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I had to do it! I had to create a blog so you and I could gripe about all of "The Crap" that we encounter everyday in our lives. Believe me, there is plenty! You can now come to this blog to Gripe because you have the right to do so. Over time, we will Gripe about topics ranging from sports to politics to just about all of the garbage that happens around us. When you Gripe, you can add your name or not. It's your right! You can vent any way you want. Use foul language if you are angry enough to and if you are offended, just Gripe It! Hell, we have been banned from Facebook twice! You can Gripe about people, places and things. The only thing I ask is if you are going to Gripe about someone and you use their name, make sure you have the facts straight or say it's your opinion. Otherwise they will sue your and my ass off! It's your RIGHT TO GRIPE! You can respond to one of our Gripes or you can lay down your own Gripe. It's easy. To post your own Gripe just email it to therighttogripe@hotmail.com and we will get it on. You can also post a Gripe on our Facebook page. Just search The Right To Gripe. If you don't want to write it down, just click on one of the boxes below each Gripe to give your opinion. You can also become an official "Griper". All you need to do is "Sign Up" and create an account. IT'S FREE! So, don't sit back and take it, just GRIPE IT!







Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Recycling Hell - The War Continues

Last night I put a peace offering out on the curb with my official recycling bin as well as my make shift bin.  My offering asked my enemy, the Forty Fort DPW to please empty my home made bin or just take the whole thing.  The bin is made of recyclable plastic and could be thrown right into the truck.  Of course I got up this morning with a terrible chest cold and a fever but still bolted to the window to see if they accepted my offering.  Much to my dismay, my home made bin with holes drilled in the bottom was still sitting there filled to the top.  I barked out, "You sons of bitches, bastards"!  Why?  Why will they not empty this bin or take the whole damn thing?  As I sit here venting, my mind is now working on plan C, to get myself out of recycling hell.  There are a few things running through my skull like just dump it in the street, take it in the car and dump it at the borough garage or bring in the big guns.  I fear the first two options my land me in the clink or at least with a hefty littering fine.  I may send my son down to the borough garage to actually pick up a second bin today.  My guess is they either won't be there or they won't give him one.  If that fails, I think it will be time to release the kraken!  Bring in a top notch negotiator who can get through to these guys.  I called Henry Kissinger and Jimmy Carter, but they were busy.  I will go to my final option, the President of Forty Fort Council.  We will see what happens.  The war is heating up and I don't plan on surrendering anytime soon.      

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