The Call Out

                I find watching any kind of surveillance video rather comical. Even though the content is accurate and, well, as it happened,  the TV and Movie industry have made it to seem unreal, for some reason. It is to laugh, as an old friend used to say.

          I was watching a local report from a news agency regarding a theft of items from an athletic facility, and they had video footage of the suspected perpetrator of the crime. Not actual footage of the crime itself, but of the people suspected or implicated somehow.

          There was a rather accurate description of the so called perpetrator of this crime on the news reel, as well as a great shot of them on the video as they exited the building. The description was rather accurate regarding the suspect, however, overly politically correct. I feel that this is an injustice. Bear with me here.

          The commentary was the same as always.

          “The perpetrator exited the building calmly as seen on the video. They are believed to be 5 foot 6, brown hair pulled in a ponytail, heavy framed, and wearing track pants.”

          Now, my take on this should be an honest one. Don’t be politically correct when it comes to criminals. These people are stealing form others and harming people. Call them out. Be honest. Screw political correctness.

          With the amount of soft shelled and spineless individuals becoming offended at stupid shit on a daily basis, and you know who you are, us normal folk need to take a stand.

          Call it like you see it, or like it is.

          The crime report should be broadcast as this:

“We are looking for anyone with information on the person in the video. This coward went into a locker room and stole items while people were competing for an athletic championship. What a complete scumbag. This shithead appears to be 5’2’’ (much shorter than they are), wearing rather soiled track pants, which proves that they don’t care what they look like. They’re heavy set, no, wait, they’re fat. That’s right bigger than average, which means they do not exercise and could not outrun a police officer even if they had to. This is a fat out of shape individual. The acne on their face seems to indicate a fast food diet. The overall unkempt appearance also indicates a complete lack of respect for oneself, and the overwhelming body odour should become an easy trail for local a law enforcement K9 unit to hone in on.”

          This way, the suck-holes in society, that become offended over stupid crap on a daily basis, should be pissed off enough so that the dumb ass criminals amongst them become so offended that they expose themselves. In effect, turn themselves in as they complain about being offended. 

“They called me fat”. 

Problem solved.

Motivation

Peculiar how time flies when you’re not paying attention. Or caring for that matter. That seems more to the point. Not caring. Truer to the point would be complete lack of motivation.

Those that are readers of my occasional drivel are not going to believe me if I tell you that I’ve been too busy. You already know that’s not the case. From previous posts, and, well, my life is not that full. Its lack of motivation is this case. Complete and utter.

Not that there has been a lack of subjects or topics to write about, on the contrary. I have noted a plethora of experiences in my notebook to opine about but, just have not felt the desire. Until lately.

Funny how a job can suck the life completely from you. I mean suck the life out of you to the point where you notice a change in yourself. Blame can be pointed at the company, at coworkers, at the job, at the weather, or at anything else you may dislike at any given moment. I had such a job, but no more. Thank God. Did I mention the part about being paroled? Oh wait, keep reading.

I do blame the job for one thing. That is sucking the life out of me. I blame myself even more for the fact that I allowed it to happen. Which means that I became complacent in an unhealthy situation, and it affected me to the point where I did not like the person I became.

That has been changed, and I feel as though I’ve been paroled. No shit. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about so hold off on your bullshit email comments on that fact.

Funny how something as insignificant as a job change can make one of the biggest differences in your life. Just the sheer lack of stress alone makes for a better sleep at night. Creative thoughts begin to flow again. I realize now that a pay cut in order to retain my sanity was the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. There is a hell of a lot more to life than money. Really.

All I can impart right now, is the fact that I am sleeping better, feeling better, doing better, and working better than I have in some time. A long time overdue.

I’m tired of working at a job just to survive, for a company that doesn’t deserve my efforts or loyalty. Too many times I’ve regretted having to go to work in the morning. I don’t anymore. And I encourage all those who dislike their careers to find something they enjoy, and pursue it wholeheartedly.  If it isn’t out there, create it. You will not regret your efforts. But efforts it will take.

The world is too full of sheep, content on punching a clock for the sake of a paycheck. You do have a choice. But it’s yours for the taking.

I’m not sorry for taking too long to post a new article. Actually, I’m disappointed with myself that it took so long. But I’m not sorry, lol.

Thanks for waiting.