Sometimes it seems like life is like a pot of chili. You’ve been making chili for years, yet every time it’s a little bit different you add the spices sometimes you add more spices sometimes you add more heat, sometimes less heat.
I have removed people from this website like I remove them from my blog’s Facebook page. This is my space these are my rules. And if you’re going to be as rude AF and generally crazy I don’t want you leaving comments it’s like adding too much salt to a recipe.
So when I ban people a lot of times, they just keep leaving comments. I never see them as they go to spam. Today I went and looked in my spam folder and they’re literally two women I removed a couple of years ago if not longer who still feel the need to tell me how to write, how to think, how to do pretty much everything and live my life. A crazy number of comments.
I don’t have to agree with everyone, and everyone does not have to agree with me. However, this crazy ass world we live in contains a giant dose of a misplaced sense of entitlement, which provides a giant disconnect in life. And amusement.
I’m still laughing at the School District’s excuse for not expelling those kids who harassed their teachers because they might be infringing upon their First Amendment rights. There is a difference between expressing your opinion, and what those spawns of Satan did. And there have been plenty of times where I have gone out of my way to support the Great Valley School District. Not this time.
Ironically, one of the banned wonders left a comment that was in the spam folder. She commented that these horrible middle schoolers are often a direct reflection of their parents. And that’s true. They have to learn the behavior somewhere and not just on the Internet.
And let’s talk about these adults. I don’t have to tolerate them. I can have whomever I want on my blog’s Facebook page and on my blog‘s website. I had this one guy today tell me he was American, so it his goddamn right to say whatever he wanted anywhere. Sure, honey, in the comfort of your own home. It has nothing to do with me. If I think you’re a jackass, and I don’t want to listen to your comments, that’s all that matters, it’s my space.
And again, I don’t mind a little spice or a little heat but if you’re going to act like a charm school reject, I am not going to put up with you.
Now another post that has all these people in a lather is because I posted that the no parking signs went up on route 100 in front of the Brickette Lounge.
Oh, the comments for this have been priceless. I’m anti-American. I am anti-small business and I am blue, I must be blue about everything. Is that a emotional state of mind? Am I supposed to be a sixty -year-old member of the Blue Man Group?
How simple and suffering from the disease of stupidity are these people? I didn’t do this, West Whiteland and state both agreed that it’s dangerous for these bar patrons to park up in down a State Highway which like it or not even the section of Route 100 is. And as for the side road Kirkland Avenue, sorry, not sorry you had dozens of residents stand up at the West Whiteland meeting begging for help.
My crime? I wrote about it. Yet these people make it all about me.
The idiots delight comments on this include. I must have a hard time parking on shoulders. I mean seriously? It’s not about me. I don’t go there, and if I did and I didn’t find a parking space? I would leave. 
Patrons of the Brickette are parking illegally and dangerously. It’s common sense. And that is why PennDot and West Whiteland have erected no parking signs on 100 and Kirkland. This means that people now can be ticketed and/or towed for unsafe and illegal parking practices. But it’s easier to attack me. Facts don’t matter. And the facts are I wrote about it, I didn’t put the signs up. And we all know that if any of these people yammering atme got in an accident, because of one of these parking situations they would be caterwauling to the high heavens demanding “justice.”
People, if you don’t like tickets take it up with the bar. They are making money hand over fist at this location and they make money hand over fist at their other locations. They can surely spring for a remote parking lot with shuttle service or valet. However, the reality is that people have told me the bar has asked people not to park on side streets or 100.
It’s like when I write about the school board races or the crazy Klanned Karenhood has masks at school board meetings. A lot of these people get removed from the school board meetings and I’m sure somehow that’s my fault as well.
And then there was the MAGA screamer anti-vaxxer from the Tredyffrin area. She likes to run around and tell people I am a horrible person. Oh my gosh, she was the one posting photos of me in my hospital gown from circa 2011 right before my breast cancer surgery asking who I was. Klassy.
And let us not forget the tutu queen from the laundromat with F-me pumps in Downingtown. Her favorite thing was telling me a few years ago what a nasty person I was. A terrible woman…of course she used to have a “business” empowering….wait for it….women. She seems to have disappeared because she met a new man. Bless her heart.
But what all these women have in common is you’re only OK as a woman or as a person as long as you agree 100% with their crazy ass rhetoric. Then they stop God blessing you and start cursing you. Or God blessing you AND cursing you because they are such good “Christians.”
There are more people. There are so many more male and female. They think they’re so clever and they’re just pretty basic. They seem threatened by anything that falls outside the realm of their every day existence. They are threatened by anyone who doesn’t think exactly the way they think or they think people should think.
It’s all a little crazy actually.
Take a woman that used to be fine participating on my blog’s Facebook page. Until today, and I answered her questions to the best of my ability and that wasn’t sufficient. She is one of those ones who just kept going. Comment after comment after comment. She subsequently curses on my blog’s Facebook page and then she sends me this lovely private message:
Condescending B, really? Pot meet kettle. She was a little shocking, and then somewhat pathetic when she deleted the comments on my blog’s Facebook page where she could be seen cursing and continued to tell me what a terrible, horrible nasty person I was. Essentially, I should be treated this way by everyone.
No, actually I should not. And in case, purported adults, if you all wonder how and why kids emulate certain behavior on social media, look in the freaking mirror.
I suffered a great personal loss recently. It makes you look at life and what’s important. What’s not important is the ridiculousness of some people. I am not anyone’s whipping girl.
I don’t pretend to be perfect and I also don’t pretend to be holier than thou. But I am tired of stupid human tricks…including from middle schoolers.
Oh, and my opinions are brought to you courtesy of the First Amendment. If you don’t like them, scroll past.
Byeeee 👋
I agree with everything you have stated here. I do not understand the entitlement of these people. First Amendment …..really?
But GVSD makes me furious! Those kids should have been thrown out and not let back into the district. Those poor teachers! I can’t even imagine how they must feel. But why do these kids think it’s ok to harass
and bully anyone? In my humble opinion, it comes from home. Yes, that means you, PARENTS! I do not live in the GVSD, but even in West Chester there have been issues with kids bullying and injuring other kids.
And the response from the administrators has been weak. It’s a crazy world we are experiencing and an even more crazy orange Cheeto wanting to run the country!!