FknBucky

I saw a 39 second clip this morning about this little boy who turned five years old and decided to give all of his birthday money to the Ronald McDonald charity.  My first thought was “Why does this spoiled prick get $288 for turning 5??  I got a bag of socks followed by a spanking because I wouldn’t stop asking for more cake.  What did you think I’d go soft on you like your boyfriend after 45 seconds in the backseat of his Mom’s volvo on Senior prom night??  I hate kids, the planet, gummy bears, and of course Ronald McDonald.

Ok that isn’t entirely true, I got a mushroom and swiss burger from Mickey D’s on Saturday.  I’m not a fan of french fries so I told the drive up Mexican to keep them.  She pointed out it’s cheaper to get the combo meal than the sandwich & drink alone.   I double checked her math and thought “how in the fuck does that make sense?”  I listened as she explained I could switch out and get apple slices with my sandwich instead of the fries.  I went for it.  McDonalds really watching out for my health.   The apple slices came with a tub of caramel dip.  WTF???  Fail.  Try keeping little fatboy’s fingers out of that.  It is a tiny metaphor of our world we have created.

So back to the super kid that is better than the rest of us.  His parents obviously taught him more in the first five years of his life than many of us learn throughout a lifetime.  This kid has parents who took time instilling values in him that will last a lifetime and they should be applauded for it.  Instead this story is buried on page 37 next to a recipe for fruitcake.  I hate fruitcake, and in fact I don’t even know what it is.  It scares the hell out of me.  The only fruitcakes I know about are living in San Francisco.  Francisco is a hard word to spell.  Took me four tries.  Spell check is for idiots….

Staying on topic I saw Spiderman 2 the other day and a scene in the movie sparked my interest.  Spiderman looses his mask while stopping a runaway train full of innocent people.  He uses all of his strength to stop train, and then passes out.  The people tell him not to worry they won’t tell anyone who he is after he wakes up.  Bullshit.  Think that would happen in today’s society??  Why don’t you set your People magazine down on the coffee table next to the copy of  US Weekly and then promptly shoot yourself in the face.

If twenty people knew they could get paid for dropping dime on Spider boy, nineteen of them would step on each others throat to reach the nearest pay day.  The twentieth guy would be stoned, think he is too late to sell the super hero out, and say screw it.  God Bless America.  Not only would we race to sell out Spiderman, but we feel entitled to it.  I deserve my extra money and I deserve a new car, big house, designer clothes.  For what?? Being a person of no morales, virtue, or self love. That is right you can’t love yourself when you are a scum bag at heart.  Don’t worry I hate myself.

We chase the almighty dollar that is printed faster than I can write these crappy blogs.  Nobody cares about doing the right thing anymore, but rather how much they can get paid at the end of the day.  Would you give up 1 million dollars to do the right thing? Would you give up 5 million dollars??  How much money would it take to buy your soul, your freedom, your vote??  Sometimes you have to drop your only $288 to someone else.  Good job kid.  Way to waste your 5th birthday on some clown with big red shoes that is most likely a sex offender.

Got to be something in there worth thinking about.

Fknbucky