You gotta’ hate Sam
Another day, another rant. A while back I lamented the existence of the AWMAM – angry white middle aged man. I’ve since been afflicted many times by an even more loathsome form of humanity that seems to thrive in the western world – He’s called Sam, and he’s a Sad Angry Man.
Sam is absolutely bloomin’ everywhere. Sam didn’t have the nerve to pack in his shit nine to five office or retail job, so harbours an insidious form of resentment that manifests itself periodically as inappropriate behaviour towards women at work, or aggressive driving when faced with any barrier to his on-road progress. Sam expects everything that he wants to happen, will happen when he wants it to happen. Sam is rude and arrogant, generally right-wing, but always, always right.
Sam got into a routine that he couldn’t get out of. He used to have the freedom to exercise his misogynistic rights during a Saturday night rout of the city centre bars – packed with drunken skirt. He met his girlfriend at work, and immediately changed his ways – exercising his misogynistic rights on a Friday night rout of the city centre bars – packed with drunken skirt. He married his girlfriend after 2 years – a lovely wedding attended by 150 people from both sides of the family. Baby number one followed 2 years later, then a second 2 years afterwards. Sam’s wife put a bit of beef on during those 4 years, and didn’t give him the attention he needed frankly.
Sam got the promotions that come organically to people who remain in an organisation for just that little bit too long. Middle management, after-work drinks with the boys, and of course, the inevitable company Audi came his way. The Playstation 4, the 70 inch Sony Bravia TV with sound bar, and the golf clubs all got wrapped up in the 4 bed new-build in a part of the suburbs with a Sainsbury’s, but without any personality. Garage without a car, but full of shite that will travel from house to house over his lifetime.
Sam gets wound up easily. Sam likes to vent his anger by acting in a superior fashion towards people who provide him with services. People who perhaps dare to take more than 30 minutes shooting his 4 bed new-build in a part of the suburbs with a Sainsbury’s but without any personality.
Don’t be Sam.
