Stupidity Still Breathes Our Air

“What are you going to put on your resume – ‘dumbass’?”~ Kurtwood Smith

This one was just too good (or bad) to pass up for this installment of Dambreaker.

For many countries, this past Sunday was Father’s Day. A day of gathering and a day of celebration, sometimes having a BBQ or taking Dad out to lunch or whatever.

Just a whole day to celebrate fathers in the nation. If not, the world. Not only fathers but fatherhood in general.

Father’s Day was founded in Spokane, Washington at the YMCA in 1910 by Sonora Smart Dodd, who was born in Arkansas.

Its first celebration was in the Spokane YMCA on the 19th of June, 1910.

Her father, the Civil War veteran William Jackson Smart, was a single parent who raised his six children there. After hearing a sermon about Jarvis’ Mother’s Day in 1909 at Central Methodist Episcopal Church, she told her pastor that fathers should have a similar holiday honoring them.

Although she initially suggested the 5th of June, her father’s birthday, the pastors did not have enough time to prepare their sermons, and the celebration was deferred to the third Sunday of June.

Several local clergymen accepted the idea, and on 19th June 1910, the first Father’s Day, “sermons honoring fathers were presented throughout the city.”

A bill to accord national recognition of the holiday was introduced in Congress in 1913. 

In 1916, President Woodrow Wilson went to Spokane to speak in a Father’s Day celebration and wanted to make it official, but Congress resisted, fearing that it would become commercialized.

United States President Calvin Coolidge recommended in 1924 that the day be observed by the nation, but stopped short of issuing a national proclamation. Two earlier attempts to formally recognize the holiday had been defeated by Congress.

In 1957, Maine Senator Margaret Chase Smith wrote a proposal accusing Congress of ignoring fathers for 40 years while honoring mothers, thus “[singling] out just one of our two parents”.

In 1966, President Lyndon B. Johnson issued the first presidential proclamation honoring fathers, designating the third Sunday in June as Father’s Day.  Six years later, the day was made a permanent national holiday when President Richard Nixon signed it into law in 1972. In addition to Father’s Day, International Men’s Day is celebrated in many countries on November 19 for men and boys who are not fathers. 

So there’s your history.

But a swarming nest of ignoramuses have shown their asses. Because of this feminist movement of “#YesAllWomen” has seen the light, now we have a bunch of ill-considered, no more brain cells having, loud mouthed, dumb twat waffles who believed that they needed to speak up AGAINST Father’s Day.

#EndFathersDay ??? Really?????

These women are taking shit far too much or too serious.

I could not believe what I read!!!

Where the hell do these people come from?? And what I mean by that is where are the rocks from which they come out from??????

Let’s take this one by one… keeping in mind there’s a ton of this crap going around on Twitter. But we’ll deal with this image here.

Tasha Polwright: #endfathersday because celebrating patriarchy and male dominance is #rapeculture. Why do you keep using them words? I don’t think them means what you think them means. Celebrating Father’s Day is NOT glorifying male dominance or patriarchy – where the male is taken the lead role in the family.

Rowan: #endfathersday Because its a #TriggerWarning for all womyn who have been abused by their fathers. Okay, first of all – allow me to buy you a dictionary because the word is “women” … got it?? And no.. there is NO trigger warning for abused women. There have been fathers who have abused their children. Yes there most certainly has. But one day is not going to TRIGGER anything. And one day is not going to TRIGGER ALL WOMEN who have been abused. Some of them have gone to receive help. Others have found a way to deal with it. To say that it will trigger ALL WOMEN… you’re so full of shit. Learn to spell!

And then she says something else too:

Rowan: #endfathersday because masculinity is what causes abuse and is nothing to celebrate! Just gotta keep going, don’t you??Apparently you are the leading professional in “abuse” and you know exactly where it comes from and where it gets started. Since you know so damn much why don’t you set your ass up in front of the United States Congress and make a bill about it and make sure its signed into law? Miss Professional of Abuse.

Sharmeka Martin: Glorifying the rape culture and patriarchy? No thank you. Hmm… I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that either you have a crap relationship with your father OR you’ve had no relationship with your father whatsoever. And that’s just sad. Rape culture though? What the hell are you talking about?? This is the United States of America, NOT the Middle East. There is NO glorification for people who rape in this country.

Carly_Jackson: because 100% of child abuse is from men. typically white men. we need more #singlemothers. For this one, I will admit that I went to Twitter to find out what was this person’s malfunction. Let’s just say that what was seen cannot be unseen. Regret filled in for sure. But let’s deal with the tweet. “100% of child abuse is from men. typically white men.” Just how old are you? And better yet, just how DUMB are you? 100% of men are abusive.. well thank you very much for that. Let’s go get Susan Smith and Andrea Yates and get them out of jail. Since 100% of abuse is from men. Wow… I am sure they wished your information was at their trial, otherwise they would not have gone to jail.

How do you explain this then?

http://www.elinewberger.com/articles/archive/childabuse-research/abuseaccidents.html

http://mkg4583.wordpress.com/2009/09/01/mothers-abuse-children-3-times-more-than-dads-federal-hhs-statistics/

http://fox6now.com/2014/01/11/milw-mother-faces-charges-in-case-involving-severe-child-abuse/

Go on… tell me again that its 100% of men!!

But what is even a WORSE statement than that, is the fact that you think that the world needs more single mothers. Well dumbass, you need a man (father) to get with woman (mother) in order to have children and make that woman a mother. Unless you are implying that ALL married women need to just up and divorce.

And one more, cuz this is just irritating my own brain cells to be even bothering with it all.

Phoebe Kwon: #endfathersday because fathers are still considered the head of the household, they don’t need to be recognized. #YesAllWomen. Ohh, here we go with this again!! The whole “YesAllWomen” at what point do these groups think that they speak for ALL WOMEN because some of the women that I have talked about this issue with are giving you the finger!!  Yes, fathers ARE considered the head of the household. That is how things roll in the United States. And in a lot of places in the world. But there are other places in the world where women are in charge. But more than likely, Phoebe, you aren’t living there. Feel free to move. As far as the fact that fathers do not need to be recognized? There is a Father’s Day because of equality issues with having Mother’s Day. Soooooooo… if we don’t need Father’s Day then we don’t need Mother’s Day either. Nor Grandparents’ Day. Nor do we need to have days off of work for many holidays in the calendar year. How about that?????

Now I understand that there are some men who are on the planet who have slept with women and these women have become pregnant and had children and a lot of the time these men absolutely are NOT a part of their own children’s lives. There are deadbeat fathers out there. And there are abusive fathers. But to wipe away a holiday because of this SMALL group of men is immature, ridiculous, and very ignorant.

#EndFathersDay ……. no thank you!!!

More Tales From The Nutjob Farm

 

“A fanatic is a nut who has something to believe in.”~ Dean Koontz

Fanatics.

Here we go again!

One more contest out there on the Internet. This time, dinner with you and 3 of your friends with your pop star idol.

Unbelievable!!

And of course, fans are screaming from all directions of the aisles.

As with many contests and such over the Internet, certain restrictions, guidelines, and rules apply. This time around… the contest is open ONLY for those people who are adults (21 years old or older) in North America (Canada & USA.)

European fans are crying foul. Asian & Australian fans are grumpy as hell.

And then there was this that started the landslide of my own about these fans:

“I can’t enter this contest. I hope a real fan wins.”

WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT over?????

“That’s not the way it is when somebody loves somebody.” 

I had to step back and break this down, because I asked what a REAL FAN was… and nobody can give me an answer.

FANATIC
noun

noun: fanatic; plural noun: fanatics

1. a person filled with excessive and single-minded zeal, esp. for an extreme religious or political cause.
2. a person with an obsessive interest in and enthusiasm for something, esp. an activity.

Yes, the original word of “fan” comes from FANATIC. I can’t be sure on why it was shortened down to just fan. I have theories, but will not post them here.  

So yeah, the comment struck me all wrong because it was an extreme judgement call on that person’s behalf. Not cool. Who are we to judge?

Who are we to say this person or that person isn’t a real fan of something?

Either I am getting bored with the “fellow fan” population or getting tired of the entire scene because I’ve never seen such selfishness inside a group of people that claims to be about love for their idol and for one another. Selfishness is not love.

For sure, it is disappointing.

People need to get a grip.

And I need to calm down.

 

 

Punked By Power Ball Posts

“It has always seemed strange to me… the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second. “~ John Steinbeck

Well, I suppose I wouldn’t be thorough if I only picked on Mega Millions and not picked on Power Ball.

The half billion drawing has already happened. For those people that I’ve read on Facebook about their plans to retire, get laid, go on a permanent vacation, or a huge Christmas shopping spree have already followed up with their disgust that they will be returning back to their place of work in the morning.

When odds are 1 in 175,000,000 — what did they honestly expect? Odds of being struck by lightning are 1 in 5,000. And I don’t think there’s anyone out there lucky enough to have been struck by lightning 35 times in their life and be able to defeat those odds to win the Power Ball as well.

But since I already went off on a tangent about the lottery back in late March, this blog post is more about the foolery of people and their brainy ideas on Facebook to “SHARE” the winnings….. IF their numbers won. 

Pretty much its already sketchy because the numbers HAVE to win.

Have you seen this??????

If you are on Facebook, you probably have seen either some television or radio station offering to share the big prize if you “LIKE” and/or “SHARE” that particular post. It was the same way in March with Mega Millions.

This particular post that was floating around was from a local FOX television station from someplace. When I looked at it, you had to “LIKE” and “SHARE” before the drawing. It had an insane amount of people going for it. And even after the drawing, the number of “LIKES” and “SHARES” totaled almost 500,000.

The jackpot was just over $500 million. But hypothetically speaking if you were to take the lump sum to make sure that you can control the amount coming, after all of the taxes and what not, you’re only going to collect about $242.5 million.

So $242.5 million divided up by 500,000 people (and probably growing still) that is approximately $485 per person. And that’s IF they are successful in winning ALL numbers and they are honest about it by contacting everyone who participating in their scheme to seek out their mailing addresses.

Those who were too lazy to go out and buy their own lotto ticket and going in like a vampire on this idea, if they were legitimately contacted by the television or radio station, receive less than $500. And most likely would come in the form of  either a certified check or money order. 

Of course with the odds the way that they are, the more lottery tickets are purchased the better the odds are that someone is going to win. However on the other side of the coin the less likely that you will win.

Then I did see a lot of people asking on Facebook if  someone that they knew had won. But the obvious way of finding out whether or not a “friend” of yours on Facebook has actually won the entire Power Ball jackpot is that they will almost immediately disable their Facebook account mysteriously and disappear for about a year or two.

Or you can just wait to read about it in some online news article in the morning to find out as well. Most likely it will be like the Mega Millions in March, some group of people pooled their money and now they will be sharing their winnings.

Whether you played or not, I hope that you at least bought your OWN lottery tickets. Dambreaker and its Nation are seriously tired of seeing our own brains from rolling our eyes so much.

The Reign of Rude

“Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.”~Elie Wiesel

 

Ladies and gentlemen! Subscribers, followers, and readers…. here we go again!!

 

What day is it? Yep! Food Pantry Day.

 

Most of our usual suspects were there. One of the worst offenders was ironically not there. But the rest of them were.

 

One had even turned so greedy that when she helped out earlier in the morning to put everything in place after bringing it home, she came back in the afternoon and dared to try to go for a second round.

 

I’m telling you, these residents have got some SERIOUS issues!!

 

But today, we had a new player in the drama that is the avarice of Food Pantry Day. One who has been unfortunately burning her own bridges with her neighbors and other residents. I had forgotten just how much of a problem a person could have with her.

 

It is up to the social worker and her decisions on whether or not someone can go ahead and get their turn in early. Commonly, she’s been allowing those who carry heavy boxes of food in to take their turn first before the rest of the crowd. And it is just her way of saying “thank you” for all of their help and assistance.

 

I was surprised when I “showed up for duty” this afternoon that one of the offenders had helped and therefore our poor social worker was puzzled as to why she was back.

 

Playing dumb like you don’t understand English……. for the win!!!!

 

But this new player into today’s BS drama…. let’s just say that a lot of people believe that we can do without. And that’s a real sad thing to say or even believe.

 

Every time I called someone ELSE to go into the Food Pantry, there was always commentary. There was always some kind of remark about how SHE NEEDED to be next in line. And every time she was not… I got to hear about it.

 

The premise is nothing new, just the characters.

 

And then I started to get it from another resident, but I did not find their remarks as abrasive. So I felt comfortable teasing back that I had control over everything and if they kept it up, I’d never call their name.

 

So then our offender from hell just turned up the heat.

 

I finally just looked to see if I could find her name in the lottery box. And I could not. I was absolutely stunned that it was not in the box, and she’s got the nerve to crawl up and down my back??

 

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. Over!!

 

I told the social worker the situation about how that resident’s name was not there in the box. I wondered if I should have just left her to suffer the consequences of her actions, or bring it to her attention and go from there.

 

So I pulled out all of the pieces of paper and spread them out on the table before me. Then I still could not find her name. At that point, I called her over to me.

 

I asked her, “Do you see your name anywhere?”. Then without hesitation, the woman became infuriated by the fact that the piece of paper that her had name on it was next to the box haphazardly, and was nowhere near being inside the box.

 

I simply didn’t see it there. Countless minutes of useless agitation and there she is accusing me of pulling her name out of the box so that I did not have to call her name to go into the Food Pantry. And I had done all of this on purpose to hurt her.

 

Ohhhhhhhhhhh the sore humanity of it all!!

 

So then I hear her scream, “That’s just wrong! I’M NEXT!!”.

 

Umm, no you are NOT!! I put her name back in the box and shook the demons out of it and pulled a name, that was yet again still not hers.

 

Then she asked if she was next. And I told her with a straight face that she was not. And that caused more “Oh Woe Is Me” crap. So I was so happy that she was actually (and legitimately) the next person after that to go in. Only to get rid of her.

 

I don’t play favorites and I never will. It is a different circumstance if the social worker makes a plea to send someone in ahead of the crowd, due to whatever reason. I just go by what she says.

 

Meanwhile, out in the hallway was roaming Miss “I Don’t Speak English”.. getting more and more concerned as I never called her name. I didn’t have to. She had her turn this morning when she helped out.

 

And then I would eventually “leave my post” and have the box unattended. And she went through it to see that there were no more papers in it. By that time there were only three people left and I pulled them out in no particular order and knew who was first, second, and third.

 

After that (in broken English… more like shattered), she asked me why her name was not in the box. I did my best to speak in smaller words saying that she had her turn in the morning.

 

She ignored me.

 

She then would see a resident hanging around the door of the Food Pantry and when that woman immediately strolled in, our little greedy one decided to park it there. She’s not stupid by any stretch of the imagination.

 

The real person that would be next would be invaded upon and then it was time to RING THE BELL!!!

 

Our greedy one rolled inside and words were spoken by the one whom she had transgressed against.

 

Then in an effort of wanting peace, she retreated her anger and the two left standing in line just moved out of the way and allowed her inside. She would end up coming out with just a few cans of food and maybe a couple bags of beans. Nothing major. Its not like she broke the bank or anything. Everyone gets the same thing. Unless you recall the strawberry flavored milk debacle in a previous blog post.

 

After the last two went in, I came straight home.

 

Luckily I didn’t snap. But I am sure exhausted.

 

I’m irritated by the fact that people have the guts to accuse me of doing things that I never did. I can see how maybe she might have felt that way. However, I never got the benefit of the doubt. What she saw (or thought what had happened) was automatically LAW??

 

Screw that.

 

It’s over for today, and this month. And people snicker when I call it “my time of the month”. I wonder if they actually get it or not. Because one thing is for sure, the residents here sure don’t.

 

I just wanted to come home and scream. People are most likely lucky I didn’t do that either. I’m sure the police would have been alerted.

 

UGH!!