Now I don't want to get off on a rant here but we've devolved over the last few decades from a Barry Lyndon gentility to a bunch of thunder domed mooks. Nowadays thoughtless clods all across this once great land of ours do everything from clipping their fingernails at a funeral to checking themsleves for polyps in the buffet line.
As a matter of fact you can't go anywhere without suffering intrusive inconsiderate incivility. You go to the mall to pick up a smokey linkeg gouda combo gift set at Hickory Farms you come out, your car's been keyed and some societal fringe player has left a flyer on you windshield for 10% off on all gay porn films at Dicks Video Shack. You go to the supermarket, you wind up in a line that's clearly marked 10 items or less cash only, you're waiting behind some ninja drifter with no ID who's attempting to pay for 14 cartons of pudding pops with a personal check from the bank of Tehran.
People no longer understand the basic rules of courtesy.
Rule number 1: You must wait and let people get off the elevator before
you can get on the elevator O.K.!
Rule number 2 Rule number 2: You
call somebody at 3:15 in the morning and get the wrong number don't
just say "oh this isn't charlene" click. Say, "I'm very sorry to
have pestered you, I am an assface.
And Rule number 3:
Turn your god damn car stereo down! Did you ever think that maybe I
don't want to hear the bass line to Baby Got Back resonating in the
deepest part of my skull?
And even when I try to escape the cold rude world and isolate myself
in a darkened movie theater for 2 hours of unencumbered escapism I
get stuck behind some idiot faux Trufeau who's gonna cliffnote the
entire fucking film for me then I miss the flick because
I'm trying to decide whether to ignore him or bludgeon him to death
with my Anna Nicole Smith size box of milk duds. But you
know the fountain head of all this bad behavior has got to be the day
time talk shows. What an intergalactic fucking freak show these
are. You tell me what Rusty the Bailif fan club
meeting did they go to to harvest these losers huh? Ricki Lake,
Richard Bey, Jerry Springer, these people shouldn't be allowed to own a
TV for christs sake much less be on it. And you know their guests
not only aren't ashamed of their asinine antics they positively revel
in their own grand mal shitheadedness. Screaming in
peoples faces, screaming at the audience, the audience screaming
back, you know it's enough to make me want to bag this whole scene,
pack up some jerky and go time share with Jeremiah Johnson.
Look, I'm not some tie dyed carma maitre'd trying to seat everybody
in the no confilct section. As far as I'm concerned the new age goal
of perpetual smiling bliss would be a far worse hell than anything
imagined by Quentin Tarantino on window pane. I don't want
some vacant headed defanged Quaker land that's not civlility, that's
benality. And I'm not talking Amy Vanderbilt civility either, where
there's nine god damned forks arranged around your dinner plate like
some cuttlery stone henge and if you choose the wrong one you are
sent away to become Edwin Newmans personal sex toy. But
you know I am saying that when civility breaks down the fall of
civilization is close behind.
Is it suprising to anyone that the least courteous of all countries
has 222 million guns. The fact is that it's gotten so weird out
there that we've all turned inward and in the process we seem to have
forgotten there are other human beings schlepping around the pebble.
That's where civility comes in. Civility is acknowledging that we
don't live in a solusisitc universe. We do share this planet with
each other and we should strive to coexist in some civilized
respectful manner. And so to all of you out there who don't cover
your mouth, who don't have the money ready when you get to the toll
booth, who do burp so loudly in public that others wonder where the
epicenter was. To all of you dwelling out there on the
crassy knoll if you don't want to come and join the rest of us in
this noble pursuit of good manners we all cordially invite you to
please go fuck yourself.
Of course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.
--DM