Respect Ain't Given, It's Earned!

Alright, here's the deal. You waltzed in here, all sanctimonious and spouting off about "respecting your elders." Did you forget how to use your deaf ears on the way in? Because if you had, you'd have heard me telling this old Geezer here to shove his "respect" right where the sun don't shine!

Respect isn't some participation trophy you hand out for surviving a certain number of rotations around the sun. It's a bloody currency, and guess what? Most of you old farts are bankrupt.

Here's the reality check, You ain't owed respect because your wrinkles could house a family of dust bunnies. You get respect by acting respectable. Treat me like a shit because of my age, and guess what? You'll be treated like the drooling fool who thinks respect is a birthright!

Maybe back in your day, people bowed down to wrinkly knees. But guess what? We're done with that outdated bullshit. We judge people based on their actions, not their age on some dusty birth certificate.

So, “Karen”, with your bingo wings and outdated views, take your "respect your elders" lecture and shove it. If you want respect, try acting like an adult instead of a grumpy gasbag who peaked in high school.

The world doesn't owe you respect, sweetheart. Earn our respect, or join the chorus of grumpy old folks whining about the good ol' days that never actually existed.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some actual respect to dole out – to the people who deserve it, not those who simply demand it based on the year they escaped from their mothers wombs!

Frank Lee DILLIGAF!