But you can't make lemonade from cow pies

When life hands you ...

Ever have one of those days when you've had so much flung at you -- regardless of fault -- not only does it stick but it stinks? It permeates your skin immediately. This is much worse that getting skunked.

No matter you have bleach, stain remover and commercial-strength detergent and industrial strength washers/dryers. This just stinks. 

Subsequently, you get fired from your job. You're forced to move. Though you jump through all hoops, you still can't get it off you. That smell.

What the hell is the world coming to? Are things so bad that we can't be civil enough to tell the truth? What ever happened to civil rights, not wrongs? What ever happened to a time where the Bible was society's bellwether? A time that when you swore by it you, in fact, told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

We're right back where we started. We're savages hunting down our next prey. No matter anyone else. We live how we please anyway so when consequences come, we are indignant, kinda flipping off the person you just cut off.

Why do we teach our kids valuable lessons, such as actions have consequences, when society continues to perpetuate few consequences especially if you can afford a good law team? I know I'm not the first to cultivate that logic, but seriously.

Baseball, today, stinks. Just for today. Thanks Barry Bonds.

I'll be over it by tomorrow because I love baseball.