.

I despise news article comments. Why? The anger and hatred that is spewed on those message boards scares me. Why? Could Asshole1 be my neighbor and if so, that's how he feels and could he take that angry animosity out on me and my child? *Shudder* So now, I close those comments. I am sorry my child pisses you off because she can't help that she is disabled and needs some help. I am NOT sorry that I chose life when she nearly died and was on life support. I am NOT sorry that I am a single mother who works and does my damn hardest to take care of her. I am NOT sorry I am not you, you hatemonger.

That rant over. There has been a long standing generalization about Tax Leeches. Oh oops. I mean those who receive Medicaid, Food stamps and other government assistance. You know those generalizations: druggies! Baby factory, low life, loser, and so on and so forth. Well, guess what... F THEM and their misconstrued beliefs.

Read this STORY and tell ME if this couple are drug addicts. Oh how about a baby factory? A Drug Addict? No? Well, damn. Blew that fragging theory out the water. How about dying? How about the fact that this young couple is dying. No, they aren't both dying. The husband is. Anybody who has ever been a caregiver for someone knows that the caregiver is in for the ride. How about taking a moment and reading Tashi's blog. No, I don't know her from another person. But my heart broke... badly. This is a lover story, that really in most honesty, won't have a happy ending. They just want time together and to extend his life as long as possible. I want Kevin to beat the cancer. His chances are slim but hey! a chance is a chance and I really hope he gets his chance and those two get another 5, 10, 15, 20 years or more together.

On another note, many of you may remember me posting a review about No Comfort Zone by Marla Handy and my personal bout with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. A mutual friend of Marla and myself posted a thought provoking blog and I think you should read it. When is enough enough?.

The needless shooting in Tucson. Enough said.

I don't know about you... but enough is enough. I am tired. I am drained. I am saddened to see fellow humanity so angry. I am not saying let's have world peace right now but what about just flat out being honest to goodness decent humans?

Just food for though. Chew it thoroughly. Savor each bite. Swallow. And wait.. maybe it will digest, maybe it will regurgitate... but regardless, maybe it will be some nutrition for our souls.

If I start getting nasty comments, I will close comments. Keep it civil, please. This isn't about politics, it's about humanity.