Here, here, Yankee Blue! I was at a Senate committee hearing yesterday, and a Senator (a United States Senator, fer cryin’ out loud!) misused infer to mean imply. As in, “Are you inferring that my integrity is…” Sigh.
Arnold, I’ll see your shopping mall and raise you a Civilian Conservation Corps project. Red Rocks amphitheater in Colorado, which was built by the CCC, has a forged-in-steel, mounted-in-rock memorial to the CCC. “For more than ten years,” the sign reads, “it’s mission was to…” or something to that effect.
Besides language manglings of all sorts, my biggest pet peeve is people who are so self-absorbed that their little universe extends about two inches beyond their noses. They blithely float through life with nary a thought for others. They are the stars of their own grand epic, and if they happen to notice others, it’s only to consider how unimportant and inconsequential they are.
Like the dipshit driving past my apartment at 2 a.m. with a stereo system that cost more than his car. From two blocks away, I can still hear his rattling windows and the incessant ‘Boom, boomboom, BOOM, boom.’
Or the grammas who drive 45 mph in the left lane.
Or the fools who stand on the left side of an escalator. They’re just like a highway, folks! If you’re on the left, move fast!
Or the asshole who hawks a fat loogy on the sidewalk and strides on.
Or the inconsiderate asses who stand half a foot from an open doorway and smoke. “But we’re outside,” the snotty looks on their impudent faces seem to say. Same goes for smokers who lazily stroll past outdoor cafes, blowing their noxious fumes my way.
Or the obnoxious idiots who have noisy conversations outside my apartment door while waiting for the elevator.
Or… well, that’s the gist. People who can’t spare a moment’s consideration for others. I’m not bitter. Really. I’m too young to be bitter.
~ Complacency is far more dangerous than outrage ~