Rant, rant..

Yes, Blogger Warning: The following is a rant. If you are not interested, just click on the like button (really) and move along, quietly.  LOL

 

Ok, Sunday afternoon I was driving on Staten Island heading towards New Jersey having just finished riding in the Tour De Brooklyn. I’m a little bit sunburned. Actually I am quite sunburned. I am reasonably hydrated from the Gatorade and water that I consumed before, during and after the 20 mile ride through Brooklyn.  I am in the left lane, fourth car in a group that is traveling above the speed limit, not excessively, but above the limit. In the right lane there were two vehicles. One was a taxi cab, the other was a black Honda Odyssey with NY EMT plates.

The Honda passes all of us in the right hand lane coming up hard on the bumper of the taxi. The Honda hits the breaks and swerves into the left lane where there was not more than the size of the van between vehicles. Everyone in the left lane is immediately on the brakes hoping that the van fits in the space between cars and that nobody wrecks their car. The swerve maneuver works out for the Honda. Then he opens his drivers window and throws out a cigarette butt onto the highway. Up goes the window and he speeds away swerving back into the right lane ahead of the taxi.  As we resumed our pace we caught up and over took the Honda. There was the driver with his head down texting away.

Dude!

People like that give New York (or New Jersey or wherever you are from) drivers a bad name.

If you own a Black Honda Odyssey with NY EMT plates and were driving on 440 towards New Jersey on Sunday around 2:15 pm, you are a …………

I will let you fill in the blank.

Now, a deep breath

Namaste

Beach in Belmar, 6.5.13

Beach in Belmar, 6.5.13

Are you entitled to post this extra post..

Warning: this is an OP/ED page blog posting. Read at your own discretion.

This blog was prompted by watching the 10 pm news one night following Hurricane Irene’s trip through the eastern seaboard on the United States.  Things are just wrong in this country on a fundamental level. Whether it is what I’ve heard called the Disneyfication of America or just the expectation that somebody will take care of you. Let’s get to the heart of the matter that has caused this rant.

So class, open you books to chapter (Things That Bother Me So).  In this Chapter our hero faces the sirens from the Odyssey and manages to keep his ship off the rocks (mostly). My DW and I were watching the local NYC news on Fox that night.  One of the lead stories besides the flooding in the area was that the power was still out to some large number of customers on Long Island (and elsewhere, mind you). Then the anchors go to the remote location where the reporter de jour tells us what is happening and then does an impromptu interview with the man/women/crazy person on the street.

So we get our background story from the reporter, the same story that they have been telling for the last four days. LIPA has not restored the power on Long Island, people are inconvenienced and angry. Then the man on the street interview starts. Two women are being interviewed. They are white, average looking (not models or trailer trash). They are probably in their late 30’s or early 40’s. So the reporter asks them about the power being out and how they are doing. These two ladies went off like a firecracker. They were angry that their power was not yet restored. Their reason for being angry, besides that it was still dark?  They were angry because they live in the two counties of New York, Nassau and Suffolk Counties, that pay the highest property taxes in the United States and how could they not have their power restored first? 

Entitled, they were entitled to have their power restored first. Nevermind any other factors. Entitled.  They pay the highest taxes, so how could they not be entitled? That attitude set off a bell or a light bulb in my head. Suddenly many things I have seen, heard or been repulsed by, were explained. Entitled, pure and simple. Not the do on to others or treat your neighbor like yourself. Entitled. Yuck!

Not exactly the message we are trying to teach our children, at least our children.

Back to your regularly scheduled program.