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The Common Sense Condiment—Major Mustard, Chapter Seventeen: "Schoolyard Hypocrisy: Emotional Rubik’s Cubes and the Shark-Saints of Tomorrow" Introduction Welcome to the educational funhouse, where the only thing more twisted than the curriculum is the advice we give our kids. School is supposed to prepare you for life, but half the time it’s just a crash course in contradictions. We hand our kids an emotional Rubik’s cube, tell them to solve it with their eyes closed, and then get mad when they turn it into a stress ball. Shark or Saint? Pick a Side—But Also, Don’t “Be a shark! Stand up for yourself! No one else is going to take care of you.” Except, always be kind. Help everyone. Look after others. That’s what good people do. But don’t expect anyone to look after you, because that’s not how the world works. Unless it is. But it’s not. Unless you’re the exception. Which you’re not. Unless you are. “You have to be the best! But don’t make anyone else feel bad for not being the best. That’s bullying.” But also, don’t let anyone walk all over you. Unless it’s for group work. Then just do all the work yourself and hope for the best. “Don’t let anyone pressure you. But also, don’t be the only one not doing it, because you don’t want to be left out.” But be a leader, not a follower. Except when you’re supposed to follow. But don’t follow blindly. Unless it’s the rules. Even if the rules make no sense. Welcome to school! The Dating Double Bind “I want your life to be better than mine. Don’t fall into abusive relationships like I did.” But you’re not allowed to date until you’re 18. So, good luck figuring out love in a rush, after watching all your friends date, make mistakes, and at least get some practice. You? You’ll be learning on the fly, with no training wheels and a crowd of parents judging from the bleachers. “I don’t want you to get hurt, so I’ll protect you from everything.” But when you finally do get into a bad relationship, I’ll blame your partner, because his parents did the same thing. Now neither of you have a clue how to raise each other’s bar—instead, you just beat each other with it. Schoolyard Logic: The Emotional Rubik’s Cube “Be yourself! But not like that. Tone it down. Fit in. Stand out. Blend in. Make a statement. Don’t make a scene.” “Speak up for what’s right! But don’t talk back. Respect authority. Challenge injustice. But don’t question the teacher.” “Learn from your mistakes! But don’t make any. We have zero-tolerance for mistakes. But failure is the best teacher. Unless you fail, then you’re in trouble.” The Real Lesson If you’re confused, congratulations—you’re paying attention. We tell our kids to be strong, but not too strong. To be kind, but not a doormat. To be independent, but never alone. We want them to avoid our mistakes, but we won’t let them make any of their own. So here’s to the next generation, handed an emotional Rubik’s cube of contradictions and told, “Figure it out, kid. And don’t mess it up.” If you do, we’ll just blame the other parents. Closing Thought Maybe instead of teaching kids to be shark-saints with trust issues, we should just hand out instruction manuals for the emotional Rubik’s cube we gave them. Or at least admit that sometimes, the grown-ups are still trying to solve it too. #SchoolyardHypocrisy #MajorMustardRoast #RubiksCubeOfBS #ParentingContradictions #SharkSaints #EmotionalGymnastics
The Judgmental Crowd—A Roast for the Harper Valley High Horses Introduction Let’s talk about those Harper Valley jackasses—the ones who sit on their high horses, judging every parent who doesn’t fit their perfectly pressed PTA mold. They act like the PTA is the Supreme Court of Morality, but let’s be real: if they’re the jury, I’d rather take my chances with Judge Judy and a rabid raccoon. If you think you can do better, skip the PTA and start an ETA—Experienced Teachers Association—because I guarantee someone else could show up and actually teach a thing or two about real life. Spoiler alert: the curriculum isn’t “How to Judge from the Bleachers 101.” Strictly Backwards Moments: Harper Valley Hypocrisy You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF… …your idea of “parenting advice” is side-eyeing the mom with a screaming toddler while your own kid is eating crayons under the table. …you act like bleeping out “f***” at home means your kids don’t know it. Newsflash: they’re saying it on the school bus—creatively. …you clutch your pearls at other parents, but your own “little angel” is running a black-market slime ring at recess. …your nose is so high in the air, you need an oxygen mask just to judge the rest of us. …you break people down with your words, then ask, “Why are you crawling?” as if you didn’t just pull the rug out from under them. …you’re the self-appointed admissions committee for paradise, but you’d slam the door on anyone with a scar or a story. …you think “love thy neighbor” means “unless they’re wearing yoga pants at pickup.” …you hand out judgment like Halloween candy, but can’t take a single trick yourself. …you brag about your perfect parenting, but your kid’s the reason they had to lock the janitor’s closet. …you demand everyone be “whole,” but you’re the one snapping sticks and blaming the tree. …you’re ready to pass judgment from a safe distance—wouldn’t want real life to mess up your halo. …you think “raising kids” means raising your standards for everyone else. …you roast parents for not packing organic lunches, but your own kid’s lunch is a bag of Doritos and a prayer. …you’d never let your kid say “f***,” but you’re the first to drop it when you step on a Lego. …you say “it takes a village,” but only if you’re the mayor, sheriff, and HOA president. …you expect God to kick broken people while they’re down—because that’s “divine justice,” right? …you judge parents for screen time, but your phone’s glued to your hand like it’s surgically attached. …you expect the stick you snapped to fix itself, and then blame the forest for not growing it back. …you think heaven is for the unbroken, but you’re going to be real lonely at that party. …you think you could do better—until you spend two minutes in my house and realize you’d tap out before breakfast. Closing Thought So next time you want to judge a parent—or anyone else—remember: it’s easy to point fingers from the bleachers. But it takes guts to get on the field and play. I promise you wouldn’t last a day in my house—and you sure as hell wouldn’t do a better job with these kids or with life’s messiness. Welcome to my Harper Valley, where we raise kids, not hypocrites, and where love means more than judgment. Extra: A Question for Tiffany Jenkins P.S. Tiffany Jenkins, I dare you to be honest—do you still take pills, just as long as there’s access and it’s reasonable, and you don’t have to fear anything? Because lack of access, fear of punishment, and fear of judgment are the only reasons people do stupid sh*t. It’s not about the drug or needing something for pain. How about, instead of lying, we heal people correctly by saying our actual truth? Connect with Tiffany Jenkins: Website: jugglingthejenkins.com #parenting #momlife #honestparenting #realparenting #roast #judgmentalpeople #loveoverjudgment #parentingtruths #momhumor #keepitreal #mentalhealthmatters #amnesty #raisekidsnothypocrites
A*Strictly Backwards Hypocrisy—Bible Thumpers, Blame-Shifters, and Everyday Bitching Introduction You might be living an A*Strictly Backwards life if your daily routine involves more complaining than a Yelp review convention, and your favorite hobby is blaming God for everything from the weather to WiFi outages. Welcome to the world of everyday bitching, where the only thing holier than thou is the hole in your logic. You Might Be Living an A*Strictly Backwards Life If… …you complain about everything, but never actually do anything to change it. …your favorite prayer is, “Why me, God?”—right after you ignored every red flag and common-sense warning. …you use the Bible as a weapon, but haven’t read past the table of contents. …you blame God for your problems, but take credit for every lucky break. …you’re quick to point out everyone else’s “sins,” but your own skeletons need a walk-in closet. …you say “homosexuality is a sin” but forget the part about loving your neighbor (and not being a jerk). …your idea of “spreading the word” is throwing the Bible at your own family—literally. …you get mad when someone throws the Bible, but you were just about to use it as a guilt trip. …you think quoting Scripture gives you a free pass to judge, but you skipped the “judge not” section. …you act like your sin is a parking ticket and everyone else’s is a felony. …you use God as a scapegoat, but never as a guide. …you ask “Why did God do this?” but never ask “What can I do about it?” …you think “Bible over!” is a mic drop, but you’re still holding the cord. …you argue about the Bible, but haven’t cracked it open since Sunday School. …you’re more worried about your daughter’s love life than your own lack of love. …you throw God’s word around, but never let it land in your own heart. …you believe “no one sin is greater than the other”—except the ones you don’t like. …you use faith as a shield, but never as a mirror. …you can recite verses about judgment, but not a single one about grace. …your biggest miracle would be learning to use the Bible for compassion, not condemnation. Closing Thought In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, the loudest complainers are usually the ones holding the heaviest stones. Next time someone tries to weaponize the Bible or blame God for their own mess, remember: the real mic drop isn’t in the argument—it’s in the love, the humility, and the courage to say, “Bible over! Now let’s actually live it.” Side Note This chapter is based on a real interaction I had with my son. One day, he angrily tried to throw the Bible in my daughter’s face during a heated argument about her liking women and men. He was spouting the usual “homosexuality is a sin” rhetoric. I grabbed the Bible out of his hand and threw it back at him. He looked shocked and said, “You’re going to throw God’s word?” I looked him in the eye and said, “You are! So when you learn to use it correctly, you can have it back.” Then I added, “No one sin is greater than the other. Bible over! Argue that.” It was a moment that flipped the script and reminded us both about the real message behind the words.
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Double Dizzy Do-Z: A Double Standard in the Church Chapter Four: Holy Hypocrisy—Church Logic in Reverse Introduction Step inside some churches and you’ll find more rules than a tax code and more judgment than a reality show. In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, the same people who preach “love thy neighbor” might just be the first to throw a stone—especially if you have a tattoo, missed a Sunday, or wore the wrong shoes. When every sin is equal, but yours is somehow worse, it’s clear: church logic can be strictly backwards. Strictly Backwards Moments: Sins, Saints, and Sunday Surprises You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF… …you’re told “no sin is greater than another,” but your tattoo gets more attention than someone’s tax fraud. …missing church once makes you a “lost soul,” but gossiping in the pews is just “sharing prayer requests.” …you’re warned about hell for listening to rock music, but nobody bats an eye at lying on the offering envelope. …the pastor says “judge not,” then spends the next hour judging everyone from the pulpit. …you’re told to “come as you are,” but get side-eyed for not wearing a suit. …you’re called a sinner for having a piercing, but not for refusing to forgive your neighbor. …one missed call to your mother is a sin, but refusing to speak to your brother for a year is “setting boundaries.” …the Bible says “love your enemies,” but you’re the antichrist if you walk into the wrong church. …you’re taught that “all are welcome,” except for people who ask questions. …the church preaches humility, but the parking lot is a luxury car show. …you’re told “let he who is without sin cast the first stone,” but everyone’s got a pocket full of rocks. …confessing your sins is encouraged, but only if they’re the “acceptable” kind. …you’re told to forgive 70 times 7, but one mistake gets you a lifetime ban from the bake sale. …the sermon is about loving the poor, but the collection plate comes around twice. …you’re warned about “wolves in sheep’s clothing,” but the biggest gossip is leading the choir. …you’re told “God is love,” but the church sign says “Turn or Burn.” …the Bible says “do not judge,” but the church has a committee for it. …you’re told to “honor your father and mother,” but you’re equal to Hitler if you forget to call. …the church says “hate the sin, love the sinner,” but you’re not sure which one they’re talking about. …you’re told salvation is a free gift, but there’s a suggested donation. Closing Thought In the world of A*Strictly Backwards, church can feel like a place where everyone’s a sinner—just some sins come with a better seat. If you’ve ever felt like you were damned if you do and damned if you don’t, you’re not alone. After all, the only thing more confusing than church rules might be trying to follow them all. Chapter Five: Miracles, Magic, and the Church’s Double Standard Introduction Step into the world of church logic, where turning water into wine is a miracle, but pulling a rabbit out of a hat is the devil’s work. Vampires are condemned for living forever, but eternal life is the ultimate promise. And if you talk to spirits, you’re a witch—unless you’re reading about prophets who did the same. When it comes to magic, miracles, and the supernatural, the line between holy and heresy is as blurry as a foggy graveyard at midnight. Strictly Backwards Moments: Magic for Me, Not for Thee You might be living A*Strictly Backwards IF… …walking on water is a miracle, but floating a feather is witchcraft. …turning water into wine is holy, but brewing a love potion is a sin. …raising the dead is a sign of divinity, but talking to ghosts gets you burned at the stake. …eternal life is a blessing, unless you’re a vampire—then it’s a curse. …prophets can see the future, but fortune tellers are forbidden. …casting out demons is celebrated, but casting a spell is condemned. …multiplying bread and fish is a miracle, but multiplying coins is a magic trick. …parting the sea is a sign of faith, but reading tarot cards is a sign of the devil. …angels deliver messages, but if you hear voices, you need an exorcism. …holy relics are powerful, but crystals are “dangerous.” …saints perform miracles, but witches are persecuted for trying. …baptism washes away sins, but a cleansing ritual is “pagan nonsense.” …the church celebrates resurrection, but fears anything undead. …lighting candles in church is sacred, but lighting candles at home is suspicious. …praying for rain is faith, but doing a rain dance is forbidden. …communion is eating flesh and drinking blood, but vampires are monsters. …miraculous healings are praised, but herbal remedies are “witchy.” …the Bible is full of visions and dreams, but dream interpretation is off-limits. …saints have halos, but witches have “auras.” …you’re told to believe in miracles, but not in magic—unless it’s on Sunday. Closing Thought In the upside-down world of A*Strictly Backwards, the difference between a miracle and magic might just be who’s telling the story. If you’ve ever wondered why some supernatural acts are celebrated while others are condemned, you’re not alone. After all, it’s all fun and games until someone brings out a broomstick—or a chalice.
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The Common Sense Condiment—Colonel Mustard, Sports Edition “Glory, Games, and the Greased Palms: The Ass Backwards Playbook of Sports” Introduction: Welcome to the Stadium of Paradoxes Attention, athletes and armchair quarterbacks! Step onto the field where the rules make less sense than a referee’s explanation after a blown call. In the world of sports, you’re told to play fair—unless you’re rich, famous, or the league’s golden child. You’re celebrated for teamwork, but only if you’re the one scoring. And don’t worry about integrity: as long as the sponsors are happy, you can bend the rules until they look like a yoga class for pretzels. Welcome to the stadium of paradoxes, where the scoreboard is rigged, the playbook is written in invisible ink, and the only thing more inflated than the balls are the egos. The Fair Play Fumble “Sportsmanship above all!” Unless you’re talking about trash talk, flopping, or the occasional ‘strategic’ injury. Coaches preach respect for the game, but the moment the ref isn’t looking, it’s open season for elbows, cheap shots, and Oscar-worthy dives. “Let the best team win!” Unless the schedule favors the big markets, the refs swallow their whistles for the home team, or the league needs a Cinderella story for ratings. In sports, fairness is a slogan, not a standard. The Teamwork Tango “There’s no ‘I’ in team!” But there’s a whole lot of ‘me’ in endorsement deals, stat-padding, and post-game interviews. The star player gets the glory, the benchwarmers get the blame, and the coach gets a new contract if the team wins—otherwise, he’s first in line for the unemployment office. “Win as a team, lose as a team!” Except when it’s time to point fingers, trade scapegoats, or throw the rookie under the bus for a bad play everyone else missed. The Integrity Interception “Zero tolerance for cheating!” Unless you’re a legend, a cash cow, or the league’s favorite storyline. Then it’s “Let’s wait for the investigation,” “It’s just a misunderstanding,” or “Everyone was doing it.” “Drugs have no place in sports!” Unless you’re talking about painkillers, cortisone shots, or the latest supplement that hasn’t made the banned list—yet. The Moneyball Mirage “Play for the love of the game!” Right after you sign your $200 million contract, hire a social media manager, and launch your signature sneaker. “Amateur sports are pure!” Unless you count the shoe deals, the under-the-table payments, and the college boosters who make the mafia look like a bake sale. The Fan Fantasy “The fans make the game!” But ticket prices are sky-high, merchandise costs more than your rent, and the only way to see your team live is to sell a kidney or win the lottery. “Your voice matters!” Unless you criticize the league, boo the commissioner, or ask why your team’s mascot looks like a rejected cartoon character. The Colonel’s Real Lesson In sports, glory is a brand, fairness is a marketing campaign, and integrity is a costume you put on for press conferences. The real game isn’t played on the field—it’s played in boardrooms, bank accounts, and backroom deals. The only thing more rigged than the draft lottery is the Hall of Fame voting, and the only thing more sacred than the jersey is the sponsorship patch sewn onto it. Closing Thought So, athlete, fan, or fantasy league manager, remember: in sports, the only thing more backwards than the rules are the people enforcing them. Stand tall for the anthem, kneel for the cause, and always keep your eye on the ball—because in this game, the goalposts move every time the money does. #ColonelMustardRoast #SportsIrony #GreasedPalms #AssBackwardsPlaybook #CommonSenseCondiment
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