I mean, seriously. IndyCar fans are like all the Delta's in the video above, sitting around, looking despondent. Yippity yap yap. Buzz buzz buzz pop. All saying the same things in different ways "Oh, the mean mainstream media is making fun of us. Oh, they don't know what they are saying. They are so cruel and are hurting our feelings."
Here's a question: Who gives a shit?
I mean, really. What a Festival of Feeling Sorry for Yourself I'm seeing lately. As my best friend in high school used to say, "Come on, squirt a few (cry)."
Then there are people getting into Twitter arguments based on misreading a fragment of a Tweet from four days ago, popping off an answer, which is itself misinterpreted or otherwise incorrectly received then it's like a Bud Light commercial ... HERE WE GO.
And that GODDAMN MAINSTREAM MEDIA is STILL being mean to us!
It just gets kind of tedious, you know? It's a Festival of Harshing on the blogs and Twitter. And now it's got me bitching about Twitter bitching. It's like a cancer. CONTAGION. There's a line between lamenting adversity and wallowing -- I think some of us blew right over that line sometime last week. From the tone of some of the stuff I read you'd think the author spends his or her days rummaging through a landfill just to find food. LIFE IS SOFA KING HARSH!! Holy shit. Get a grip.
The fact of the matter is, 98% of us have it better than 98% of the rest of the world. The fact that you have access to Twitter to use to bitch is a BIG CLUE that you got nothing to bitch about, really, what with other parts of the world getting 2 hours of electricity on a good day and all. Sorry to disappoint, but there it is. Now, I know, people suffer and die. They have tragedies in their lives. And Twitter can be a good support group. I'm not suggesting people don't share that if they want to. Come on, you know what I'm talking about.
If you're not seriously considering stealing food to feed your kids, ah, maybe temper your weeping and gnashing of the teeth, even if this line at Starbucks is SO SLOW!!! On top of all that, this general pall of victim-hood that's hanging over open-wheel racing is really starting to give me an ulcer.
"This situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part. And we're just the guys to do it."
Maybe the futile and stupid gesture is to look on the bright side. Count some blessings. Be glad going out to find food does not involve the word "snipers." Don't get your knickers so twisted all the time. Flip off some haters. Feel free to have some fun and be kind to each other. And forget about your follower count, 'kay?
Hallelujah. Holy Shit. Where's the Tylenol?