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Monday, June 01, 2009

Shepherding the Sheeple

It has become appallingly clear that people of today have no wish to put any effort into anything resembling thought. This is evidenced by any visit to anywhere that has a large parking lot. You will see willful stupidity flowing down every aisle, and turning every blind corner. Each parking lot is a case study in people who have no idea WTF they are doing and don't give a rat's ass that they don't.

I have to stop my husband each time we approach the supermarket to NOT go into the first driveway he sees all the other cars going in. Why? Because it's the lane in front of the store where the traffic is always stopped because of the people entering and exiting the store. This is the aisle you take if you have absolutely nothing else going on that weekend. And YET... you will see every swinging dick in the neighborhood clamoring to turn in and wait FOREVER to get a chance to turn down a lane to park. If you go to the market as often as I have to, then you tend to see the same blank, vapid faces staring out from the wind screens time and again. Cattle are smarter than you idiots. One sheep following all the rest. And it doesn't stop in the parking lot. Watch these morons some times. They will all go up to the same stuck shopping cart, pull and tug on it then grab another cart from another spot. They freaking STAND IN A LINE to do this! I know I utterly freak them out when I step around them and get an operational cart and wind my way inside.

This sea of stupidity is so dense it is in danger of imploding upon itself with nothing but a whimper of acknowledgment that it ever was. I leave the store, every damned time I go, feeling as if I cannot scrub hard enough to get it off me.

I'm not asking for much. Just take note of your surroundings? Notice things like traffic patterns or just that YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY FREAKING BEING IN THE DAMNED STORE and take up an entire aisle while you try to pretend to read the nutritional labels on the can of baked beans.

I hate people. I really, RILLY do.

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