"I want Frozen Mashed Potatoes" and the Syrian War

Tampa, (Fl) --- It is not that strange to say that we are an amalgam of generation of spoiled people. Everytime you have the chance to go outside and sit in the bus, the bus itself or just go for a trip to the supermarket listen to other people conversations and you will realize, we are just a bunch of son a bitches with no opinions beyond the ones the media manufacturer for us.

On a trip to the supermarket a couple of weeks ago I was walking towards the frozen meat section (no interest on getting anything) when I saw a man, who looked to be in his middle 40's and assuming by his attire he could be on his day off. He asked in a really awful tone to a clerk to find him frozen mash potatoes, the clerk without any hesitation went to find the proper help and another one appeared he asked him if he was the person in question,  he said no; and he made a small tantrum to the clerk much as if he was a 10 year old kid. Another clerk by accident that worked in the meat department section helped the guy but not without listening to the stupidity the man said and probably got the thing for free.

Stupid, white, fat Americans - are the words that keep coming to my head after five years, after a popular slogan within the leftist movements in Colombia was used to describe the American society as whole. I probably can't see that phrase as a generality anymore because due the amalgam of people that live in North America the best way to describe it would be - Spoiled People who Have no Clue on What's Happening on the World Beyond their Own Thumbs - and, there is a truth on that one because people here are spoiled in their vast majority and thanks to the system they think the world is theirs.

The mashed potato guy is just an example on how many people don't have any manners or education towards other people reality and they follow blindly what happens on the news without any critique of judgment toward the politicians interests. The catalyst of this war is beyond 9/11 it predates almost on the Cold War political interests where the nation is hunting the resources of other nations in order to ensure the survival of the "home" economy that doesn't work and that the people are consuming the national resources at a fast pace.

The potatoes are just a macro example how the society has reached to the point where they want things now and without thinking of any consequence what other relations with other people or nations will be; but, I guess we are just that a bunch of spoiled Americans.

Between the Break-room and Aisle One

I've been in the United States for three years and five months; one of the two most difficult things that any foreigner could do is to find a job and find friends. I am friendly but not sociable; so when I got a part time job in a local super-market that I am not going to mention by name and eventually I got transferred to my current store, things started to become easy, but yet if it wasn't for my necessity to move on and for the people that I work with that make the work easy and enjoyable I probably would be back in Colombia. I started to make friends slowly, people who I work with and also I could hang outside work without talking about it; I don't really get along with people and I have issues trusting individuals, but when I become friends with someone and I truly get along with the person, I am friends for life. I guess life is short or long, depending on how you look it. Nate, I am still in denial that you are gone from this Earthly plane; When, I read the post on Donovon's wall, I almost reply, Nate that's cruel, you are still young but then I read Zach's and Anthony, then I read Misty's and John-Michael, then I realized it was real, it is real; I am still in denial, it's one of those situations where I am in denial as many, that you are going to appear next week to buy groceries and pay everyone a visit or read your crazy shenanigans on Facebook.

I always remember how easy you made working there, how much tolerable you made the cleaning / blocking nights by fooling around with everyone and I enjoyed a lot when I had my breaks next to you because I knew I could laugh my ass until I couldn't do it anymore, where anyone regarding who ever he or she was was going to be in the middle of a storms of jokes who weren't for someone with an easy sensitive. It was a simple way to pass by the long hours where the future never seemed to come as well the punch time to get out. I know I can be very sensible regarding my voice and my accent, to the point I placed complains against many people but I never minded when you joked around or when I did it back to you; or when you, me and Chad we fooled around and we didn't do nothing and we started to tease every single person who closed that night. I don't think  we'll ever joke again on the store on that level, or that I can do it on a personal level with someone else while working there. We will see each other one day, I hope so.