My incredibly hectic past two weeks culminated this past Sunday by celebrating the fifth birthday of Ms. Freud’s grandson … the poor kid whose mama is a corporate lawyer, and papa is a stockbroker. The little fucker is DOOMED, I tell ya!
So, there’s a lull in the bullshit trivial inane conversation. Soooo, I bring up the economy, and ask Mr. Stockbroker if he’s at all concerned about the shit hitting the fan. In a nutshell (I don’t want to bore you) the answer was this — “The economy is doing great. You need to stop with all your constant negativity.” Oh, OK. That “conversation” lasted all of three minutes, if that.
Thing is … they really do appear to be happy as clams. Both with six figure incomes, him with a new Lexus, her with a two year old monster SUV, living totally rent free/food free/bill free at Ms. Lawyer’s mama’s house while looking to purchase a home …. oh, yeah, homes in the $800,000 plus range. Meanwhile, we’re struggling to downsize, and Ms Freud especially is often full of worries.
WTF is wrong with that picture? Especially in light of this ….
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” ————– Philippians 4:8
“As a man thinketh in his heart so is he,” ———— Proverbs 23:7
Maybe Mr. Stockbroker is right. Am I really a miserable old fuck? I wonder how the constant stream of negative doomer news is affecting my mind … my personality. How’s it affecting your mind?
Recently, I have found myself not giving a shit about most news articles. I’m NOT talking about only here on TBP. I have at least 25+ “favorites” web sites I visit at least weekly. The past few weeks I’ve visited less than half of them … and when I do visit them I hardly click on any articles. How many fucking times can I read about copfuks, mooslimfuks, free shitters, an economy in the shitter, the piece of shit running this country, etc etc. etc. …. before getting bored to fucking death?
Oh yeah! I’m thinking fat, dumb, and happy is the way to go! What say you?
Kumbaya, motherfuckers!!!