Fast Food Workers Strike? Really?!?!

So ... It's all over Facebook and the national news ... Fast food workers are going on strike because they believe they are not receiving a fair wage for the work they do ... Um ... Really? You mean to tell me, after your lack of ambition, talent, drive, intelligence and work ethic, landed you a gig that requires you to ask people if they would like fries with their meal, you think you're underpaid?!?! Fast food gigs are for high school/ college students and retirees who just want to get out and socialize. If you're over 25 years old and you work at McDonalds and you're NOT the manager or owner, you have WAY bigger problems than the size of your paycheck. You zigged when you should have zagged ... Your compass was defective ... In short ... Things have gone slightly askew.

And now, you want to make it someone else's fault and make THEM pay because you refused to pay attention in school or apply yourself? You want to be HANDED something that everyone else on the planet had to work their asses off to get?!?! And you're not gonna give us our Big Mac's til you get it?

Let me tell you something .... YOU settled for a job that I can basically train any primate with opposable thumbs to do. YOU cut class. YOU ignored all the warnings from your peers. So now YOU have a fast food job. Live with it and the shitty paycheck that comes with it, or MAKE THE NECESSARY SACRIFICES to better yourself and your life. Then you WON'T have a fast food job. It's like this .... A morbidly obese, stupid guy who has zero charm and is completely ugly due to lack of proper hygine, marrys a girl who is in the same proverbial boat. Then, after a few months, he starts riding her ass saying she has to lose a bunch of weight, go back to school and get smart, improve her hygine and become more attractive .... But when SHE asks him what HE'S going to do to improve HIMSELF, he says "Nothing". Want a thinner girlfriend? Lay off the Twinkies and Ho Ho's. Want a smarter girlfriend? Read a bunch of books and improve your mind so you can keep up in a conversation. Want a better job? ..... Yah .... I hope you're getting the picture. It's not the fast food place's responsibility to make it so you make more money ... It's YOUR responsibility. That means make yourself a person who DESERVES a better job because you improved yourself and made yourself an asset that employers are willing to pay more money to get.

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Dinner On The North Fork To Die From ... Not For ... FROM ... O'Mally's ... Just Say "No".

Okay ... So this was a few weeks ago. A very close friend and I decided to try this place: O'Mally's, in Southold, NY out on the North Fork of Long Island. She was living with me at my house out on Nassau Point for about a month, and dinner out just sounded like fun. Our hopes were high due to the rave reviews I'd been hearing about the place for several years.

Sooooo ... We piled into the Jaguars and drove the few miles from my place to their place; mouths watering and bellies eagerly awaiting something along the lines of a juicy Porterhouse or perhaps a nice New York Strip. When we pulled into the parking lot, there were only two other cars there. "What luck!" we said. "They're not even crowded!" we smiled ... Unfortunately ... There was a really BAD reason for that.

The elderly gentleman who greeted us at the door was VERY friendly, albeit a bit shabby in appearance. The interior was somewhat dated but passable. The table we were seated at was TINY. Considering there were only two other occupied tables in the place, there were plenty of larger, more comfortable places they could have put us, but we went along with the plan. Perhaps they had reservations for the rest of the tables ... ?

THEN, our waiterS came over ... Yes waiters with an "S". Not one, but TWO waiters ... Young men in their very early 20's, dressed in shabby blue jeans, faded, less than clean tee shirts and aprons that brought to mind something a butcher might wear. Now ..... My dinner companion is VERY easy on the eyes if you catch my drift ... The waiterS certainly noticed ... Although I'm not so sure they noticed me ... You know ... The guy who was about to shell out $100 + on dinner. They didn't glance in appreciation at my companion ... They GAWKED, STARED, DROOLED, PANTED ... They pretty much did everything short of whipping out their respective Johnsons and masturbating while they took our order. They were back at the table ... no shit ... every 3 friggen minutes for the rest of our dining experience until I'd finally had enough and told them "Stop hovering. If we need anything else, I'll wave or something" ... at which point they repaired to the kitchen entrance with the rest of the male staff to stare unabashedly from some 30 feet away. MUCH better.

Now ... I paint this picture of the staff to illustrate what we both considered the MOST TOLERABLE part of our dining experience. The menu SUCKED. There was only one kind of steak ... Sirloin ... You know. The crap they grind up at the grocery store to make Hamburger. The baked potato each of us got was about the size of half a hot dog bun and poorly over-cooked. The so-called salad was sub-par to say the least. The steaks were improperly cooked and eating them was like unto self-flagellation for something I didn't even do. At one point, Tricia (my dinner companion and dear friend) said "I'm just going to ask for a doggy bag and bring the rest of this home for Bear" (Bear is my dog's name) to which I replied "I thought you LIKED my dog" ... Laughter ensued. As a matter of fact, laughter was the only thing that kept the evening from being a complete bust. The food and service were SO terribly, it was literally laughable. Every single thing was ridiculous in its inadequacy.

After paying the offensive tab and finishing our minuscule glasses of sub-standard wine ($12 a glass ... and the glass was the size of half an orange ... half of a small orange ... and only half full) we rose and headed for the door. As we passed the Mat re De's podium, we came upon a wicker basket, filled with rather high-end after dinner mints in pretty gold wrappers. I snatched a HUGE handful while announcing, in a voice loud enough for EVERYONE in the place to hear, "We are by GOD getting out of hear with SOMETHING that tastes good!"

She laughed. I laughed. We giggled as we ran to the Jag and sped off, literally into the sunset.

Footnote: On April 10th, the day after Tricia and I had dinner there, O'Mally's went up for sale.

Gun Control ... ?

 

Okee dokee ... I've seen a ridiculous amout of "stuff" over the past few months on here on the gun control issue. But before I get out my soapbox and start in, lemme preface it with this: I'm 6 feet tall+. I weigh 212 pounds. I can easily bench press most muggers and/or burglers. I have owned MANY guns in the past, though I currently own none. I taught my two sons gun safety and taught my now ex-wife to shoot, long ago. So, I have lived life with and without guns. NOW ... Up on the soapbox I go: The people who govern our country, from the Pres. right down to whatever level you want to stop at, is protected on a regular basis by ... people with guns. Police officers, are people with guns on their person pretty much anytime they are awake. Our military consists mainly of ... people with guns. So .... Guns are good to protect our nation. Guns are good to protect the public and keep the peace. Guns are good for protecting the lives and well-being of our government and their families ... But we need to crack down on the general public having guns??? Look ... a cop, a soldier, a secret service agent, someone out hunting pheasant or deer, someone shooting skeet ... all PEOPLE WITH GUNS. Any one of them could have a screw lose and decide to go on a shooting spree. Guns aren't the problem. PEOPLE are the problem. And let's face it ... THERE IS NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO TO GUARANTEE THE SAFETY OF ANYONE!!!! This is Earth. It can be a dangerous place to live sometimes. So either climb your ass into your root cellar and stay there for the rest of your life, or realize that life has zero safety guarantees and get out there and live and let live. Just because I can beat a mugger into the ground like a tent stake, hence have no need to carry around a gun, doesn't mean that right (YES RIGHT) should be denied to ANYONE who believes THEY SHOULD have or carry a gun. Look at the statistics. States with the most strict gun laws HAVE THE HIGHEST CRIME RATES. States where the gun laws are the least restrictive HAVE THE LOWEST CRIME RATES. What happened at Sandy Hook was a horrible tragedy. But if the guy had locked everyone in the school by chaining all the doors shut and then poured gasoline on everything and burned everyone in the place to death ... would we all be debating whether or not our chain control and gasoline control laws were adequate? NO! We'd be lamenting fifty times as many deaths and wondering what drives a person insane enough to do such a horrible thing. News Flash: THE GOVERNMENT AND OTHER SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS ARE USING THE HORRIBLE TRAGEDIES THAT OCCUR IN OUR COUNTRY AS A MEANS OF SHOCKING US INTO BUYING INTO THEIR AGENDA!!!!! You're smarter than that. No ... It's not some conspeiracy theory or "OMG, they're out to get us" ... It's politics. It's special interest. It's fear-mongering. Don't fall for it. Don't buy into the hype. "Never has a good decision been made amidst hysteria" ... Me.