What is the deal with the entitlement mentality that is so prevalent in our society today?
This morning on the news I heard a story about how college kids are now EXPECTING to get at the very least a B in a class that they do the reading in. Tests shouldn’t matter. Attendance shouldn’t matter. What kind of thinking is that?
Are teachers going to be banned from using red pens to check papers or make comments to their students? Red pens are offensive….it makes the poor kids feel like their papers aren’t good enough.
The game of tag is outlawed in some schools because it is too rough. Someone could get hurt. Playing tag????!!!!!
Should all team players get a trophy at the end of the season–so as not to hurt anyone’s feelings? It doesn’t matter whether they were the team that lost. We can’t damage fragile egos.
Give me a break.
These things are just with the younger set……what about the adults?
Can’t pay your mortgage? Well, have the tax payers pay it for you. After all, you DESERVE it!
So what that you really can’t AFFORD a house. So what if you should really be renting… You want a house –you should tell the government to make sure that Fannie and Freddie GET YOU a home loan.
Can’t pay your bills? Have the government do it…..for crying out loud you NEED to have the cable TV, cell phone, computer, flat screen TV and all the other STUFF. If you can’t pay for it….make sure someone does. You are entitled after all!!
Have as many children as you want, with no thought as to how you will pay for them, and it actually HELPS if you are NOT married, you’ll get MORE money that way. The government can give you hand outs. After all it takes a village to raise a child, right?
I’m sick and tired of hearing about this entitlement mentality that seems to be everywhere these days. What kind of generation are we raising up? Will they believe that life owes them? The answer is YES. They already do.
*What happened to Kennedy’s “Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”
*What happened to be a good sport? It doesn’t matter if you win or lose but how you play the game?
*What happened to “If at first you don’t succeed, try , try again!”
*What happened to work hard and then enjoy the fruits of your labor?
*What has happened to personal responsibility? respect? citizenship? trustworthiness? fairness? The pillars of character are all but gone in parts of our society.
This makes me sad for our country. Sad for what it is happening more and more each day. Sad that so many people don’t have any idea what we are losing……
Anyone who is fed up with the pork in Washington….anyone who is frustrated with the way Congress spends OUR money…..then you need to watch this video clip.
Yes, I know it is CNBC (not normally one of my favorite news stations) but the guy is spot on with what he is saying. Anybody ready for a tea party?
Ramos and Campeon are the two border control agents that were falsely imprisoned here in the United States. They were imprisoned for what?! For enforcing our borders between Texas and Mexico. They shot a KNOWN drug dealer as he tried to cross the border laden with around 800 lbs of marajuana…and they shot him in the buttocks ONLY after he attempted to shoot them first and then try to make a run for it. For that they got 11 year prison sentences! Where is the justice in that?! What is wrong with this picture?? So, before President Bush left office he pardoned these two men. Thank you President Bush. The men are currently under house arrest–after leaving the solitary confinement of prison for the past 4 years. They will be completely free by the end of next month.
I’m watching an interview with Ramos’ wife on the Glenn Beck show as I type. These men deserve a big thank you from this country. They were doing their jobs as border enforcement agents, and because of political red tape and shady officials (on both sides of the border) they were falsely imprisoned. We need MORE agents like these two men. People who will defend our borders from ILLEGAL immigrants/drug dealers/all kinds of other trafficking going on…..
I’ll tell you what….I’m so glad that they are back home with their families and friends! I’ll be even gladder when they are back on the job protecting this country. Way to go guys!
Yes, people. I have yet another Walmart story. What can I say? I practically live at the store. Here is the deal….I went to Walmart yesterday morning looking for boxes, since my family is moving to Ohio in the next few weeks. My job is to pack everything in the house, and for that I need lots and lots of boxes! Well…yesterday I was told that I needed to call between 11pm-12am to make sure that the night stockers saved me some boxes. So I did that…BUT the night manager I spoke with told me I had to pick them up by 7am or they went to the trash. OKAY. I set my clock for 5:45 am. Ugh. After a minute of disorientation, I jumped out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth and was out the door. It is cold that early in the morning. My car windshield was frosted over and so I turned on the radio and listened to the local morning show while my car warmed up. Then it was off to Walmart!
I got in the building around 6:20 am. I was told my boxes were in buggies back near housewares. So off I went. I got my first cart, wheeled it outside to the car and unloaded the boxes into my trunk. Back in I go. I see another cart full of really good boxes–big ones–so I tell the lady with the Walmart name tag on that I am taking this cart. She said to me, “Oh hunny, I’m glad you came when you did. I was fixing to take it to the trash!” What!! It was just around 6:30. Shew! Grabbed it just in the nick of time. I told her I would be back to get the last cart in a minute. She gave me a look like “you better take it now or else someone might trash it.” So, I grabbed the other buggy too. I’m pushing one and pulling the other and it is no easy feat because the boxes are stacked high and I can’t really see to steer. I finally make it to the front of the store where there was a little old man greeting people. I say to him, “Sir, may I leave this buggy here and take this one out, unload it and come right back to get the other one?” He said, “sure I’ll set the cart near the door for you.” When I came back in….there was no cart! I said, “sir, what happened to the cart with the boxes in it?” He looks around mumbling that he just put it at the door and where did it go? About that time another elderly gentleman pops out from a side door. The first man says to gentleman number two, “Hey buddy, you seen the cart with the boxes?” Number two then replies, ” The buggy with the trash in it? I moved it to the back.” GOOD GRIEF!!! He takes me to the back where I end up getting my boxes and schlepping them out to the car. Who knew getting boxes would be so difficult? This is some serious exercise…. I was exhausted by the time this whole ordeal was over with! To think that I get to do this all over again on Thursday morning at the Food City grocery store. I think I need a nap.
I saw this story on MSN today. It is about the “Top 10” models of the year. Well, you have to look past the UGLY clothes to see the models, but even still I don’t really find these women all that appealing. Is this truly what society sees as beautiful? I’m not saying these girls are unattractive (I realize they have harsh makeup on, and scary designer clothes) I just don’t see them as the look to strive for. Some of those women have cheekbones that might cut a person if they got too close. Good grief!
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Sometimes the weather can be a real pain. The local news told me yesterday afternoon to hunker down there was a storm coming. “Okay”, I said to myself. I started getting dinner ready at 3:30 in the afternoon. I tried to be prepared. I guess the storm didn’t get the memo. It came early and our electricity went off. The potatoes I had baking in the oven weren’t even close to being done, unless you think chiseling away at a potato “rock” sounds done. Couldn’t really open the refrigerator because I didn’t want to let the cold air out…and had no idea how long the power would be off. So now the family couldn’t eat dinner…we were hungry and walking around the house like moles. Well, we had a little light at first (though the storm made it dark outside) but soon after the light we did have, left us. Out came the candles and flashlights. At first it was alright. Played some games…listened to our battery operated radio….but then it was kind of boring. No TV, no computer, my cell phone battery was starting to die on me, and we were hungry! We settled on peanut butter sandwiches and some ham spread on bread. Not together…eww…that would be gross. Kids ate peanut butter I had the ham. We ate by the light of the Yankee candle burning on the kitchen table. The radio told us of the 50,000 residents of our county that had no power. At least we weren’t alone in this blackout. We learned tree and power lines were down all over the place. Great. This was going to be a long night. No wonder people went to bed early back in the day. Without electricity there is not as much to do….especially when one doesn’t have much lighting except candles. So, I called for an early bedtime and told the boys to force themselves to go to sleep. Easier said then done. You know black is very black. I didn’t even have the light from the digital clock to keep me from tripping over the junk in my bedroom floor. I almost took a nosedive and if not for my almost superhuman agility (giggle,giggle) I would have cracked my face on the headboard of the bed. Yes…it was that dark. We are talking serious mole time here.
I was laying in the dark…wishing that the utility board would work a miracle when I hear my son from the next room.
“Mom?” Yes? ” I can’t sleep.” Yes you can. Close your eyes and breathe slowly. “I can’t make myself do that. It makes me not sleepy.” You are sleepy, you just don’t know it. “I don’t think so.” Listen, I’m the mom and I know things. Trust me…you’ll eventually go to sleep.
Eventually, we all fell asleep…well except when I got woke up in the middle of the night because my dying cell phone started whining…I turned it off after looking at the time on the phone. Still no lights. Ugh.