As I've said before, I'm (probably mostly) done being nice.
There are so many people who are crouching in the shadows, waiting to tear your throat open at the slightest hint of decency and kindness that they'd translate into a proof of weakness, that my patience broke.
Right now, I've been waiting for two bipeds to give me work-related answers, but all I'm getting is the sound of silence. I'll have to waste time contacting them (for the third bloody time!), and I know that one of the two deserves to be read the riot act in a way that'll make its ears shrivel [if it turns out, which is highly improbable, that they were both in car crashes, I'll be nice. If not... It's quite simple: Hell is going to look like a cool and quiet spot].
As well, I sign e-petitions (the first to say that clicktivism doesn't work gets a free trip to Saturn - launching to be made, thanks to my boot, until it actually works).
In my e-signing early days, I was quite respectful, even if the petition was to be sent to a complete idiot, who was slaughtering baby penguins for fun (or anything)... But plonkers are plonkers, and either they won't stop doing whatever it is they're doing even if 99% of the planet population asks them to stop or they'll feel bad (or more probably they will realize that they can't afford a boycott), and they'll change their tune.
I'm done being nice with them, and if I sign something that denounces something that I find disgusting, be it to stand by a biped or any other kind of animal, I tell the target of the petition exactly how its action or inaction makes me feel (I've just insulted a military twat and a medical charlatan for condoning various forms of bullying - one of the two plonkers being potentially responsible for the death of a child, not for medical reasons, but because of religious dogma and bigotry).
Sometimes bipeds need to be reminded that they're plonkers and that they must change their tunes - and e-yelling at them gets my blood pressure down, so...
2 comments:
I have a philosophy of chuck it in the fuck it bucket and walk away! :-) even my kids now subscribe :-D we actually have a piece of paper which is 'for keeping a list of the fucks we do not give'... I am proud to add three more cynical, capable of self thought adults to the world! with very low plonker tolerance and very sarcastic dryness which warms my heart <3
Your missing Bipeds could have been sucked into the vortex or lost down the back of the sofa, you should greet them with a query as to their health! as they must have been very ill to not get back to you :-D
have much fun, try not to leave anything standing.
Excellent philosophy, indeed, and it's great that your kids adopted it, too.
*grin* You've read my mind. I'm so planning to phone the two work-idiots and to inquire after their health (one's at the school, the other's someone "new" in my life, and he's supposed to give me an answer about my next job). I feel my inner Gibbs coming up.
The school "thingy" involves a students (and that one is silent, as well, even though I'm trying to help in a *huge* way). *GRRR*
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