Okay, if your office was shot, wouldn't you know which day it happened?
And if you were not so smart and got your days mixed up, wouldn't you at least check on the date before having a big press conference where you spewed it out and fanned the flames that are already burning out of control?
WTG Cantor. You really dampened things with your little baby rant.
I grew up watching Disney movies where the Prince would always pick the girl who worked hard and did the right thing. I grew up watching the Wicked Witch of the West melt and her flying monkeys cheer when they were finally released from her oppression. I grew up watching the hero ride in on a white horse.
What a crock. What a total crock.
Democrats, we gotta realize that karma isn't going to save us. If it does, we won't live long enough to see it. Karma takes a long ass time to arrive. I don't know about you, but I need health insurance right now. Waiting for karma or the ying to meet the yang and everything to balance out is driving me nuts.
I am watching and listening and remember the girl I used to be, back when I believed in heroes and princes and white horses. I used to believe that everyone around me was operating like me, from a sense of altruism. It's only through a few really painful experiences that I've become someone who doesn't get eaten alive anymore. Looking at the people around me as potential predators who want to eat me isn't the way I want to be. But it is the way I have to be.
For the past several weeks, I've been battling with my son's school over a bully teacher who has done some pretty serious things in his elementary school classroom, and as parent after parent files a complaint, the principal, superintendent, school board fail to take these complaints seriously.
It takes tremendous courage to speak out and trust someone to take your concerns seriously, and not be considered a "tattletale" or troublemaker. If those concerns are ignored, it exposes all those involved to some serious retaliation, an escalation of the abuse, and a situation that rapidly deteriorates into something really dangerous.
If this is how my son's school handles complaints of bullying from parents, I can't imagine how horrible things are for the kids.
I wrote a diary last week after hearing Michael Brewer's story of being burned alive by a group of boys who planned a deadly retaliation against him after he reported them for stealing his dad's bicycle.
Many of you asked how to stop bullying now. There are solutions to this, but they require us to stand together and demand that bullying is taken seriously in our schools, in our neighborhoods and in our own homes. I will try to outline some of the proven solutions in regular diaries over the next few weeks and I encourage you to read the information in the links I provide.
Michael's mom asked us to do all we can to stop the violence - that escalates from pushing and name-calling in little children to lighting a young boy on fire as they get older. If not stopped early, this violence gets worse as kids get older. We can stop it though - together.
In second grade, I was harassed by kids at my Catholic school because my family didn't have a lot of money. I was excluded and made fun of because I didn't have the clothes and other things the kids had.
And because we were Polish.
I remember the brutal teasing my little brother went through as we walked home from school because of his 'big ears.'