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Festivus for the rest of us

Finally, the day we have waited for all year has arrived: Festivus!

So, without further ado, let's get right down to the airing of grievances. I'll start. Here are things that are bugging me this year.

1. People who have forgotten the simplest rules of courtesy that their mothers taught them, such as elected representatives who interrupt a speech by the President of the United States to shout that he is a liar. Or the "teabaggers" who spent their summer disrupting public meetings and trying to keep other people from speaking about or listening to information about Health Care Reform.

2. The mainstream media's obsession with people like Sarah Palin, Carrie Prejean, and Tiger Woods. Who cares?

3. People who don't know that subjective pronouns should never be used as objects, as in, "When I see the next National Enquirer on the newstand I expect to see a headline about Tiger Woods and I." It should be "Tiger Woods and ME." (Well...not really.)

4. Joe Lieberman.

5. People who walk around in public with their cell phones plastered to their ears. They are in deep and loud conversation with someone, somewhere, and they are obviously very important people whose conversations we should all be interested in and they are much too important to pay any attention whatsoever to the people or things around them. I'll never get used to that.

6. Global warming deniers.

7. Litterbugs.

Well, I could go on. And on and on, but you get the point. There's quite a lot in this world that irritates me. Thank goodness that those things are offset by so many things that bring me joy. But Festivus isn't the time to talk about those things.
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  1. Susan December 23, 2009 at 1:55 PM

    Tiger Woods and you, huh... I had no idea :) Rude cell phone users made it onto my list of grievances as well. I'm going to add a link to this post (and others I've read on Festivus today) to my Festivus post.

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  2. Dorothy BordersDecember 23, 2009 at 3:19 PM

    Thanks. Then maybe I'll have more than two readers today.

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