I Have No Patience Left—– An Open Letter to the Instant Gratification Generation


Like a good number of techie-type people, I generally operate more efficiently (and with a lot less stress) when my interactions with fellow humans are simple, brief and (most importantly) few and far between.  The older I get, the less tolerance I have for doling out tedious and lengthy explanations.   The pisser is that it seems that the older I get, and the thinner my patience gets, the more stupid (and hence more needy of tedious and lengthy explanations) those around me seem to be.


Perhaps it sounds hard-hearted and/or arrogant of me to point out that the average person is as dumb as a post, but it’s a hard truth.  I’ve said it before, and if I knew who came up with the phrase I would credit it, as credit is due: “Intelligence is a constant, the population is growing.”    Unfortunately, there are days when I just don’t have it in me to smile and explain the same thing thirty different ways just so that I might have a chance of relaying some tidbit of necessary information into some dullard’s thick skull that he/she might or might not retain for more than five minutes.

It probably doesn’t help that I work in a business in which I have to engage in tedious explanations all day long.  I have to explain to people why this goes with this, or why you can’t use that with that, or that such-and-such is discontinued, which means it is no longer being made. Discontinued means what it is you’re looking for is not available (unless you find someone with used or old stock) and it will never be available again.  Please get that through your thick skulls, people.  There’s a reason why you can’t get all-weather floor mats for an ’86 Chevette.  It may have something to do with the fact that if there were a surviving ’86 Chevette in Central Ohio, it would be very unlikely to still have floors.  Deal.  Better yet, move up into the 21st century.

onion nuggets

These just didn’t have the appeal of chicken nuggets apparently.

Either that or they hadn’t come up with the hot mustard sauce yet.

The problem with having to tell people that they can’t always get what they want, is that unlike MIck Jagger and company, I have to listen to the asinine reactions of the instant gratification generation when their desires are unable to be fulfilled.  All Day Long.  it wears on my brain.

Another thing that wears on my brain is the upcoming contingent of warm bodies emerging from (so-called) institutions of higher learning.  I’ve said it for years that political correctness is poison, and that there will be hell to pay for mollycoddling and insulating kids from anything difficult or challenging.  Face it, in the real world there is no medal for 12th place.

12th place

Not in my world.  Or yours, either.

Now that particular dirty bird- the concept that one is “special” simply due to being vertical and metabolizing valuable oxygen-  is coming home to roost, and it’s really sad.  Now we have people getting all butt-hurt over any kind of controversy or discourse- and people who are unwilling to accept the truth when it’s right out in the open, if that truth reflects the fact that there are inherent inequalities between people because let’s face it, life ain’t fair.


Hypothetically, I may have had a life’s goal to be a center in the NBA. (No I didn’t, but this is a hypothetical scenario.)  The only problems with that goal are the realities: 1. I am as white and Anglo-Saxon as a person can possibly be and live. 2. I have physical motor deficits. 3. I’m female. and 4. I’m 5’4″.  Rather than lament that I can’t be a center in the NBA due to forces outside of my control, is it not in my best interest to choose a vocation that is better suited to my biological reality?  Why should I feel compelled to change my biology or to whine and cry that it’s not fair that white, uncoordinated, short females (who really aren’t even interested in basketball) can’t be centers in the NBA?

College campuses are no longer institutions of learning, where debate and open thought are encouraged.  They have become centers of artificially inflamed outrage over everything from perceived racial slurs to “gender inequality.”  Hmm, last time I checked, “race” is something different cultures pretty much made up. There’s plenty of different ethnicities and colors, but only one human race. There are generally two sets of human genitalia, and you either have one or the other.   It’s pretty rare (and not usually natural) to have both.


I wonder what they’re pissed about now.  Most places have a “mystery gender” bathroom somewhere.

My first reaction to the “ooh, everything offends my precious little self,”  is, “what kind of horse shit is this?”  Then I remember my grandfather mocking the hippie generation for “going off to find themselves.”  His contention was that you shouldn’t need to “find yourself” if you’re sitting right in front of your face.

smell balls

“The Emperor’s New Clothes” is one of my favorite Aesop’s Fables.  I’m dating myself in admitting that I ever read such archaic children’s literature (today the Aesop’s Fables collection would prove far too “damaging” to impressionable young children and their precious little self-esteems,) but there were some valuable life lessons in those stories.  There were important lessons in those stories, such as, “the world doesn’t revolve around you,” and “actions have consequences.”

The emperor (and I’m not just referring to Obama, but the fact that someone of his level of extreme ineptitude and overwhelming vapidity is in a position of power and influence is an ominous sign of the times) has been stark raving naked for a long time.

Let’s call the truth the truth, and clean up the political correctness bullshit before Orwell’s visions become fulfilled in their entirety.

2 thoughts on “I Have No Patience Left—– An Open Letter to the Instant Gratification Generation

  1. I told my boys the story of the Emperor’s New Clothes the other day. Great story, great message.
    Like you, I’m no fan of political correctness. It’s actually a phenomenon that occurs across the political spectrum, but right now it seems the biggest threat to liberty comes from the left (as an aside, two great books on this modern trend are Juan Williams’ “Muzzled” and Kirsten Powers’ “The Silencing”).
    I’m also disturbed by what’s happening on college campuses regarding trigger warnings and the outrage industry. I feel very fortunate that my professors, despite largely being well left-of-center, encouraged me to think for myself. I really respected that, even when they disagreed with me (and I’m a little left-of-center myself, so we didn’t typically disagree), they would give me the grade my paper deserved, based on how I argued my point. I’m still grateful, although I don’t assume that my college is still like that.

  2. Good for you in teaching your sons the classic old stories that have good lessons in them. Perhaps I am not as much of a fossil as I once thought. When the POMC was growing up I made sure to read him all the old classics, as well as I supplemented his reading material in both middle school and high school. I had him reading all of JRR Tolkien’s works in middle school, which he thoroughly enjoyed. His high school English teacher didn’t require “Animal Farm,” “1984” or any of Shakespeare’s plays- but I did, and I discovered that he didn’t find Elizabethan English too difficult, since I offered a little help and showed him how to find definitions of archaic words. I’m glad I did too. If nothing else, for a twenty-something male he has quite a broad vocabulary. He can communicate in the English language without having to resort to grunts, farts and Ebonics.

    I agree that most of the muzzling of free speech is coming from the left, which is surprising. Most of us who tend right-of-center (such as I do) remember the lessons of the McCarthy era all too well, and generally think twice before advocating curtailing the free speech of others. I would rather present a logical rather than an emotional argument, and I really do want to hear what both sides have to say.

    I went to a technical college in a very conservative small town, (graduated in 1989 so it’s been awhile.) My instructors were preoccupied with two things- practical application, and critical thinking. The emphasis was always on, “Are you learning skills that will be put to use, and can you find the resources to solve problems and get things done on your own?”

    Oh, how far have we fallen.

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