Rant: To Speak In An Angry Or Violent Manner

Damn...damnit...fucking shit. Yes, I said fuck and I said I wouldn't say fuck on my blog but I'm gonna say it again...FUCK.

Eat shit and die. Get a spork, eat my ass...etc etc and all those other fun things I like to say when I'm really pissed off and lose sense of politeness and political correctness. Fuck em both at this point, I'm raging pissed.

I have a cousin that is at present only 4 days old. She has an underdeveloped heart, something we have known about for about 5 months before her birth. The risks she is facing are life threatening and difficult to handle. Our family has been blessed to not have many problems health wise and such and now this year its all just fell on top of us. Guess we only were lucky for so long eh? As such, nobody really knows how to deal with all this but we all can pretty much say that its about K. Hope and not us. We're adults, we'll manage, we'll carry on. This is a young baby...we're supposed to be handling it for her.

So this beautiful baby girl is fighting for her life and her parents and brothers and sister are there by her side worrying and wishing and praying. My uncle's parents and my grandparents are down there with them, taking care of the other 3 kids. The rest of us are staying connected through phones and websites and prayers. And what is the focus of this situation right now???

Selfishness.

Thats right. Its all about money and winter trips and not at all about family and support and this delicate member of the family. I want to slap the hell out of these people but being 500 miles away, I can't. Probably a good thing...its not so wise to go beatin on your grandparents I suppose. But god damn. Can you fucking get past yourselves and look at the real big more important picture here?

Oh for shits sake...

I can say that I am truly ashamed to be a member of this family right now. You would think they would get their priorities straight and realize whats more important. A fucking innocent LIFE is on the line here. We could be attending yet another damn funeral around Christmas time (we've had 2 other funerals this time of year. Both die on the 21st, both funerals the 26th...Christmas sucks). And a baby's funeral will be a helluva lot more painful than those two others, as much as those were awful to endure. Can you imagine? They say parents shouldn't bury their kids...you damn skippy. Especially newborns.

We don't all have to gather and sing Kum ba fucking ya here and we're all goin to deal with it in different ways and we can't take it away or bargain with God or give them enough money to help pay for the costs....but goddamnit we can all get past our petty lives...bills, work, trips, tests, school, stupid arguments and be the way a family is supposed to be regardless of the circumstances.

Dear Santa,
My name is Tiger. Forget the material stuff. I could give a damn. What I really want for Christmas is a healthy cousin, an unselfish family, a happy family gathering. Where nobody is pissy and fighting, where the kids can open their presents with glee and the adults can feel blessed to have sown such a great kin.

Dear God,
Bless my family and forgive my dirty, shameful, obscene mouth. Hold us all in the palm of your hand and grant us your grace and presence. Give us peace and strength, especially to K. Hope. Your son Jesus blessed the children. Bless K. Hope. In your Son's name, Amen.

END RANT.