Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Duck Commander- Phil Robertson

As I settled in front of my computer at work and read my daily Google news, I was informed that Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty has been banned indefinitely for his remarks in GQ about the LGBT community and something against black people. This is ridiculous. Laughable, almost. His opinions were just that, his opinions. Here is what he said in regards to homosexuality being sinful.

"It seems like, to me, a vagina -- as a man -- would be more desirable than a man's anus. That's just me. I'm just thinking: There's more there! She's got more to offer. I mean, come on, dudes! You know what I'm saying? But hey, sin: It's not logical, my man. It's just not logical," 

Hubby completely agrees with this and that's his opinion. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and I'm sure he knew there would be repercussions of his words.From a Christian stand point, he is right. God frowns upon this, but God frowns upon a lot of things. Like Gluttony, for instance, and we all know America has a huge (no pun intended) issue with Gluttony. Pride, Envy, Anger, Greed, just to name a few, that we all have been guilty of a time or two. The cool thing about God is that He does forgive. He loves all His children. I have lesbian and gay friends, but honestly, I don't even see the sexuality in any of my dear friends. I don't care if they're gay, straight, or into crazy dominatrix shit. They are just my friends. And what they do in their life is not for me to judge whatsoever. They will have to answer to the "Man Upstairs" just like I will.

And then, good Ol' Phil went into his opinion on black people. Which I didn't find it offensive or even slanderous.

"I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once," he told GQ. "Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I'm with the blacks, because we're white trash. We're going across the field. ... They're singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, 'I tell you what: These doggone white people' -- not a word! Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues," GQ quoted Robertson as saying.

The NAACP and the Human Rights Campaign wrote a letter to A&E together. Basically stating that Phil must have not been there when black people were "lynched" for simply walking down the street and that being LGBT is "not a choice." If Phil had acted a fool, like Dog the Bounty Hunter did in his N-word rant to his son, then I could understand the reason for the letter and for A&E actions. But, he didn't. He simply stated what he believed in and that doesn't mean that's what you believe in, and that's OK.

People need to get their panties out of a wad and stop pulling the race and rainbow card over everything that could maybe be offensive. I completely stand-by what was said by Phil Robertson.

What do you think? Do you think he was just speaking his mind or was he out of line?

Here is the link to the FaceBook page to "Bring Back Phil Robertson" and the petition.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Top 5 Hubby "No-No's"

The hubby can be an idiot sometimes. He thinks he is being funny when he sends a mass text message to our family and friends with a picture attached to a text stating, "This is Court when she is mad."He apparently thought it was a great idea to send it to me, too. I can take a joke. I have a sense of humor, but I don't like being compared to a demon possessed person with scratches all over her face and green, nasty shit coming from every orifice. Look here guy, I've come up with a short and simple list to keep your ass out of the dog house.

Number 1. Sending a mass text message of ANY God-awful pictures of your wife with a tacky message attached. This is not cute or funny and we do not want to know how you really feel about us. 

Number 2. If we ask you a question, we already know the answer. You may just want to answer honestly because lying about that new gun being "Just for Mama" when we both know you were just itching for a new gun. Honey, this will never work out in your favor. 

Number 3. It does not make me want to clean by myself all the time because you say, "Baby, you look so sexy scrubbing those floors." Nor, does this comment make me feel sexy. I'll tell you what's sexy, a man that helps with dishes and takes out the trash. 

 Number 4. We both have our moments with the kids, but when I say no Dr. Pepper or candy, I mean it. I would like for my children's teeth to stay in their head and would like to have a peaceful evening not a power surge at 9:00 at night. Again, this is not cute or helpful.

Number 5. Telling me you'll cook and clean the kitchen to give me the night off is really sweet and us women like that. However, when you serve me a nice dinner, which again A+,  and let me know that you cooked and I will have to clean is really false advertising and costs you valuable brownie points. This makes me want to punch you. Hard. In the face. 

It's a learning process, guys. We still love y'all and will be patient. Just remember we all like flowers, a sweet I love you and a mini vacation from the kids.

Do you have any rules for your boyfriend/fiance/husband?

ETA:I need to edit the previous post. I have found another 'no-no' for the hubby. 

Number 6. Do not drool over the gas station attendant in front of your wife. She will not find it cute that your acting like horny teenager and I'm pretty sure the attendant will not go home with you after seeing you driving a vehicle with cars seats and socks with sandals.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Domestic Godess Days are OVAH, buddy.

 I was the ultimate , wait, scratch that, a good housewife. A domestic godess, rather. The kids were taken care of, house was clean and dinner was on the table the minute he walked through the door. Chaos was kept down to the low roar setting when 'hubby' came home. However, staying home just wasn't enough. I just had to go back to work. I needed adult interaction. I needed conversation. Something other than Dora the Explorer or visiting the stupid rat at Chuck E. Cheese.  I could not bear to wipe another bottom or catch a boogie with my sleeve, anymore.

Apparently, this is where I screwed up.  

I came home today to utter chaos. Toys EVERYWHERE, blankets hung on bunk beds and chairs, the days dishes overflowing the sink, trash outside of the trash can and this awful smell. My youngest was covered in dirt so much on first glance I thought he had black eyes.  This was NOT how I left my house and children today when I went to work. 

I left the kids with 'hubby' and that was my first mistake. I just don't understand how you can't just pick up after yourself. It's really not that hard. Trash goes in the trash can. Laundry in the hamper. When you play with this toy, put it up  before you get a new one. This is obviously a really hard concept for anyone other than me. 

I work 40+ hours a week only to work twice as hard at home. I don't even have a weekend anymore. I get off work on Fridays to only rush home to pray I get everything done by Monday. I didn't raise them to be pigs and 'hubby' used to be such a neat freak, my changing outfits in the morning and leaving them on the bed was an outrageous crime. 

Now, let me tell you. I've come up with the sweetest revenge. I give up. I'm done. Throwing in the towel. No more cleaning from Mom. I'll just wear shoes constantly to avoid those damned Lego's and whatever bodily fluid that might end up on my pretty carpet. My kids can look like Mini-Hobos and do what they want. The 'hubby' can wash his own laundry and make his own meals. And I'll just sit back while my house becomes condemned and when they say 'why, Mom, why don't you clean and cook for us anymore?' (in their whiny voices) I'm sure I will have some sly remark such as 'You wanted to be pigs, so I let you all live like pigs' or 'I wanted a new house.' Or something better than all of that. I still have fire coming from my face, so my brain isn't really working this evening. But, it'll be good. It will be really good. 

**evil laughter** 

I hope you step on Lego, kid, those things hurt and MAYBE you'll THEN put the damn things away.