I Don't Mean Edit, But Don't These Wing Nuts Read Their Shit Before Hitting "Publish?"

Don't get me wrong.  I complain here.  This is a venting place for me.  Part of the reason it works so well for me like that is the lack of any appreciable audience.  It's like shouting out loud in an empty field, here.  So it's not going to cause me that much embarrassment.  Right?  Point is.  I appreciate the therapeutic idea of ranting/complaining.

But do you remember that routine from SNL,"I Hate it When . . . .?"  That was a skit where these two rednecky guys  describe various self inflicted painful situations, beginning if not also ending each installment with words to the effect of, "Don't ya hate it when that happens?"

I just read something that stupid and that rednecky.  I won't go into the why of it, and the who of it, but I was reading this citizen wing nut's blog.  He's not know for any thing.  Just a guy.  And he was doing a blog/review of some restaurant.  And (once my mind latched on to the example) he reminds me of the redneck skit.  I will jump to the chase.  Dude.  If you walk into a restaurant, and it has family style seating, and you hate that shit?  Then turn your stupid ass around and fucking leave the place.  Don't let the hostess (after waiting for her to show up) seat you.  Any complaining about the experience after that point is all on you.  It's like listening to the redneck idiot complaining about how it feels after he shoves, himself, chop sticks in his own ears.

What the fuck dood.  See a therapist.  And I mean mental health therapist!