Thursday, June 30, 2011

Just Another Manic Work Day

Yesterday was the happiest sad day I've had at work in a while.  As a side note, if you can understand that statement, I feel terrible for you.

I really like my job.  Honest to god I do.  It's something I try not to take for granted or forget.  Lately though, it's been pretty easy to forget that.

New management came in for the show I've been working on. Within a week, that person pissed on my happiness.  It's been a sinking ship ever since.  We've argued about idiotic topics from balloons to twitter posts.  Over the last few months, I've probably uttered five words to him.

I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt at first.  I was trying to be positive, but I was passed over for promotion after promotion.  Now if I was passed over by very skilled/seasoned experts, I could understand.  Bu no, they're god damn morons too.

Now, based on my description, you're probably still confused by the happiest sad day comment I started with.  Let me explain.

At a bare minimum you're at work 8 hours a day/5 days a week.  You see your co-workers more than you'll see your friends and family, because of which, I treated my co-workers like friends and family.

After talking so long about topics ranging from fantasy baseball to raising kids; I got attached. 

So I was forced to move on.

But that doesn't matter now.  I'm starting on a new show, and I can't wait.  I haven't been excited to go to work in a while, it's a great feeling.

Tell you the truth, everyone deserves that feeling.  Every single person should be happy with what they do.  I know I am, which is one reason I'm my goofy/joking self.  So work towards your dream job, because you deserve to be happy.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

What A Day To Be Gay

I know I'm a little late to the party, but what the hell...


Now I know that people are going to get a lot of different reactions to that sentence.  Gay marriage is a long running debate, that frankly, has outlived the debaters. 

I don't think I need to give a history on the hate mongers, or the prejudicial acts people have inflicted onto homosexuals.  Those people don't deserve to have any type of spotlight on them.  Instead, let's do a mini current events update.

New York is the 6th state to allow gay marriage (CT, DC, IA, MA, NH, & NY).

Meanwhile, 10 states are debating on allowing same sex marriage (FL, IN, MN, MT, NM, NC, PA, UT, WV, & WY).

Now I know people get very up and arms on this topic.  Which I find amazing, because I find this as a crazy topic to invest time in debating.

I say that because, we live in America, the home of the free.  So according to the Constitution, shouldn't we be allowed to marry whomever we want.  Also, how much money and man hours have been spent trying to get gay marriages passed/revoked?  I'd love to know, because that's time and money we could've put into a lot of other things.

Last week I was reading reports about women being arrested in Saudi Arabia.  Their crime...driving. 

They did nothing more than go for a car ride.  Women were jailed, and who knows what else, for standing up for themselves.

Most Americans read those articles in shock.  Being arrested for being a female driver is unimaginable in today's world.  But  100 years ago, it wouldn't have been. 

We’ve advanced as a country.  I’d like to think that America has equality everywhere; but we’re not there yet.  Every day we are getting closer and closer to that goal.

By trying to deny rights to people, ultimately, we’re moving backwards.

Hopefully, it'll take way less than 100 years for gays to have equality at the altar.

Also, if you don't like this video, you have no soul

Monday, June 27, 2011

Man-Law #10: Be The BBQ Grill Master


It's the season most of us live for.  Personally, a great summer night involves walking around a car show, beer in hand and listening to the Yankee game in the background. 

More often than not, I usually spend summer weekends at BBQ's and bull shitting with friends.  Over the years I've noticed how every BBQ is different, and it comes down to one person in particular.  Sometimes, you must step up to fulfill that role when needed.  Which leads us to today's Man-Law…

Man-Law #10: Be The BBQ Grill Master

You don't need an F'n degree for this people, but brace yourselves...

A BBQ is only as good as the food. 

I know; crazy, isn't it?!

As a man, you need to step into the role of Superman on certain occasions; one of those times is to MAN the grill.

"But Monte, what if I don't know how to grill?"

There are many professions that are quite difficult; rocket scientist, heart surgeon, Pre-K teacher (no, I'm not joking)...etc.

One of the jobs, not, on that list; The grill master!  Now I'm not saying you have to be a top gourmet chef.  But come one now, all you have to do is understand how a spatula works, and when the food is ready.

If that's too complicated, watch a damn YouTube video on how it works.  You have no excuse otherwise.

Got it?  Well you better!
I need to end this and get going.  All this BBQ talk is making me hungry for a damn burger!!!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Day 71: Zombies Come Out To Play

Ask me a few months ago, I would've gone on a long rant about how my town was turning to shit. Too many potholes, kids were putting graffiti all over the walls, and that damn dog across the street was doing its business on my lawn.
I find it ironic now.  Especially as I'm watching a zombie inhale that dog's tail like a piece of spaghetti.  Then I wondered if zombies go to the bathroom.  I guess if it poops the dog on my lawn that'll be considered 'The Circle of Life'.
See, I prepared for the zombies.  The boredom however, totally different story!  I could've invited others over for some interaction.  In my world though; that wasn't an option.
I've lived alone in a home I inherited from my parents for quite a while.  Before their passing, I worked long hours, and had to help take care of them the rest of the time.  Their health coverage was surprisingly awful, or at least their company weaseled out of it (damn big companies)!  So I didn't have time to talk to people, let alone have friends.
Then, they unexpectedly passed away.
I was exhausted, sleep deprived and honestly, just burnt out.  It was probably better it happened when it did.  Only problem, I was still burnt out and on top of it, miserable.
When I wasn't planning on zombies, I figured I'd spend my golden years at a secluded fishing lake in Alaska.  Now don't let Alaska's stereotypes fool you.  It's some of the most beautiful land on this planet.  As a bonus, it would've been just me.
Lately, the thoughts of seeing snow capped mountains feels like a fantasy.  Now, I sit on the rooftop of my house, and gaze out to the horizon.  Not to see a sunset though.
Nope, not even close. Instead I place bets in my head on who'll win races.  Either which zombie will make the kill, or which person isn't going to outrun the zombies.
It never lasts long, but hell; it breaks up the monotony of my useless days.
Also, I study how people are defending themselves.  Figured it can't hurt to study our little friend's.
Some neighbors just used dead bolts to protect themselves.  That didn't work.  So even if they're dead; they apparently have some strength.  My other neighbor didn't last too long, but he scored bonus points for ingenuity.
He was a sporting good salesman on eBay.  So he took treadmills, lined them outside his house, and turned them on to repel the bastards.  Ever see a guy fall on a treadmill?  Well imagine it happened to about 20 of those fucks on a continuous loop.
I have to admit.  It was pretty damn funny at first.  Then his generator ran out of juice...the fun stopped pretty quickly at that point.  Before I knew it the....

Um...apparently someone is knocking at my door.


I guess I should look into this, and stop typing if they're really people.

Ha Ha...Flattery will get you nowhere, now I'm not busting out the good China for you.
I'll be back soon.  Looks like I have guests.

Thursday, June 23, 2011


After spending the last two blogs complaining like a man baby, I have something really good to bitch about.  I think I need to fill in some of the back story first.

The biggest news since Monday (at least on my Facebook wall & Twitter) was the death of Jackass star Ryan Dunn. 

Dunn, was in a car accident at the very early hours of Monday.  We're still not sure if he was drunk behind the wheel (yes, I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt), and at the time this is being written, it's still not 100% sure.  Seeing as they could only identify the body by his tattoos, I'm not sure if they'll know for sure.

Then a twitter battle of sorts came down between film critic Roger Ebert and Jakass star (and very good friend) Bam Margera.  Ebert posted a tweet saying, “Friends don’t let jackasses drink and drive.” 
Quickly Margera tweeted saying, “I just lost my best friend, I have been crying hysterically for a full day and piece of shit roger ebert has the gall to put in his 2 cents." He went on to tweet, “About a jackass drunk driving and his is one, fuck you! Millions of people are crying right now, shut your fat fucking mouth!”
Now I don't think Ebert meant to come off like such an insensitive jerk.  I think he just tried to emphasize the issue of drinking and driving.  It just so happened, that he came off like a prick.

Now I have no tolerance for people that drink & drive.  My brother was almost killed by one years ago (luckily, he's in great shape today).  At the same time, I have no pity because it's the survivors that suffer.  Which is why I can't blame Margera’s reaction.  I would've done the same too.

Now another group is getting in on the mix.  A group that I honestly wish would disappear from the face of the earth.  The Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) in Topeka, Kansas.
For those who aren't familiar; The Westboro Baptist church is an extremist group (or as my co-worker calls them ‘fucking dicks’) that's VERY MUCH against homosexuality. They picket funerals, desecrate the American Flag, & do a number of other uncalled for rallies.  They've also have been denounced by many Christian organizations.
They pretty much took Ebert's tweet, and put steroids to it.

They plan to picket Dunn's funeral.  Furthermore, they said, "Dunn is in hell for being a drab pervert who hawked porn-level filth to get rich from a perverse generation.”

Ok, ok...where to begin here.

First off, um wow.  Just a wee bit unnecessary and insane.  I guess I should start off saying that in NO WAY do I condone the actions and beliefs of the WBC.  To be blunt, I think they're a bunch of insane assholes that have the mindset of the dark ages.

Secondly, no matter what they really think of Dunn, they're using his death/fame for publicity.  They don't care who they hurt in the interim, they just want to get their beliefs across.

They have absolutely no reason to be there, other than to profit of people's pain and fame.

Lastly, I want to point out the Jackass Crew and their fan base.  They WILL NOT, take the picketing lightly.  Now I was never the biggest fan of the show, but I do know what they're capable of.  With all the emotions they've been going through since Monday, I can only imagine what they'll do to these people.  Tell you the truth, when they do fight back, a small part of me hopes it's caught on camera.

R.I.P. Dunn

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Letter To My Grandmother

Dear Nan,

You don't really realize it, but it's your grandson.

It's been a rough few months for you, and unfortunately, it's going to get harder.  I know a lot of changes are going on right now, but you're one tough old broad.  So don't be scared.

You're in amazing care at an upscale hospital.  Tell you the truth, I think it's nicer than most homes I've been in!  So relax and be comfortable.

What we're not telling you, is what the doctors told us.

Unfortunately, the Alzheimer's is getting worse.  It's getting to the point that family members can't take care of you.  The dreaded phrase, "beginning of the end" was used.  Instantly, I wished you were back in our house.

I'll be the first to admit that, I'm TERRIBLE, at handling a person's passing.  I just become a blubbering mess.

I remember as a kid, my friend's grandparents were usually in unhealthy shape.  Me on the other hand, I felt like my grandparents could participate in old folk Olympics.

Which is one reason this is so hard.

As a kid I figured you'll always be around.  I guess that feeling kind of bleed over into my adult hood.

I did my best to try and hide it, but I was a damn train wreck when my grandfather (or as we called him, poppy) passed away a few years ago.  So I can only imagine how the next few months will play out.

I usually do my writing while on the train.  As people are giving me looks, I'm already chocking up thinking about everything.  So I know this'll be rough.

And don't worry about mom!!!  Just like you, we're all worried about her.  It's probably going to be the roughest on her, but that's what family is for.  So please don't let that be one of your coherent thoughts.

As for me, I'll figure out a way to get through it.  I always do.  As soon as I do, you'll be the first to know in my prayers.

Your forever loving grandson

For everyone else, I'm not sure what to say.  I have no puns or witty remarks here.  Just thoughts bleeding from the heart.

The last few days have been rough, and events are unfolding to fast.  I knew I'd write something like this eventually, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.  I also thought I'd have time to get a REALLY nice photo of the two of us.  Again, things happened so fast that I couldn't do it.

Writing is therapy.  It's the one thing, that is healthy, in which I can vent.  So no smart ass remarks, nothing spiteful, or anything that'll result me from wanting to kick you on the teeth.

Let me have this one...

My grandmother and mother

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Happy Birthday - Now Go "F" Yourself

Let's see, let's see.

I'm trying to think of the right wording for this phrase.  Hmmm...GOT IT!!!

"To the person I hate more than words can describe.  Today is your birthday, how about you give me a gift, and walk in front of a cement truck that's doing 50."

That'll do…that'll do…aaaaaaaannnnddd post to Facebook.

I enjoy writing my Monday Man-Law blogs, and this week, I really wanted to write my Bromance idea.  So I didn't want to write a potentially angry/depressing story. Seeing as this is Tuesday's blog, and I'm short on ideas, I figure now is as good a time as any.

All of Monday I was really mad, and my mind was in a million different directions.  Reason being, I remember the smallest details, and I can't forget them.  In this case, it was the calendar.

June 20th & November 24th, both are my personal tax days.  You know it'll come around again, and when it does, you just have to deal with it. 

In previous years the date was a time when life was at its peak, and I had all the answers.  Now, I'd rather have a flying DeLorean that can help me skip these dates.

June 20th is "her" birthday.  I say her because I don't even want to write out the name. 

See, I loved making a big deal about birthdays.  I considered them "personal holidays", and that person deserves to have the best time possible.  And I loved this person, so of course, I wanted to go all out on her birthday.

I considered June 1st the home stretch.  A time where I had to finalize my plans, and let me tell you, I did my damnedest, to go all out.  Now, I know that means the 20th is around the corner, and the month needs to be over with.

So now, instead of making plans, I think about all the crap that’s gone on.  What’s really funny, as I’m writing this, I have people questioning my Facebook post.  So I guess I should go into details on why I posted it, or better yet, why I’m my own enemy.

Here is the cliff note version…
-   We dated for five years, and talked about getting married.
-   We looked at engagement rings for 3-4 months.
-   We found the ring and I put the deposit on it when she wasn’t around.
-   I started the overnight shift at my current job, and had a very hard time adjusting to it.
-   Three weeks later…The day before I was going to ask her father for permission (knowing he was going to say yes), she dropped a surprise on me.  She didn’t love me anymore and another guy was in the picture.
-   A week or so later, she started going out with the guy.
-   A month later they moved in together.
-   We met up to talk at a diner.  She said the fact I didn’t spend money bothered her, and that led to a lot of problems.  I sarcastically apologized for saving up for the engagement ring she knew I had trouble financing (yet wanted).
-   In August I was in a car accident, which screwed up my neck and back.  I got a text message 2-3 weeks later saying, “How’s your neck, and where did you get those band t-shirts made up that one time?”  --- I honestly thought the meds were making me see things.
-   Easter Sunday, I got a nice text informing me they were getting married on my birthday.

So, back to my original reason for posting this…

I hate June 20th.  It reminds me of all the hurtful things that took place.  As a bonus, it reminds me about all the pain and turmoil I dealt with. 
Now I’m sure at least one person is thinking, “Man up and just leave her in the past.”  To that person I say two things.  First off, go fuck yourself.  Secondly, trust me when I say she’s in my past.  But it’s not that easy.

I still suffer from anxiety, major trust issues with women, and major personal self-doubt issues.  All things that stem from having my heart trampled on.
So for those who have a problem with me venting, friends or complete strangers, I really could care less.  Days like today are harder to get through than others.  If a keyboard helps me get through it, then so be it.  It beats alternatives that people use to get through hard times.

You never know what people are going though.  So don’t judge, because you may not truly understand.

An early picture of us when we started dating.  Somehow made it to my back-up disks.

A video my friend Rosana reminded me to check out.  Kind of explains what I'm thinking.

At the same time, she reminded me about this song.  Still explains everything I'm going through, but from another angle.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Man-Law #9: The Bromance

I'd say the stereotypical man is broken down by the four B's; BBQ, Beer, Bacon & Boobies.  They're four awesome categories, but alas, another "B" needs to be added into the mix.  I'm not shameful to say this in the least, but in today's world you must know how it works...

Man-Law #9: The Bromance

A lot of movies (I love You Man) & TV shows (Scrubs) have spoofed the bromance in recent years.  Many have been hilarious, but let's see how Monte's Dictionary explains a bromance.

     -Combination of Bro & Romance
     -Being better than best friend's.
     -Yet not being romantically involved (but some will argue that fact).

I can stand tall and proudly say I have a bromance. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.  We've been together for about ten years now. 

He's my boobala, but when we're really acting stupid, he's my boo boo kitty fuck.  Also, I can safely assume that his fiancĂ©e Christina has probably had nightmares of him leaving her, and running away with me. 

But that's neither here nor there folks!

With a bromance, you're promised to have someone to bitch to when times are tough, look for advice when needed, and kick your ass when you need to get taken down a notch.

As an extra bonus, you also get a buddy in which you can crank your stupid up to 100%, and have the time of your life with.

Now don't let the term fool you.  There's nothing wrong with a bromance.  It won't make you less manly, or ridiculous.

If anything, it brings out your best qualities, and amps up your awesomeness.

If you have a problem with this term, well, I'm sorry.  I just hope you apply the Seinfeld quote. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Friday, June 17, 2011

Tackling The Baby Bucket List ASAP!!!

I'm getting to a very odd point in life, and it's starting to freak me out a little.  To be specific, it's just one aspect that's so weird; it’s not friend's moving away, getting married or even buying homes.  It's babies!!!

I can't be at that age to start thinking about babies, or any of my friends for that matter!  It's impossible!  We're not even that old!

Yet, here I am, sitting in my friend's living room just finishing playing peek-a-boo with his kid.  It's illogical, possibly even insane to be entering that phase of my life.  True, my cousins are having kids, but that doesn't mean a damn thing.  Right?

But is there really any way to know when you're at the right age?  I know I'm nowhere near financially stable to have a kid, and oh yeah, I'm not even dating someone. 

On one hand, a big revelation happened a few years ago. Honestly, it shook the foundation of my soul.

My niece was playing her Xbox.  I was sitting on the couch reading a book, and then heard my niece complain about her video game and console.  Without missing a beat, I closed my book, looked at her and said, "You don't realize how good you have it.  WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE, I would've killed for games like this.  Instead, we had a 8-bit system that only you, knew how to work."

And there it was.  I said it in sincerity.  I even repeated the phrase in my head, "When I was your age".  I couldn't believe it.  My brother-in-law chuckled.  He knew why I had the look of disgust on my face.  I turned my head in shock at him, and with an evil chuckle he said, "Sucks getting old, doesn't it?"

At that point, I realized my generation wasn't the youngest. A new group of kids took that title away.  Worst thing about it, that was just the first revelation.

At work, we did a news story about incoming college freshman last September.  The painful story was about, "The World College Kids Don't Know".  The 2011 college freshmen don’t know a world without new episodes of 'The Simpsons', e-mail, cell phones or the Internet.  As an extra bonus; majority of kids don't know what the picture is in Microsoft Word when they hit save (The Floppy Disk).

Am I getting to a stage where kids can be around the corner? Quite possibly.  A lot can happen in a few years, so I can't say it's not going to happen anytime soon.

From talking to friends and cousins who recently had kids, I do know I want to finish my baby bucket list (A list of things to-do before you have a kid).  I understand the responsibility of having a kid.  So before that happens, I'd like to cross some things off that list.  Such as skydive, get that Nintendo to finally work, and write the most popular blog on the Internet!

This is sooooo how my kid will look like

This will be the book I'd probably read to my kid at bed time

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Living The Dream & Loving Life Even More

There's one quality about myself that I'm proud I can honestly say. I'm one of the few people who can say, "I love what I do for a living". I worked my damn ass off to get where I am in television.

Am I making tons of money? Haha...hell no.
Am I seeking to be a famous talented news anchor? Nope...not for me.
Am I hungry to be the biggest and best news producer in the country? Damn right I am.
Most importantly, am I happy? That friends, is a scream up to the rafters emphatic YES!!!

I love this quality about me. In fact, the only thing I love more, is when I see that happiness in someone else's eyes. It's a bright aura you can see from a mile away. There's one person in particular who's aura is so bright that, well, it'll blind you. In a good way of course. :)

My friend Dailyn (Daii) Santana is that person in particular.

Now before I go further, let me reiterate this. I’m not writing this to get on her "good side" so I can make a move on her. This is something I WANTED to write.

Now, I always said that I wouldn't do reviews of any sort, and I'll stick to the craziness of day-to-day life. But here's the catch. Daii (pronounced day) is an amazing role model at her young age, and if I complained about anything, it would sound like cries of jealousy.

When I first met her, it was while meeting up with friends and carpooling to our favorite NYC hangout. I remember going into some kind of long rant, and then wrapping it up with a funny joke (the way I usually tell stories).

Daii looked at me straight faced and said, "Wow, you're amazing at telling stories. The way you emphasize on words and pause for effect is really impressive."

I was utterly dumbfounded. The only words I can muster up was an inquisitive, "Uh...really."

See I always tried to be a good storyteller, even before I wanted to be in news. The reason being, my voice. Were you ever ridiculed for something ruthlessly while growing up? Well for me, the high pitch voice was my “something”, and what did Daii just do, she complimented it!

I waited for her to say something; a punch line, a snappy remark, something!!! All I got in response was, “Uh…yeah really.”

So this is the point where you’d say something along the lines of, “Oh, what a nice girl to say something like that.” Yes, you’re absolutely right, but here’s the thing. She has a career in modeling and acting. Two careers in which you have an open invitation for narcissism. Think about it, people want to be near you, you’re showered with compliments, and guys want to “be” with you. Hell, I expect most women to just treat me nasty just because.

Instead, she treated me with respect, and gave me a chance to be me.

Now what does her attitude have to do with a career? Well, Miss Daii was just signed on to a big talent agency and will be traveling the world this summer. Oh, and if that’s not enough, she’s going to be in a movie of a very successful franchise!!!

So how does she respond to the news? By consistently thanking her friends, and of course her family. Hell, she sang praises about my blog, and omitted the fact an agency signed her :P

All I can say is that Hollywood better not try to change this one, because she’ll kick its ass for trying!

Another day at the office for Miss Santana

The first time we hung out.  As you can see, I wore my saturday best...

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Shifting Back Into High Gear For GM

A few years ago I spent an extended weekend at Wildwood, New Jersey.  For those who don’t know, it’s a giant boardwalk with tons of games and activities.  If you’re looking for fun, well, chances are you’ll find something. 

Coincidentally, I booked my trip during the tail end of a giant car show weekend. One night I was outside my hotel room, possibly with a beverage in hand, watching the cars show off on the main street.  Engines were roaring, exhaust pipes were belching, and the sidewalks were filled with cheers.

It was a great clear night, and my then girlfriend came out to sit with me.  She started complaining about the work she expected once we got back home.  I turned my head, put my finger on her lips, and said, “Stop talking, you’re ruining the awesomeness of these cars.”

Harsh?  Perhaps.  Was I being honest?  DAMN RIGHT I WAS!

Camaros, Chevelles, Mustangs, Challengers…

I can go on and on.  I love the evolution of these cars.  The designs explain so much history of a generation.  HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE IT!

While growing up you learned to love motorcycles, baseball and cars.  I even remember my father saying to me at a ridiculously young age, “If you ever bring a foreign piece of shit into my driveway, expect to live in it.”  So needless to say, the greatness of American cars was etched into my brain at a very young age.

Dad would be proud.

Except for one Dodge, I’ve only driven GM made cars (mostly Chevrolet).  To be honest, they’ve treated me really well over the years.  I looked great driving my Camaro, and I was always able to haul anything with my Trailblazer.  To make things even cooler, I know people who have been treated really well by GM.

Close to where I live in Jersey, GM had a huge assembly line.  The size of the place was insane!  I remember going for a walk through the place like a lost mouse going through a maze.  Throughout the place, my dad must have known a person in every department.

I thought it was the coolest thing.  It was really great seeing the plant.  Then, GM started having problems.

The local plant closed, as an obvious result, lots of people lost jobs.  GM tried to relocate as many people as possible, but that didn't help everybody.

As I grew up, I worked at local dealerships and parts suppliers to earn some extra bucks.  I noticed, little by little, how bosses were downsizing.

For years I kept in contact with former co-workers.  When I asked how work was going, I received grim answers in return.  My father also tried keeping in touch with his friends at the old GM plant. Sadly, he lost a lot of contacts.  People had to move in order to find work..  In the age before smart phones & email, he wasn't able to keep track of them.

Fast-forward even more; you have the GM bankruptcy and bailout.

I had very mixed emotions about this.  I still do for that matter.  I criticized the airlines and banks needing a bailout, so how is GM any different?

No matter what your opinion is on it, what's done is done.  GM and Chrysler received bailouts, so there's no need to debate over something that's already happened.

But GM was being criticized by many current co-workers of mine, and frankly, I wanted to kick them in the teeth for it.

GM says they plan to regain their title as 'World's Largest Automaker".  Toyota has held the title since the market collapsed a few years back.

In response, co-workers scoffed & ridiculed GM's statement.  Hell, the way they talked, you'd think they want GM to fail. 

Their comments were so ridiculous, that I was beyond dumbfounded.  I guess their noses are so high that they can smell their own shit.

But let's put it in perspective, shall we...

In order to regain the title, GM will have to sell more cars.  If that happens it means they'll hire more workers, pay back the remaining amount of bailout money, and continue to strive for many years.  WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT THAT?

Don't like the bailout?  I can understand that.  But why would you hope for GM to fail?  They employ countless numbers of middle class workers.  Are you rooting for them to fail as well?  Some people need to think things through instead of being so smug…