We're into DAY SIX of the "memorial service" for that 11 year old. Thank the maker she'll be laid to rest TODAY (1PM) with an hour long viewing prior (to compliment the week long party marking the occasion).There was a "twist" to the partying thing this weekend....we had a "party-off" of sorts between the black trash a**holes at the little girl's house (who DID have a 5 day head start), and the nearby white trash a**holes down the street.
It went something like this:
(ala Howard Cosell)
"In THIS corner, weighing in at 135 decibels are THE RAPPERS, composed of obnoxious drunks, druggies and assorted human flotsam, hailing from various neighborhoods around the area."
"And in the opposing corner, weighing in at slightly less than 128 decibels are THE REDNECKS, comprised of ANOTHER GROUP of obnoxious drunks, druggies and assorted human flotsam frequenting the same area".
"This will be a SIX-HOUR match...the winner to be determined by who BEST thumbs their noses at the FWPD (when they are called) the FASTEST, and is also predicated by the MOST vehicles STILL remaining at their respective dwellings after the police have chided them to keep the noise down."
"Alcoholic beverages as well as illegal drugs ARE MANDATORY, in order for the judges to make their final determination. Let the partying commence"!
And now you get the gist of what went on in MY neighborhood this weekend.
When I called dispatch, I told them "I have TWO LOUD parties (code44LP)...which one would you like me to describe FIRST?" It was being being at a nexus of cacophony to be sure. If all the idiots decided to meet at ONE place, it was right around our house. We were effectively caught between the proverbial rock AND a hard place. I even said to dispatch that I never saw people GRIEVE in such a manner. Dispatch replied that "people grieve in different ways"
(switching to Ace Ventura mode)
ALLLLRRRRIIIIGHTY, then!!!
**(Note to self, the next funeral I attend, bring along some Old Grand Dad, get shit-faced to beat the band, make faces at the corpse, be as boisterous as possible to everyone in attendance, and THEN blame it on my "culture")!
Sadly, these people couldn't get a lick of culture if they went out and bought some DANNON.
In a CIVILIZED society, when someone passes, it becomes a time to reminisce. We look back at the person, their life & times, and we think to what they meant to us...how they shaped us...and how we became better people because of them. We celebrate their life by doing this...not by getting loud enough to WAKE THE DEAD, nor by becoming so damn obnoxious that others not only detest the revelers, but actually have little regard for the one that has passed in their family.
Other people will judge you by the way you act (or react) in many situations, and in some cases, they will judge by FIRST IMPRESSIONS. Someone once said that the first 5 seconds (when you meet anyone) are the MOST critical when having people see you as you present yourself. As this can be applied to anything from a job interview to a "Joe Everyone" on the street, it becomes important for us to keep that in mind.
But one could suppose that if a person has no self-esteem, no self-respect, no self worth, or no self-actualization, then it wouldn't make a difference if it were 5 SECONDS...or 5 YEARS. They will not make an impression upon the world that can be construed as acceptable, socially-speaking.
Perhaps if these "other" people would have thought more highly of themselves, as well as the ones that pass away, they'd suffer a case of humility..instead of a case of stupidity (to go with that case of Bud Light).
Yeah, I know...."if only".
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