TVs in cars

Believe it or not, I just sat here for a few minutes with nothing coming to mind to bitch about. Then I thought of Sunday in the ShopRite parking lot. And how I was screaming to myself. Then laughing to myself...because, really, me in a car is like an A-list comedian on stage in Vegas. I'm too unfocused (read: irritated by others in...in...yup...THE LIBRARY) right now to provide you, the generous reading public, with a blog that lives up to the hilarious origins of my rage on Sunday...but it had to do with spying a fucking minivan in front of me with a TV on for the kids in back. Then I thought of my cousins in Indianapolis and how they have one...and when I was out there 14 months ago, I asked why the FUCK that is...and they replied something to the effect of "well, Gary, you don't understand WHAT a nightmare ANY car trip would be without one...it keeps them occupied." I knew then and there i'd lost them forever, victims of their well-paid jobs and keeping-up-with-the-Jones' overindulging of today's youth. They'd forgotten the obvious...THEY survived. As did I. And trillions of others. God fucking forbid little Taylor and Chase (this is me mocking pretentious names, by the way) are forced to either OPEN A FUCKING BOOK, educating their minds and expanding their vocabulary, or...GASP...merely LOOK OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW to figure out how the fuck they're getting to Grandma's. Of course, mommy and daddy are dumbing themselves down by relying on the GPS system, so why should the kiddies tax their precious little heads learning geography? So that's a summary of what I was screaming to myself in the car for, well, less than a minute. Sadly, you can't SEE me pretending to be a retard and pushing at my non-existent GPS device, which I was doing on Sunday. But surely you can visualize? I'm so THANKFUL I thought of something that merited bitching!