homemaker

I read that 90,000 My Space offenders were removed from the web site recently.  Geez.  Just think, 90,000 nut cases who like to do it with little kids.  I guess that’s only a portion of the real number.  How many more of these sickos are roaming the internet and our streets?  I guess they don’t have jobs or lives of any importance or else they wouldn’t have time to pursue their pervert hobby.

Kind of makes me wonder why a child would be looking for love on the internet, anyway.  How lame is that?  Some poor kid with a bad self-image is so lonely, they will actually fall for some creep who only want to abuse them!  Why ever do we give children electronic devices which can be more harmful than anything encountered in past generations?  Why do they need a “picture phone?”  What’s wrong with a plain phone?  Can’t send or receive any nudie photos on those.

Whatever happened to doing homework, shooting baskets, riding a bike or after school jobs?

The 90,000 number tells us that kids today need constant guidance more than ever.  Hope we are all prepared to give it to them.

The photographer must have been hiding in my bathroom closet when I weighed myself this morning.  Oh well, I’ve decided I have to go on a lifetime diet.  Now that I’m older, everything I look at turns to fat.  Whether it’s a picture of a Friendly’s hot fudge sundae or a glazed elephant ear from Dunkin’ Donuts, when I view it, I gain at least two pounds.

What you finally learn at my age is that diets do work, as long as you stick to them forever.  This information is hard come by because I love to eat and I love to eat anything with sugar in it.  That’a a serious problem for someone who has to lose weight and keep it off for the rest of their life.

So far, the only thing I can come up with is salad, salad and more salad for breakfast, lunch and dinner–no wait–no breakfast!  No white food, no bread, no dessert, no creamy soups (the only good kind) and no alcohol.  Can life be worth living?

Now that we’ve given everyone with internet access an outlet for their opinions, those with little education, maturity, experience or grasp of the difference between a contraction and a conjunction are spouting rage throught the world.

In lieu of a respectable vocabulary (and spell check), there are some who use words spewed by comedians who aren’t funny enough to finish a sentence without the “f” word in it.

I recently read a posted comment in which the writer suggested that someone “kill themselves” because he did not agree with her comment.  That’s an anger management candidate if I ever “read” one. 

What makes people who slept through English 101, Psychology, American History and economics classes think they are experts in how to run the world?

Instead of downloading another angry rap song, I suggest these malcontents use the thesaurus and spell check on their computers and teach themselves how to diagram a sentence while they are studying world and domestic diplomacy.