It's Not a Tantrum, It's not, It's Not, IT'S NOT! ok it really is.

I like to write, but to be honest, I’m at a loss. I’m tired of whining about the government, and I’m glad the election is over. I’ve become very cynical of everything the government does and I don’t trust them.

I’m not feeling real funny at the moment. I just sent a kid away for 2 years to Mexico. He will be doing a wonderful work and its something we planned for his entire life. In fact, he has 2 brothers we planned on too. The oldest one will now have to wait until he’s married and old to go. His younger brother says he wants to grow up to be like the one who just left…but is showing signs of growing up like the older brother.

I kind of felt sorry for the youngest brother today though. He had a guidance counselor just rip him to shreds for not doing anything. He needed it, and I let it happen, but she was a bit harsh in her smiling nice way.

Reality is like that though. Harsh, unforgiving, and it is better to learn it early. The one thing I learned, probably too late is that life isn’t fair. Somehow there are those out there who are treated fairer than others, making things unfair overall. I’ve always wanted to be on the side that got the preferential treatment. Unfortunately, that isn’t fair I guess, so I’ll never be there. That’s a prime example of life not being fair.

Of course you talk to those who are on that side of things, and they don’t think their treatment is any better than anyone else’s. Some feel entitled to it. Some just look down their noses at the rest of us and say, “Life’s not fair, get over it and do something about it.”

And that’s just the thing, you do and do and do but you are never done, and since it isn’t fair you never get there, because the Elite have blocked you out. No, I’m not talking about the BCS and college football, but the principle does apply there as well.

It’s not fair that someone else is driving the Mercedes I want. It’s not fair that I have to travel behind morons who think they have to enforce the speed limit so they travel 5 to 10 under it…only of course when I’m in a hurry. It’s not fair that some people get paid millions and I can’t get a living wage on my own, even with the education and skills I have.

So my reward is in heaven. The question is if life isn’t fair, is the next life? I’m told it is, and whatever I lose out on here comes to me seven fold there. So why can’t I enjoy being the world’s putz, since over there I’ll be, well I don’t know what I’ll be, but I’m hoping it isn’t a District Manager in Hell.

That might not be too bad though. A golden parachute into hell might be better than ministering angel. I don’t know for sure about that, but floating down in the parachute past all those who float past me in this life might have some kind of benefit to it. They of course are elites who will mock me; but I get the last laugh with my golden pitch fork. As a ministering angel I’ll run around doing someone else’s errands. I do that now, so that isn’t a reward.

Of course I don’t want to go to hell, I’m here already. In the end, though, I still don’t want life, then or now, to be fair. I just want to get on the elite’s wagon and push them off. Then pull a bunch of those I know who never get a break on board. I’d even give those falling off a parachute, not golden, but it would serve the purpose to float them to where they really belong.

None of that is Christian thinking is it? We are supposed to love one and all, and not judge others. How is that fair? That’s half the fun of living; trying to prove you are better than everyone else. But since I’m not, and that’s not fair, I think I’ll just throw a tantrum and leave it at that.