Give me a home, where the "F"d up people don"t roam...

I'm writing this as an almost sort of therapy.  A sense to release some frustration..

Have you ever thought about buying a home in a place like Wyoming, South Dakota, etc...?  A simple home with a porch overlooking a 2 lane road or an expansive front yard with a dirt road leading back to your house.  To a town with 1 street running through it. A coffee shop and a barber. A place to get away from the majority of fucked up people in the world!!!  

Call me an isolationist if you want, but I'm sure you've all had contact with people who made you just want to go ballistic. Well, for those bloggers with young kids, just wait....there will be more occassions where it won't be your honor in question, but rather the protection of your kids.  And believe you me, even if your kids are wrong you defend them like Godzilla over Tokyo.  No body bothers me.....

My daughter and I just got done getting coffee, the morning paper, a bagel, etc... It's a lovely Saturday morning. The sun is shining and I'm hanging with my child. We're having a great time.   What to do next?????? I know!  There's a car show at 1st State Chev in Gtown.   I placed an ad in the brochure as a favor to an insured who's part of a car club.  Let's go!  Yea daddy, sounds like fun....

We get to the show. Looking at cars.... Pretty cool.  Then, my 12 yr old touches the door handle of a 1965 car of some type.... Immediately I said "Hey!, Don't touch. You can't open these cars"  ......Well, my daughter, not being a veteran of car shows says "OK". .........If you've ever been to one of these events, you know that most of the time the owners of these cars sit on fold outs chairs usually behind or somewhere around their cars....Ususally these old FUCKS didn't raise a finger to restore the ride. They simply bought it from the talented one who did....or you've got old fucks with newer cars like 'Vettes thinking they're some kind of car enthusiast.........I notice some old fuck with his fat old fuck wife giving us the eye.  I try not to look, but can't help it....I keep noticing him. We turn to look at his car.  I point at it. My daughter is about 6 inches away from the car.  Then it happens........old fuck with his cut off sleeve t-shirt walks over to us and starts lecturing on not touching the cars.   I, trying to be a responsible parent, say, "ok". Hey she didn't know. I told her not to touch.  Instead, old fuck wants to keep on.....wants to tell me how I should tell my child better......It was at this point that I could care less if my daughter had "keyed" the whole side of the shitty Chevelle of this guy.....climbed on the roof and jumped up and down until the roof dented in.......poured gasoline inside it and threw a match......I'm not taking this shit!   Told the guy to give it a break....go open another soda and a snack cake and have a seat. Don't tell me how to parent and get out of my face....Then his wife waddles over and wants to get involved. .....Tells me to leave and quit causing trouble....After I tell her that her jerk, viagra infested old fuck husband was the instigator I thought it might be wise for her to roll back to her extra support beach chair with the double cup holders cuz her tasty cake was melting in the sun. Wouldn't want to be responsible for her sugar getting low!......................................Lastly, the fuck asks if I own a car...my response "no, I'm a environmentalist and I ride a bike"

As we're walking away, my daughter wants to know "what's that guy's problem"?  It's at this point as a parent you feel a little embarrassed for taking part in a verbal altercation, but you also want them to know there are jerks in the world and that some people are just mad at the world and asses for no reason.    It's at this point to that you try not to let it, but the idea of walking around the car show is ruined. My blood is boiling.  If not for my daughter, I'd have to go back and have 1 more word..........

Before leaving mankind somewhat redeems itself as we do meet a man trying to sell a restored Bronco who just won't stop talking. Hell, I know every place that Bronco's been....Also met a man with a kit car, Bradley who asked if My daughter would like to sit in the car for a picture....we decline.....

There are good people, but it seems like the assholes have us out numbered....   When I retire you may need to take a plane, get on another small single engine plane to a grass covered runway airport...load up in a SUV until the road ends, then tie your pack to the back of a donkey and travel by foot until you get to a river, at which point your blindfolded and put on a raft. Only after being spun around 20 times after landing can you take off the blind fold and enter through my front gate......