The Hypocracy of Death

Just to lay it out, I sit on both sides of the fence on this one, but have only one opinion in the matter. I'm for death. Abortion and Capital Punishment.

When you draw political lines, the right wings claims that all babies have a right to life and that the violent killers are condemned to die. The left says it's a womans right to choose if they want to keep and unwanted pregnancy (or not) and that all violent criminals have the right to life behind bars without being executed by the state.

I need some kind of explanation. Why do some say it is OK to kill a baby/fetus when they have done nothing to deserve death, they have no say in the matter, can't do anything to prevent it and never asked to be in that situation in the first place? Yet some of those same people will fight tooth and nail to prevent a guilty, condemned, violent killer from being put to death.

I don't understand that hypocrisy. Abortion is ok, but the death penalty isn't? I need a rationalization behind that. I've heard one argument before, which is "Life behind bars is far more difficult & harsh. The death penalty is giving these people the easy way out."

I need something stronger than that. That's a bunch of crap. The same people who say that are the same twisted liers that fight tooth and nail for prisoner rights and the need for more accomodating and friendly jails. If you say, life behind bars is supposed to be hell on earth to pay for the crime you committed, then don't protest and advocate for jails to be compassionate and sensative.

That being said, are hard line advoates for "Choice" and "anti-death penalty" mentally ill, dilusional or evil? Let me know cuz I just can't figure it out.

Rude People or Smarter than me?

I'm walking into Albertsons to stock up on some supplies for my sunday BBQ. Don't need too much. A couple chickens and some fruit. Its sunday afternoon and as usual, had to park in the back of the lot, which was full. On my walk in, I see an old man approaching with a severe limp trying to get to his car. As he gets closer I can read his t-shirt. "The Marines; fixing the Armys mistakes since 1775." Probably an old school bad ass. Dudes, probably been rolling with shrapnel in his ass since Iwo Jima.
Anyways, im in the store, I get my food and I head to the express lane. 15 items or less the sign reads. I look in front of me and notice the fat obese lady with the 1984 billy idol haircut with an awful lot in her cart. As her sausage paws grabbed her items, i start to count. 1, 2, 3, 15, 26, 29. Slut.
All her stuff is on the belt and she turns to the checker and says, "oh, this is the express line, i didn't know." Likely story. Your first time in a grocery story lady?
I have 4 items. Never did she give me the courtesy: "you dont have much, would you like to go ahead."
Did she know what she was doing? I incline to think so. Rude, at the expense of other peoples time. She then walks off.
After i buy my goods, I head out to my car 100 yards away. Guess who's in the first parking spot? The handicapped spot? Ms Sausage fingers. 100% able bodied person unloading her crap. Handicap tag on the rearview mirror and all. Bitch are you handicapped? Do you stay above 3bills so you can claim being handicapped. That stuff just pisses me off.
Things are now coming together. She knew damn well she was in the express line and she knew damn well she didnt need the handicapped spot. The person who needed that spot was the old man who took a mortar shell to the ass 60 years ago and hasn't been right since.
Am I the dumb one? Should I be saying screw these people I don't know? Should I worry about myself and do things like abuse the handicapped system or cheat and get in shorter lines at the market cuz my time is more valuable than yours? I don't know.
What I do know, is that I saw Sausage Finers drive away and she took her handi-tag off her rearview mirror. Maybe she ate it.

Do we ever stop caring about the little things?

The older you get do you start to care less about stupid stuff? I remember 10 years ago, when my game was in its prime, I cared about certain things. I kept clean shaved, I tried to dress well and I kept neat. As the years went on, I didn't worry so much about keeping up with trends and making sure I looked good in my gear. Now, I care less if I roll to the store with brown work socks, shorts and sandles. You want to call me a tool? Cool, I care less. I don't care if my cell phone is archaic either and looks like Zach Morris gave it to me.
So as the years keep going by, are there things about life that I'll continually stop caring about? I have no doubt there will be. The one that perplexes, or should I say kinda worries me is the one that old people have down pat. What is it with old people and their ability to shrug off a mean fart in public without giving a rats? I don't ever want to go here. I've seen it plenty of times, but today blew me away. I was standing behind an old lady at Linens and Things when I heard the wettest of all rips. She didnt so much as blink differently. Did she know? I mean if you don't hear it, you gotta at least feel it or smell it, right. Dude, I was beside myself. She carried on like it was part of her daily routine. They all do. I've never seen one old dude ever pull up and be like, "oh shit, wasn't expecting that."Maybe when your that old, worrying about a lot of things let alone blowing ass in public went away 30 years ago.