What Would You Do If you were President?

So I was watching Lifetime this weekend, (I know, I’m embarrassed, but it’s another discussion for another day) and they are now showing this ad where they are asking women what they’d do if they were President. Naturally I’m writing this because one of the responses riled me up so much that I felt it justified a rant. I realize this may be an area were many may disagree with me, and I may come across as cruel, heartless and uncompassionate, but we may just have to agree to disagree because I won’t apologize for my opinion.

The camera flashes to a woman who looks to be a well put together “career woman.” And what do you think she says? It is something along the lines of, ‘I want affordable daycare for all the working mothers…’ Excuse Me????? You chose to have a child and now you want ME and the many other hardworking taxpayers to pay for you to DUMP your child on someone else to raise, so YOU can have a career? Why would you choose to have a child then? Because let’s be honest, no one can raise your child better than you can right?

I understand that there are unforeseen tragedies that happen that mandate a woman return to work after having a child, but this woman wasn’t talking about those situations. She was talking about your average everyday women like me who have a stable family life and if we wanted to, could budget one income to support the family or find alternatives to help supplement the family income without sacrificing the care of a child to some stranger. And I’ve seen many women work it out if it is necessary for them arrange for alternative care for a short amount of time. And I’ve seen families come together to be supportive in those times of need and to chip in and help when possible.

I’m furious because you want the choice to have kids, but then you still want the government, meaning all the taxpayers, to subsidize your daycare now? Why? What good can come of that? Abandoned children and higher taxes, that’s a brilliant plan for your child’s future? Again I ask, where is my choice in the matter? I didn’t get a choice for you to have a kid. And if I had, I certainly wouldn’t have let you have one if you planned on the taxpayers dollars paying for its daycare, health care, and anything else you can come up with. Those things are your responsibility? It is your responsibility to feed, clothe, and care for your child. But increasingly, this nation has become a nation shirking personal responsibility in favor of passing it along to the government. This is so they have someone else to blame but themselves if things go wrong.

If you want to dump your kid in daycare, that is your choice, but don’t ask me to pay for it. It’s ridiculous, appalling, and irresponsible. What is this world coming to?

The Hollywood Writer’s Strike – What a Bunch of Lazy Ingrates

Ok, now I know I’m not the only one ticked off by having to endure a television season full of bad reality TV or reruns after anticipating the start of the new season. Why couldn’t they strike after they’d finished the season? Would that have been so difficult for them? They’re off anyways, and we the viewers wouldn’t have noticed or cared. But as it is I’m ticked off at them. They didn’t stick it to the networks, because they still ran shows and sold advertising. They stuck it to us, the hard working average Americans, who just want to sit down and enjoy our favorite shows after a long day at work.

I hope it backfires on them. And here’s my theory on that. You see all the new shows that came out for a minute and then went on strike; we all already forgot what they were called and who was in them. The same goes for the shows that were new the second half of the season last year. Can’t remember if I liked them or not. I didn’t get a chance to find out if I even cared to like them. Way to go writers of those shows. I bet this was your big break wasn’t it? And look where it got you. Probably broke and back at your job waiting tables or whatever it is you do to make a living. Was it worth it? I understand wanting to get paid but isn’t that why people negotiate producing credits as well? Come on use your head! Don’t pay a union to open their big fat mouths on your behalf. Isn’t that what an agent is for?

I say be a scab. Cross that picket line and do your job like the rest of us. Break the unions and quit paying dues to them. You’ll probably find out that you can make more money without their “help.” How did they help you while you were on strike and your show got cancelled? Did they get you a new job on a hit show like The Office, Lost, CSI, or the Law and Order franchise? No? What??? GOOD!!! They took your money and let the door hit you on your way out. I hope you learned your lesson, because a partial season was just not good enough for you or us. I for one would have been happy to be a scab writer. I bet I could have written something better than nothing, which is what you all wrote?

So to sum it up; don’t let it happen again or we just might go on strike from watching TV altogether. I’m prepared to do that. Even if I’m alone in that effort. One person CAN make a difference. Right?

Lola's Corner - Why Dogs Eat June Bugs, Poo, and Other Disgusting Things

So I’m 4 ½ months old now and I’ve discovered the joys of puppy-hood. I get to learn about the wonderful things, this brand new world to me, has to offer. About a month ago, I found out that when I went outside at night there tons of these bugs flying, sitting, walking, and mating all over the place. Mom and dad call them June bugs. I called them a formal challenge. For every time I went outside they flew around my face “daring” me to catch them. I’ll tell you what, those suckers sure are slow. Or maybe I’m just the quickest pup in the south. I caught every one that flew around my head and chased many others jumping and leaping with glee. They are just a mouthful of crunchy goodness. Kind of like how you humans enjoy the fresh crunch of a bowl of cereal.

Mom and dad discovered the sweetness of my June bug habit in the form of June bug poo. Apparently we only digest the innards of them, which makes for funny poo. Which brings me to my next point. Poo. It’s just funny. How can you not play with it? We get tired of the same ol’ toys and eating grass and leaves. Playing with and eating our poo spices things up. Plus we get a super cool reaction from you humans. If I had a milk bone for every time mom and dad chased me around the yard trying to get the poo, or whatever random thing I’ve found, out of my mouth, I’d get several more a day than I normally get. It’s not so much about eating the poo as it is engaging you in a game of “catch me if you can.” And we know the more horrendous the item in our mouth, the more likely we are to get you to play until we’re done. Besides if we swallow it, it’s just going to come right back out again. No harm no foul. Well except for foul breath. But we like the taste of doggy toothpaste and so if it prompts you to try and brush our teeth, BONUS!!! We get to eat the toothpaste. The more the better.

So to sum it up what you should have learned from this
1. June Bugs are a challenge!
2. June Bugs are crunchy!
3. Poo is just funny! Don’t try to deny it.
4. Catch me if you can is the world’s greatest game!
5. Doggy toothpaste rocks!

Don't forget you can send me pictures of your furry little friends to lolafrog@gmail.com to share with all.

Mandatory Birth Control…What a Concept!!

How many times have you been shopping in a store or eating in a restaurant and you see these kids running helter skelter, screaming all over the place like maniacs? It makes you want to pull your hair out right? How many times have you felt like going over to their parents and violently shaking them for not doing anything about it? But kept the fantasy in your head to avoid assault and battery charges or worse. I’m not talking about the parents that take their kids to the bathroom for a good spanking or whisper halitosis threats into their ear. I’m talking about the parents that ignore their kids’ bad behavior as if they don’t exists or if that’s normal/ok kid behavior. After all “they are just kids.”

Have you ever worked in a checkout line or stood in line at the grocery store behind someone on food stamps that is not only getting the bare necessities, but somehow affording also to load up on junk food and cigarettes as well? Not to mention they are rude to you or someone around you. Or are you sick of hearing the stories on the news of a woman barely of adult status delivering a 5th or 6th kid, all of whom are on Medicaid, and how happy she is to having another baby? Does it piss you off that you are footing the bill for these people that are abusing what was originally intended to be temporary help from the government? Again, I’m not talking about the people that are receiving temporary help and are working to better their lives. I’m talking about the perpetual offenders that are just poor enough to live off the government but have their priorities so straight that they can afford, satellite TV, alcohol, and cigarettes. At least we’re getting some tax dollars back from them in the form of the “sin taxable items.”

The concept for mandatory birth control was developed by a friend (who shall remain nameless unless she chooses to identify herself in the comments) and myself probably about 15 years ago now back in high school. I’m sure it was a class where we were bored and could be spotted counting ceiling tiles on any given day. The discussion had to do with how high school and college girls always seem to get knocked up when they are drunk. This may mean that alcohol increases fertility if you haven’t tried it yet. Since you don’t want babies being born to young, unprepared, un-wed mothers, this led us to the conclusion of putting birth control in alcohol. That way poor judgment could be rendered useless, and the innocent children, that get dragged into these situations rather than responsibly adopted out to capable and responsible families, would be protected from their would-be mothers.

Brilliant idea huh?!?!?

Forget the fact that it seems Marxist or Communistic or whatever category of bad political philosophy that you don’t want any part of. If you can overlook that one tiny problem, it’s a genius solution to a growing problem.

Of course over the years I’ve tried to improve upon the plan to add it to the water supply whereby, I will be the keeper of the antidote. Or at least I get to be in charge of who gets the temporary antidote. Prospective parents would of course have to pass a test, each time they want a new child, and prove to be able to support a child of their own means. They also have to have had no government assistance claims in the last 5 years. If they currently have a child, they have to show proof that they are respectable, responsible parents who are raising their current child or children to be respectable and responsible citizens.

The test would include questions like: “True or false, it’s ok for your child to play one parent against the other?” And for the sake of establishing consistency, “You child asks you if they can go to a party Saturday night, what’s your response?"
a) Of course dear. Do you need me to get the booze for you?
b) Yes, just don’t bring home any STDs.
c) Did you ask your mother/father?

Other questions would include simple geography and social studies questions like “how many states are there in the U.S.?” and “Can you name the current president and vice president of the U.S.?” and “How much do you pay in taxes?” Anyone responding incorrectly to these questions will have to reapply to have a child at a later date until they can prove themselves a wee bit more intelligent than that.

Seems like a relatively simple test right? Oh that my dream could become reality.

Anyways so there it is. I’m certain you will all agree while genius, it’s probably too good to be true. And of course it goes against my philosophy of freedom of choice, but anyone living off the government has taken away my freedom of choice not to support his or her irresponsibility. So I’m willing to compromise this one particular choice in the name of making the world a better place.

Who Wouldn't Want to Live Here?

This is the view from the top of the mountain we go skiing at. It's so beautiful, but that was stating the obvious. Some day we hope to be able to live there so we can go skiing as often as we'd like. So until we can do that we'll just have to dream big and go back as often as we can. And hopefully not kill ourselves by running into a tree or other skiers or by flying off the side of the mountain.