Just when and who had the audacity or even the right to change the name of our meals?
In our part of the world what we refer to today as dinner was called supper. It still is at my house.
Get this straight. It is breakfast around 6 or 7 a.m. It is dinner around noon. It is supper around 6 p.m. Understand?
What is so difficult about that?
If these folks call supper “dinner,” then what do they call the noon meal?
It’s just like this “I be” or “you be” nonsense.
They can’t even get their English straight, so what gives them the right to call my supper dinner?
We older folks are getting a little disturbed at you idiots who can’t even speak proper English and changing the language because you are apparently too dumb or too lazy — or both — to learn what is proper and correct.
Get a life, huh?
It’s just like you clowns who want $15 per hour to flip burgers. Ridiculous!
What we are seeing today is a weakening work ethic and an endless flow of those who want a paycheck, but don’t want to work for it.
You are the folks who want to lay the blame for everything around you on someone else.
There are too many of us who have been pampered by the government too long.
Is there something wrong with working for a living?
Is there something wrong with supporting law enforcement?
What is wrong with going to school and getting an education that provides you with the edge in getting ahead?
None of anything comes without a price. Free ain’t worth a thing except digging deeper in a hole.
The way to get ahead is get up and get to work.
And, when you tell me my supper is dinner, it is the ultimate insult.
The majority of us know the difference between noon and early evening.
You who don’t, just go eat your dinner while we eat our supper.
Don’t even think about coming to share the same breakfast with real people, because it is too early in the morning to expose them to an idiot at the beginning of the day.
And while the rest of the world goes to work, y’all go sit on the porch and complain about everything going on in the world.
Don’t dare bring it to my supper table, because you ain’t welcome.
William Holloman is a staff writer for the Mount Olive Tribune. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.