Have a Bud Light...

I know it will be utterly shocking to some folks, but hey, I just caught up on the news, including the whole Bud Light fiasco.

I know, shocking that I'm not on top of all of the trends today.  I'm doing pretty damned good to remember my name by the end of my day, these days, but hey, we'll get there.

As I understand it, The Artist Formerly Known As Kid Rock complained about Bud Light helping to sponsor someone's posts.  Now, I will grant you that I'm an old cranky curmudgeonly man, but I think we can agree that anyone over forty still calling themselves "Kid" anything need either therapy or adults monitoring their days - and their spending, social media uses, and probably the condition and contents of their pants, as they're likely incontinent at both ends.

Seems TAFKAKR was upset by some of the sponsorship the Bud Light Folks did.  Mind you, this is coming from a man who admits to having smoked funny things in northern Michigan some time ago.  So we know the brain damage started way back there, and my guess is that it's continuing to eat away at that thing between his ears.

Oh, you say, he's upset by all the transgender stuff, people getting comfortable with the bodies which they're now in?  Gee.  Would that TAFKAKR pulled his weed-addled head out of his lower orifice.  I'm sure the oxygen deprivation isn't doing many favors for the stuff that he uses for brains.  I'm sure that he's absolutely thrilled with all of the acceptance of his scraggly ass, and upset that other folks might choose to accept and support people who have little to nothing to do with him.  Huh.  Isn't that strange.

Me? Look, I will be flat out honest with you.  I do not ever have a hope in a warm spot of understanding all of the issues surrounding transgenderism.  I do understand this much - if someone is so unhappy with the way they were born that they are willing to go through all of the medical procedures, the hormone treatments, the surgeries, and endure the social strife that they will have to deal with when certain cretins and others discover what they've chosen to put themselves through, look, the very least I can do is be a supportive ally.  It's none of my goddamned business as to why they decided to do what they're doing.  If they feel that strongly that it will make them feel better about themselves, who am I to tell them no?  Who are any of us?  Yes, I am squeamish about some of the stuff they have to endure, but I don't have to go through it, all I need to do is not be an asshole.

Which is, it appears, going to be the slogan for the human race and the 21st Century.  So much for "go boldly to explore" or anything so grandiose.  Best we can hope for is not to be shot to hell by some whackjob carrying a military-grade automatic weapon because his penis is so small, he needs an AK-47 to feel like a man.  He or she has so little self esteem and self control that any slight at all sets them off.  The armed whackadoodle is so easily upset that a ball rolling into their driveway becomes an existential threat.  

Some folks really just need to get out of the gene pool.  They're clearly not human - they're some form of beast that's attempting human-like behavior.  Yes, I know, there are some folks with varying degrees of mental challenges who commit these things.  I get it.  But what I don't get is why these people are so traumatized that they need to be more thoroughly armed than a squad of 18th century soldiers.  

Me?  Oh, I'm OK.  I'm busier than a one-legged man in a marathon.  We rolled a new batch of users into the "new two years ago" system, which means I'm classified allegedly as an "expert".  I'm expected to guide, provide feedback, oversight, review, and generally provide intelligent assistance to my coworkers joining the team I've been part of for most of the last two years - there was that four months last summer where I was pending a layoff, hired into a new position, which was eliminated just in time for two of my coworkers to leave so I could step in and take their jobs as my "new" position.

So yeah, I'm working a lot of overtime.  Which means not a lot of time to faff about and look for things like Why Mike Lyndell is CTD, heading for the long downward spiral into the land of floating turds...  Yup.  Him too.  

But you know, spring is almost here.  My lawn is greening up, the trees are threatening to bring out the leaves, which means all too soon now I'll be mowing the yard.  Whee...