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Heinlein, you had it right.
In one of Robert A. Heinlein's novels, the one horribly transformed into one of the WORST movies ever, Starship Troopers, he stated that the clearest proof that a society is in decline is the loss of manners shared among it's members. How true.
Take driving. Driving is an activity that prescribes manners as well as any activity. Gone for a drive lately, or are you like me and would rather cut the webbing between all your toes with an eight by ten sheet of typing paper? If one is to be a decent driver, one must have good manners, then all these people here are a bunch of fucking heathens. Not a drive occurs that I don't give serious thought to dragging some bastard out of their car and drilling them in the temple. It's not that they are overly aggressive, but drivers in Dallas are lazy and stupid. Mistakes are made and uber-expensive SUV's are instantly turned to scrap because Joey Bagodonuts is to lazy to follow simple traffic rules.
Here's another thing. When when ordering food, ANYWHERE, an acceptable request is NOT "Gimme aaa....". Nor is "I'll take aaa..." What ever happened to "I would like a" or "May I have a"? You know, ask with courtesy, and receive with courtesy? Just because money is transferring hands is not license to treat a total stranger like they are your handmaid. You fucking heathen.
Now for my inspiration for this little tirade. Personal courtesy toward strangers. If one more person goes through a doorway only to let the door fall shut behind them, with me only three fucking paces behind. I'm going to open that door, then cut their throat from ear to ear. Simple
And this leads to my final take, which is that women in this society, particularly in this metropolis, are reduced to a group of ill-mannered, ill-spoken, crass, uncultured cows. All of them, and I'd like just one female to prove this false. Just once. Just fucking once. Oh, I guess you've figured the little doorway exchange illustrated above involved a woman. It always does.
And if one were to, say, call me on manners, as I have been rather colorful in my language in this post, I have this to say. In real life, I swear as little as possible in front of females. It's just too heathenistic. So why would I swear in print to a possible female readership? Simple. It's my journal. I'll extend the courtesy towards females of clean language in my posts the day I witness any type of common manners out of them around here. That or the day blue assed baboons with wings fly out of my ass.
Yours cordially,
Clime.
In one of Robert A. Heinlein's novels, the one horribly transformed into one of the WORST movies ever, Starship Troopers, he stated that the clearest proof that a society is in decline is the loss of manners shared among it's members. How true.
Take driving. Driving is an activity that prescribes manners as well as any activity. Gone for a drive lately, or are you like me and would rather cut the webbing between all your toes with an eight by ten sheet of typing paper? If one is to be a decent driver, one must have good manners, then all these people here are a bunch of fucking heathens. Not a drive occurs that I don't give serious thought to dragging some bastard out of their car and drilling them in the temple. It's not that they are overly aggressive, but drivers in Dallas are lazy and stupid. Mistakes are made and uber-expensive SUV's are instantly turned to scrap because Joey Bagodonuts is to lazy to follow simple traffic rules.
Here's another thing. When when ordering food, ANYWHERE, an acceptable request is NOT "Gimme aaa....". Nor is "I'll take aaa..." What ever happened to "I would like a" or "May I have a"? You know, ask with courtesy, and receive with courtesy? Just because money is transferring hands is not license to treat a total stranger like they are your handmaid. You fucking heathen.
Now for my inspiration for this little tirade. Personal courtesy toward strangers. If one more person goes through a doorway only to let the door fall shut behind them, with me only three fucking paces behind. I'm going to open that door, then cut their throat from ear to ear. Simple
And this leads to my final take, which is that women in this society, particularly in this metropolis, are reduced to a group of ill-mannered, ill-spoken, crass, uncultured cows. All of them, and I'd like just one female to prove this false. Just once. Just fucking once. Oh, I guess you've figured the little doorway exchange illustrated above involved a woman. It always does.
And if one were to, say, call me on manners, as I have been rather colorful in my language in this post, I have this to say. In real life, I swear as little as possible in front of females. It's just too heathenistic. So why would I swear in print to a possible female readership? Simple. It's my journal. I'll extend the courtesy towards females of clean language in my posts the day I witness any type of common manners out of them around here. That or the day blue assed baboons with wings fly out of my ass.
Yours cordially,
Clime.
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