Cookie Slappings

Ever been slapped in the face by a cookie? No, not WITH a cookie, but BY a cookie. Up until Friday night I could answer that question with an emphatic NO. Unfortunately, since then, times have changed. I went to a Chinese buffet with a good friend and had a great meal. It was all fun and games until I opened that god-forsaken fortune cookie at the end of the meal. Here it is (for your viewing pleasure, and my disgust).

I was floored. Not only did it berate me, it also let me know that I had to accept it. Who am I to say otherwise? Over the years I have come to accept the basic concept of what the cookie says. "Que Cera Cera, Whatever will be will be," it is reasonable enough. We are all small pieces to a large puzzle, I get that. But do we need to cram it down my throat? If, for example, I were a hot-head, hell-bent on changing everything, would this not compel me to prove the cookie wrong? "Who says it is meant to be?" I would ask. "Certainly not me, by god!" Then I would go about changing the situation by ANY means necessary. "I'll show you!" would become my new motto. "GODDAMN COOKIE!!!" I would encourage all like-minded citizens to take up arms and champion the cause for change. Do we really need any more goddamn zealots? Are we not trying to roll back such actions with the Department of Homeland Security?

I don't mind saying I was appalled by this cookie. I am forwarding this message to my local congressman (and I urge you to do the same). We need to stop these "FORTUNE" cookies in their tracks, before they can get their inflamatory message out to the masses.