You know what makes me sick? You know what makes me so mad I just wanna host a wet T-shirt contest… at the old folks home? Yikes!!
I hate it when people do something evil… or stupid… or sad. And then instead of other people calling that person evil… or a dummy. They say, ‘Well – he had a bad childhood.’
Here’s what I think. Do you know when you can blame your poor childhood for your actions? Yeah – when you’re a child!!
I don’t need no pointy-headed, psycho Dr. Phil wannabes coming up with excuses for you being the sorry idiot you are. You know… some evil loner takes out half of his workplace with a arsenal of semi-automatic weapons… did any of you psycho-babble, twisted geniuses ever stop to think… maybe he was just having a bad adulthood?
Nope. It was because Rambo there was emotionally scarred as a child. His mama did not breast feed him. His daddy was distant and aloof. I don’t even know what the hell ‘aloof’ means. Except – it’s a ‘fool’ spelled backwards. Which is exactly what you people are – when you try to come up with excuses for evil.
Hey – I don’t know a lot of people who had childhoods like Richie Rich or Little Orphan Annie… after the adoption, of course. No sir. Most of us come from humble, real-American families… where we growed up with our share of struggle, turmoil and grief. That don’t mean we’re all wound so tight – the next time anybody looks at us funny – we got the right to snap.
I’m thinking if everybody that ever had a bad childhood got a free pass for being evil… we’d all be Mad Max… and we’d all be in the Thunderdome right now. We’re not. You know how come? Because 99.9% of us got the where with all to suck it up… put on our big-boy pants… and get on with life.
Wake up, America. There’s only two acceptable reasons how come people do bad things. Because they’re evil. Or because they’re on drugs. Leave their struggle with potty training out of it. I’m Earl Pitts, American. Buy my new book “Wake Up America!!!” at Amazon.com. And Pitts Off.