Mood:  lazy

To my readers:

I am sickened by the "dressing down" of our current society. The days of men wearing, much less owning, suits to do anything but where it is an absolute requirement are gone. Women wearing tasteful and attractive dresses etc instead of too tight t-shirts and shorts are also past. It seems now if someone wants to look good, men go for over-logoed baggy clothing, and women go for revealing. Whatever happened to looking respectable when going out in public? To church? Anywhere?? I seem to notice a trend that self-respect is being relegated to "stuffy" or "old" or "snobby" types, and if you want to be fashionable, look and act scruffy! I am sick of this! Sick of seeing young girls dressing like prostitutes, and old men dressing like rappers, and don't forget all the boxers I see because young men fail to value a good belt. 

This is trend that started probably with the industrial revolution, and is reaching a height that I never thought possible. Everywhere we travel, we see the effects. People wearing pajamas on the street, to go to the store. People who don't care what they wear when they leave the house, walking around in what I personally wouldn't want my family to wear IN the house. Not just appearances, but behavior. The conversations that people have in public, not caring who can hear or that they may not want to hear it. 

The pinnacle of my disgust came when my wife took me out to Olive Garden for my birthday.  Not a "fancy" type place, but pricey enough to keep out the "pajama" crowd, or so I thought. Not only was I privy to 6 different conversations in the waiting room, from a family birthday celebration to "I'm an angsty teenager trying to elicit pity from the popular girl", but I saw every manner of dress from low slung exercise pants to a favorite beer t-shirt underneath the black leather trenchcoat.  Then an older man came in and made it abundantly clear to most of the restaurant that he was upset at the host and hostess.  Because he had to provide a name to be seated. When he was already on this list from calling ahead. Baffled? So was the hostess. 

Then I was seated. At a comfortable table in a quiet corner. Well, it was quite for a minute. The Trenchcoat and his not so inappropriately dressed entourage was the 4 person table next to us.  Of which I learned the two women on either side of The Trenchcoat were his sisters, and the older woman across from him, wearing a "Best Mom in the world" pin, was his mother. They were out for her birthday. The sister on the left of The Trenchcoat is housemates with their other sister. Who is promiscuous and is suspected to have multiple STDs. The sister is concerned because Miss Promiscuous is using her bathsponge, and she is concerned about getting whatever disease(s) Miss Promiscuous may or may not have.  The sister to the right of The Trenchcoat is concerned about her history of chickenpox. Apparently she suffered from chickenpox, or Varicella Zoster Virus and has heard that the virus itself stays in one's skin to be unleashed later on the body as shingles, which KILLS! It isn't exactly true, but to this group it was! So I was given a full detailed analysis on how shingles killed her grandfather, and it was going to kill her too!

So how does the trenchcoat family fit into the "dressing down"? Simply, instead of saving the inappropriate and private conversation for a family setting, they unleashed it in a public, and not so casual setting. Please, save it for your OWN dinner table, I don't want to HEAR it! Same goes for grooming in public, the stray hairs, the pimples, the noses and the toses, do it AT HOME!

 Thank you, and good day.

The question becomes why? Why are we here? The human condition, the animal in all of us answers that simply. To continue the species, as is the job of every species out there. To procreate and continue.  The cockroaches win this fight.

So if our purpose is survival of the species, why is mankind not more altruistic? Even lowly beasts will gather to protect the herd, the weak sacrificing themselves to the lions so the younger breeding stock survive.  We know as humans that common defense and maintenance of infrastructure are the 2 things that will save our society, our "flock" if you will, yet so many people do so much for the good of one over the good of many.

Let's go on welfare, drain the public resources, and not even try to be productive members of society! Makes me sick...

I do feel a little better after watching the Undercover Boss that aired after the Super Bowl (Who dat?).  An older gentleman going to dialysis 3 times a week with no doubt many more medical problems than just his kidney problems, that only wants to work. He gets angry when he sees healthy people without the same drive. I can only say I know how he feels. And the President of a national corporation that notices this and goes beyond profits to do the right thing for him.

Being on the streets everyday, though, I see so much more of the opposite. the "sheep in wolf's clothing" if you will. Those who talk of how much they help, of what good they are doing, yet when one opens their eyes they see the self-service for what it is. Stop with the self pity, suck it up, and be a productive member of society. After all, that is why we are here.

In closing, and this is just to all those religious types, I DO believe in God, but as Marx says, religion is merely the opium of the people.

Hi! I know... a free server? How amateurish. But hey, its free! and since I work in EMS, you know I don't make any money. I have had this delusion for many years that I know how to write, and further than that, communicate. I've been in EMS for almost  6 years now, and it has really brought me out of my shell, so to speak. I have been playing around with the idea of a blog for awhile, and now is the time. I seem to have the free time to do it, and it is not like anyone will pay attention anyway. 

 I've been on duty since 0600hrs and the excitement is overwhelming. Sure we all know that EMS stands for "earn money sleeping", but I have been unable to do so since I came on duty.  My medic is passed out on a benchseat and the last Matrix movie plays randomly in the background, mixed in the cacophony of my company radio and the scanner. The scanner listens to all emergency service for 3 counties.  It is a pernicious but permanent fixture in my life these days. Out goes another call, for another agency, for another patient that probably doesn't need an ambulance, but will get one anyway.  It's hard, but I try to not complain. These types of calls provide me with a career.  How can I complain about that?  Too easy, some days. I am off to do some self-maintenance and should probably look over my truck, make sure it's still an ambulance.

 Until Next time,

Crash