Call me, maybe?

A heartless bitch that is...and I may be, but sometimes, sympathy is just a word that comes between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.
This past week we have seen prime examples as to why our country is screwed. We started with teenagers shooting a stranger because "they were bored." We followed that up by more teenagers beating a WWII veteran to death and then saying it was a "crack deal gone bad." I have found two more examples, albeit, less horrific, perfect reasons why the world is filling with fucktards and the ship is sinking fast.
Exhibit A: A gentleman in Nebraska is suing Wal Mart because their weak plastic sacks caused the death of his wife....I'll explain. Wife went to the store and purchased two 14 ounce cans of La Choy and a 2 pound bag of rice. Unlike any Wal-Mart I've ever been to, the cashier put all three items in one sack. (I mean honestly, I've had 20 items in my cart and have gotten home with 22 sacks.) As the Mrs. was walking to her car, the bag broke and one of her chop suey cans landed on her foot, breaking a toe and busting it open. (The official suit says it "cut" her foot, but I am assuming it "busted it open" you know, like when you smash your finger, it doesn't' necessarily get cut, but it bleeds because the pressure has broke the skin.) The wound never healed, she had several surgeries and ends up dying. Husband blamed the broken sack which set the events in motion. Here is where my sympathy disappears. While I do feel for the man, I'm sure he is grieving, is there no such thing as an accident anymore? Why must SOMEONE or SOMETHING be to blame for everything that happens? Sure, like we've all been told by a well intentioned relative or friend, "Everything happens for a reason," BUT sometimes that reason is "Shit happens." This is where the heartless bitch title could come in...I would hazard a guess that a foot injury that doesn't heal for an extended period of time, combined with a can (or two) of high sodium, processed Chinese food and a bag of high starch, white rice, might mean this gal had diabetes, and THAT my friend, was the cause of her death? But in today's society, instead of just accepting that accidents happen, we search for the first lawyer who will take the case and the deepest pockets we can find to pick.
Exhibit B: An 18 year old woman (I use that term loosely) went under the knife to have a boob job. Something went wrong and now, she is pretty much a vegetable, leaving her THREE YEAR OLD CHILD, who doesn't even know mommy went to the doctor, possibly without a mother. Let me stop and think for a minute....first off....had a child at 15...I'm not an idiot, I know this happens, but...let me say this again...had a child at 15, at age 18, you think you need bigger boobs, an ELECTIVE surgery. People, people, people, in ANY surgical procedure, something can happen. Going under anesthesia and under the knife can be dangerous. Lady, I'm sure your three year old, now motherless child (for the time being at the very least) really could give two shits how big your tits are.
On a completely unrelated note, Grant Sheeder--class act. He's respectful, professional and the farthest thing from cocky you will experience and he's doing great things for Guthrie County and in turn, southwest Iowa. The guy running a certain music show coming up in two weeks. Not so much. They way you treat people will spread like wildfire. Good luck ever reaching the levels Grant has reached.
Oh and one more thing....if you want people to shop local and to keep their business in town. Be as competitive as you can be, but above all else...be honest, don't be surprised when customers shop out of town when you bald face lie to them. That is all...as you were...