Hope Solo. . no.no.no

Geez. Hope Solo, just shut up. You know who she is. She’s the one that got kicked off the TV show Dancing with the Stars last week. I am sick and tired and annoyed. No more Hope Solo, please!

The media constantly gives ‘celebrities’ air time for their bad behavior. The worse they are, the more you see and hear about it. They are on talk shows and entertainment shows and every damn show on every damn channel. Enough. Geez. What about the brattier they are the LESS air time. Ever think about that. Maybe we are sick of this crap and don’t want it jammed down our throats any more. No more air time for these brats. Maybe it’ll straighten the cocky little sh**s out. Maybe they’ll see how lucky they are. The world is going to hell, people need jobs to put food on the table for their families and these idiots are making millions and millions of dollars by doing things most good parents would discipline their children for. Then we get bombarded with crappy, annoying shows like Jersey Shore and who knows the names of the other crap that’s stinking up the air waves . . . . So nowadays kids don’t care about school, don’t worry about learning anything cause they think ‘Ooooo the worse I act, the more likely I am to get my own show and make lots and lots of money.’ Yuk. Stinko.

Well Hope, you should thank your lucky stars because you were on that show waaaaay longer than you should have been. I know a thing or two about dance and your ‘dancing’ (I use the term loosely) was more like watching a Clydesdale stomping around the ballroom. You did not exhibit any grace, style or rhythm at all. And you could not execute the steps. Your pro dancer spent a lot of time pulling and dragging you around the floor. It was never pretty to watch. Nope. It was painful.

I think the only reason that you lasted as long as you did was so the producers to could give Maksim Chmerkovskiy, your pro dancer, a fair shot at getting you up to speed so he might possibly have a shot at a win. But you. . . no you should have gone long, long ago and given someone else the shot at the mirror ball trophy.

I am sick of hearing you complain and hearing your bratty comments. You think that the judges were hard on you. I think they were overly kind and generous. The judges know a thing or two about dancing and you don’t. You should be more respectful and set a better example of good sportsmanship.

Discipline is a 4 letter word

Ok, so my buttons were pushed again today.

What is the title for the generation that comes after the 'ME' generation? I am asking because I really don't know. Is it the 'Who gives a crap as long as it's all about me, me, me' generation? Or is it the "I can be as bratty and obnoxious as I want and you can't do a thing about it' generation. It sure seems like this is the direction things are going. And they are getting younger and younger and brattier and brattier.

I was in a store today, patiently waiting to pay for my purchase. Suddenly I hear this young female voice behind me. It was not a sweet, young child's voice, but the voice of the devil. She very forcefully shrieked, "Mommy, I want this." as she fingered something hanging on the end cap in crinkley, noisy plastic. Mommy said no. The Devil again, "I want it Mommy." Mommy said no. After a few more of these exchanges, the child says, "WELL I WANT IT AND I AM GETTING IT, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY" in a shrill voice. 

Mommy was a wimp. She should have explained that this was a public place and that know one wanted to hear her horrid little brat's demands. She never explained that as the parent, her word is final. She never told the child to be quiet. She never said or did anything that would give anyone in the near vicinity the slightest clue that she, the parent understood what manners were and that she was trying to teach them to her children. What a disappointment. I can't blame the kid for intolerable behavior because of the lack of parenting by 'Mommy'. My mom would have given me her best, most disapproving look, which was always reserved for public. She never needed to raise her hand, her voice or even say a word for that matter. She had a knack for getting the point across. If any of us dared talk to her like that anywhere, let alone in public. . . . . . .

When did it start? When did parents let the kids rule them and make demands that must be met, or else? I am so sick and tired of parents who have no back bone. They are kids for gawd's sake. Don't let your kids run in circles around the customers in the store. Don't let them throw merchandise on the floor and run away. Don't let them break or damage goods for sale. Last I knew you adults were supposed to be raising them. Teach them responsibility. Teach them manners. Teach them good behavior. Let's not forget to teach them discipline.

By the way the child was about 5, the mother was roughly 35.