I fear for mankind.... (humankind?)

God help me, the judgement muscle has been flexing itself a lot lately.

But there are a few things I cannot feel compassionate about. Some people need their proverbial asses kicked.

Last night, my sister had the TV on as I was finishing some work at home. She tuned to a show about some very large people who were walking to lose weight. These folks, if I got this right, are walking as a group to Washington, D.C. and if they make the distance, each of them gets $100,000. If someone quits, or gets voted off, each participant loses $10,000.
So here's the situation. Woman A stops early one day and falls 13 miles short of that day's goal. The group has to vote if they want her to stay and everyone goes back to the point where she quit and rewalks those 13 miles.... or, she gets voted off and each remaining participant loses $10,000.
So Woman B starts crying: "13 miles, that's a lot. I can't go back. I have to vote Woman A off."

Yup, that's right... Woman B -- who's doing this whole thing anyway to lose weight -- chooses to lose $10,000 not only for herself but for everyone else on the team. And, she ends Woman B's chances to lose more weight. All of this for 13 miles....

One wonders -- ok, I wonder -- how did the Dali Llama get out of Tibet via the Himalayas? How did the North American pioneers walk across this country to settle the West? How is it that women in Africa can walk 5 miles one way to fetch just as much water as they can bear to carry? How did the Cherokee survive the trail of tears?

That woman is a complete disgrace. She should not wonder why we judge her, why her life is hard, why she doesn't get promotions, raises or even recognition. She should know that she is weak and disgusting. She should shut up and never ever complain again.

Oh, yeah... so then I come to work this morning and someone has insulted me via email. I had sent out a last-minute reminder for a seminar our company is sponsoring tonight. And I took the opportunity to make fun of myself and apologize for sending out the previous reminder with the wrong date.

Someone whom I have never met tells me that until I can learn to read or write English, I should take a hike. I re-read the email. Sure, I bent the rules... for creative purpose. Mr. Corpcomguy, as he calls himself, if one of those people who called Apple five years ago and said: "you forgot to add the ly to the end of different in your new corporate slogan."

Well, thanks Apple for my next line. "Think different," Mr. CorpComGuy. I wrote back and thanked him for his completely unintelligible communication and asked if he wanted to be removed from the list.

So...bite me! I'm being judgemental today and if you don't like it... I'll give you the number of a great private detective. She can help the world find a freaking sense of humor!