The new national pastime–whining

 It is with a heavy heart I report to you that I have recently declared whining the new national pastime (not to be confused with winning).

It is beyond demoralizing to me as I witness this undeniable descent into a crybaby mentality culture.

We, my friends, are rapidly transforming into a nation of complaining, grumbling, carping, grousing, griping, protesting and objecting horde of sniveling, whimpering whiners.

This distasteful transition crept up on us ever so slowly, and now has been indelibly woven into the American fabric. God save us all!                                                                                                  I’m so sick and tired…oops, almost started whining about the whiners. See how easy it is?

To clarify for those who have no clue of what I speak, let’s begin with the most obvious culprits in this cultural plunge–the toady nightly newscasters.

Collectively, have you ever witnessed such a bunch of phony, hand-wringing, overly concerned, windbag worriers (not to be confused with warriors) in your life? Every incident is catastrophic and appalling to these sycophants.

With too much time to fill and not nearly enough hard news to report, the networks resort to spinning minor events into major news alerts.                                                                                                                                                Breaking News:  Elderly Woman Battles To Keep Petunias Alive!  A distraught woman with three noisy, disruptive children living next door warrants a “breaking story” headline complete with a news van on scene and a “mama’s boy” looking reporter with a contrived, astonished facial expression as if he is witnessing the Holocaust.

The matronly lady with teary eyes is showing “sissy pants” the trampled flowers in her cherished prize winning petunia garden.

The wicked triplets next door have once again crushed her “floral children” (as she refers to them). Cry me a freaking river.

If a news truck had pulled up every time I ran through and flattened Mrs. Collins’s begonias back in the ’60s, I would have been public enemy #1 on the FBI’s most wanted list.                                                                                                                                                         Self-righteous indignation is running amok. Enough already with the boo-hoo-hoo grousing every time you have to do something you don’t want to do, or you want something you don’t have.

Starting today lose the self-pity, keep the narcissism in check, abandon the passive-aggressive behavior and cease with the victimhood mentality.

It won’t be easy; however, you’ll be much happier in the long run, I promise. It’s tremendously liberating when you take responsibility for yourself and your actions.

   Number two on the “cry-me-a-river” hit list are politicians. This pack of over-paid, under-worked bottom feeders make a career out of complaining and being offended.

We put you there to solve our problems, not snivel and moan while blaming the other party for all the world’s ills. Do your job.

Of course this mess magnifies when obsequious reporters interview belly-aching politicians. Then we watch the news and become subconsciously conditioned to believe that complaining is the proper course of action in all matters.                                                                  Last on the list of influential, over-bearing cry babies are the Hollywood elite. For the most part these nauseating frauds preach to us from behind guarded ivory palaces.

Especially the A-listers who want for nothing and have the gall to lecture and carp to us on destroying the environment and polluting the air as they globe hop on private jets.

Wow, for someone who despises whining I am sure doing quite a bit of it here. To be perfectly honest, I’m just fed up with whining, whiners and whines. It’s a complete waste of time and frankly it’s embarrassing.

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite sayings that sort of ties into whining: It’s not what happens to you in life, it’s what you do about it.