Bean Sprouts???

I have never been a fan. They have a supremely odd texture, their taste leaves something quite to be desired, they do not become nicer when cooked and they carry serious consequences for the well being of unborn children. They are potential baby killers people...I'd steer clear. Any type of sprout possessing such undesirable qualities should best be left alone, forgotten by society, and left to the asians...so many asians. Anyhow, this entry is not designed to hate on an entire race, religion or faction of humanity...just three girls who are brain damaged. That must be the reason, right? Three pushy, entitled, obscenely rude bitches who need to thus give their head a shake or two...til either the brain damage is righted or they destroy their ability to speak and rub off on society their unbelievable ways. What is missing from their lives that not garnishing their meals with baby killers sends them into a rage so nasty that I am left shocked and confused, hovering over a wok system wondering when courtesy has abandoned our society. What is missing from mine that I lose sleep over these super cunts? Perhaps their lives are just that full of greatness and harmony that the lack of bean sprouts became too much to bear. If you cannot endure the fact that there shan't be garnish on your meal and this sends you into a tirade of epic and confusing proportions, how must the rest of your day unfold? Do you treat all others in this manner, or just those you deem lower on the social totem pole than you? I have never treated anyone serving me so rudely, especially when the preparation of food is involved. Did your parents teach you this? Or, do you feel empowered to be horrible to others just in that circle of friends? I despise the fact that I am still required to be kind and generous to those who spit in or on my face because that's what I get paid to do. Well, it isn't, but our society seems to think that wanting what you want when you want it, and then receiving it promptly with perfection is the road to happiness and content. I regret to inform you once and for all, we are so far off the right path, we're starving and stumbling through brambles so high and prickly, our blood trail will be the only way in which to find us. I miss that about where I grew up. Everyone may know your business, but to your face manners run rampant. Of course there is an expectation for you to perform a fine task in your occupation, but none so high as the one you've placed on yourself. I am extremely hard on myself and my work ethic shows that...how dare you attempt to mess with that and embarrass me with your cowardice. These children were not spanked, it's time the wooden spoon was brought back into the home and utilized on wayward youths who refuse to adopt the simple human principles of respect and civility. It's truly astonishing how a very centralized group of people can eliminate any sense of positivity I had stirring in a single moment of caustic verbalization...maybe I need to use the spoon on myself...no vacancy and what not.