I don't think of myself as a very outspoken girl. I rather keep to myself, and my opinions as well. Too many times, I have expressed too much, been called a know it all (which I am), self absorbed (aren't we all?), full of shit (as if!). But there are a few things I cannot keep my mouth shut about. I have considered handing out business cards just to forewarn the idiot that really wants to go THERE...
The United States of America. Oh, she has her problems, that's for sure. But standing around the water cooler bitching about them generally does not get them solved. She's 235 years old, barely needs wrinkle cream compared to Great Britain or France and yet, she is out there busting butt on a regular basis doing the best she can. I would like to think that in her infancy, everyone pitched in to help her grow. Now there is an awful lot of naysayers and complainers. I don't know how that happened and I don't know what it will take to get her back the way she ought to be, but I am here to try. And if you aren't, leave. I know of no other country that is expected to respond to every crisis in the world and then is criticized for doing so. And if she does not respond, then she is called a cold, heartless capitalist, often by her own.
The United States Military. I don't think I need to elaborate on this one, but I will. Until you have humped ten miles in their boots with a 60 pound rucksack on your back with bullets whizzing by or EIDs blowing up along the road you march, you don't know. I have lived with the military for sixteen years and I have no idea what it is like to be a service member. I know that as a body of men and women that are willing and able to defend what I so dearly love, they deserve nothing less then my respect and admiration. If your opinion differs ever so slightly from mine, well, unfriend me now.
My husband. This is obvious. But it is amazing how often I have to defend. Oh, not him directly. I cannot imagine that would ever happen. But indirectly, quite often. My husband is a police officer. He is well trained. He is quite capable of taking you down to the ground and putting you in a non threatening position for your safety and the safety of others. Show him the slightest amount of respect, not because you fear him, but because you appreciate him. Appreciate the fact that he is out on the roads on the worst night of the year. He is giving your mouthy little sixteen year old a talking to because you cannot control the child that you didn't take the time to raise right. He is running like hell with a bullet proof vest and utility belt on and he still manages to catch up to the little gang banger with a gun. He is a professional. He is educated. He is not a cop, or the fuzz. He is not the POPO or a PIG. He is a police officer and if he is talking to you, you might just want to call him, Sir.
There, that is my weekly rant. If I have offended you, then it is probably a good thing that you can't read what I deleted.
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