Remember Throat Punch Thursday?
I miss delivering a little jab to the jugular. A high kick to the kisser. A karate chop to the middrift chunk.
Especially when someone deserved it.
But I don’t post on Thursday’s anymore.
So I’m freakin’ your freak and changin’ up my groove thing with a WTF Wednesday!
And since I’m on a roll why not start with a controversial topic?
Even I don’t know why it is.. it seems pretty cut and dry to me… ahem.
So welcome back Throat Punch Thursday (now WTF Wednesday)!
The asshats at the Fair.
And I don’t mean the carnies.
I know, going to a fair in a small town means I shouldn’t expect much, however; given the resources available in 2012 I had my hopes set higher than I should have.
I’m also a snarky bitch.
So, to the smoking dragon who was holding her child at the same time she was taking long drags off of her toxic stink stick; good for you.
Not only are you poisoning your innocent child’s lungs but you didn’t even have the intelligence to put him down and walk away from the area he, and the rest of us, were sitting in.
All of that disgusting smoke, and toxins, that you chose to put into, and all over YOUR body, flowed all over HIS body, in his hair, onto his clothing, and all over everyone around you.
You have a choice and he doesn’t.
He should have a right to breathe clean air, and so should everyone around you.
As an adult I can tell you to move your ass somewhere else because I don’t want to ingest your stench, but your child? He doesn’t know any different.
That’s incredibly sad.
Do you own a radio? A T.V.? Do you have a dr or go to a clinic? Have you seen the cigarette packages?
That must be it.