I was at work yesterday and for those of you who don't know, I do 24 hour in home care for autistic adults. As a rule I don't normally bring up work in these posts because I don't shit where I eat but since its directly related I will make this exception.
We had to go to Wal-mart to get a few things and outside the store was a woman. A woman standing next to a table with raffle tickets for purchase. Raffle tickets that went towards...autism awareness. Now if you are completely fucking stupid you might think that this was a cute little story of coincidence, but then you would not fully grasp how an asshole like myself perceives these things.
This woman looked at me and my coworker and said hello to us. I said hello back but I stared intensely at this woman for a good 10 seconds. I wanted so badly for this bitch to ask me if I knew anything about autism and its sufferers while I had two autistic adults in tow. As I looked at her I could tell she probably wanted to, just to help out the cause. If she herself had any knowledge of autism it did not shine through. But as I thought about it I remembered her cause. Awareness.
Who the fuck goes out of their way to promote awareness? "Excuse me sir/madam, but are you aware that there are things in the world that are bad? Specific things that hurt a bunch of people and make life harder for said people everyday? Oh you are? OK. Well buy a fucking raffle ticket and try and win our goodie basket."
Fuck you people. I am not going to waste my time on awareness. I know what you are thinking...I am an awful person who doesn't care about the plight and misery of others. And you are right. I don't care. Now is handing out buttons at rallies or selling t-shirts or buying the chicken soup with the breast cancer logo gonna help ease my liberal guilt. No it isn't. Is sending a check to a research center going to help possibly? It might, but I am fucking poor so that is out of the question.
No, it would seem the only thing that people who aren't able to send money to organizations or do the actual science necessary to figure out causation for these afflictions is to be little fucking cheerleaders.
Now lets be clear. I am not saying that awareness is a total loss. I know really good people afflicted by shit that hardly anyone has ever heard of. Awareness that those conditions exist and are in need of some study and funding for such studies is immensely necessary.
My issue is with the crotch goblins who promote breast cancer awareness and other things that everyone already knows about. Breast cancer is fucking everywhere. Its almost a business in itself. These people should almost want breast cancer to not have a cure. So they can continue to sell t-shirts with cute phrases and bottles of salad dressing. For fucks sake there is an entire month of breast cancer awareness. The fucking stores change their decor to fit the celebration. What the fuck is wrong with you people?
We will just save the other months of the year for every other fucking kind of cancer. What color ribbon is it for every other cancer? I bet you don't fucking know.
We have reached the point when awareness is more important than actual science. We would rather throw a party than actually cure anything. Because the one thing I never hear from the awareness junkies is what progress has been made. Yeah you raised such and such for charity but where is the progress that money achieved. You don't know? Somebody ought to fucking know and they need to crawl out of their fucking hole and tell us. Because if I have to see a woman wearing another pink shirt with 20000 ribbons on it. sporting pink sunglasses, a pink fucking feather boa, a feathery hat and holding a sign up with the same cute catchphrase that her shirt has on it for the rest of my life...I just might lose it one day.
"I'm sorry are you aware about all these diseases?" Yes I am. Are you aware that you are a fucking useless cock blister? I am waiting. No, I don't want to win a pink vespa. So nice that the proceeds you wanted to help cure the disease you're fighting went towards the purchase of a pink vespa that could be won in a contest.
With deep and abiding affection,