Mall Trash!

[MidOHasp]

Originally posted by Lowell W



I honestly think a large part of the problem is the "class envy" fostered by the previous political admistration over the space of eight years and still perpetuated by liberals. The have nots, the will nots, the do nots, the can nots, the do nothings, the don't give a sh!ts; in short all those categorized above as "mall trash" were and are encouraged to believe that those of us who have something they covet only obtained it by "unfair" means and have no more right to it than those who are unwilling to obtain it the old-fashioned way: to WORK for it. Since they're as "entitled" to it as anyone else, if they can't own it, they have the right to damage it to even the score.

Amen.

There is a small percentage of people who just "don't get it" and while they piss me off, I can't help but to forgive them later and say, "They just don't know any better." But then there's the group there just to see what the upper 1% (as they figure it) has, and they go around with a chip on their shoulder. To them, they are just as entitled to climb all over the car as we are to own them.

It kind of reminds me of every year at the Detroit Auto Show. I've been going to the show for 10 years now with my pops, and invariably, we'll be looking at the latest offering from one of the luxury marques, attempting to get a good idea of how comfortable the seats are, how much legroom is there, could I live with the gauges for 3 years?? Never do find out because there is some family of 9, father usually wearing a Dale Jarret t-shirt and a Pabst Blue Ribbon hat, mother wearing a tube top with no bra, kids clamoring to get their spit, snot, footprints, boogers, etc... all over the inside of the car.

At least at the auto show, everyone has a right to get in the cars, but it gets frustrating when a 6 year old spends 10 minutes behind the wheel of a new 5-series and (this has actually happened before) puts his face up to the window as I'm anxiously awaiting getting inside, sticks his tongue out, and smears his open mouth and tongue all over the window while puffing out his cheeks. No $hit. Actually, I think I just laughed that time... Of course that was before I had a Cobra. Now I could just imagine the same kid all over my car at a show.

"Hey kid, lick the sidepipes, they taste like Kool-Aid!"