If there is one thing I learned about people is that they love to complain, especially when they have nothing to complain about. I guess I first started becoming aware to it when I read about the Hebrews complaining about the manna.

As I read, I thought, such foolishness. All the food you want. All you need do is pick it up and eat it. You don’t even have to cook it. Then of course the Hebrews complained. They were getting bored with it. They wanted more of a variety in their diet. Besides, they wanted meat, don’t you see.

My thought was that I would have never been so foolish. However, time has given me wisdom. Looking back on my life, I realize I am a first class complainer too. I really do complain. I am never as grateful as I ought to be. God has given me much that I know of and very much I am not aware of.

I guess the marines taught me a lot about being thankless. No. I’m not speaking of the organization. I’m talking about the jar heads themselves. It seems there wasn’t a day that went by that I heard complaining in the ranks. I have even heard that it means morale is good. If no one is muttering, it means that the morale is low. I cannot confirm or deny that. None the less, if it is true that I was always in outfits with good morale and lots of complaining.

I am sure you are wondering just why I bring this up. As I was flipping through the channels, some woman (I am sure an expert on something, I know not what) was complaining it is not easy to buy a house.

I had to stay on the channel for a while. I couldn’t believe my ears.

I am always open to comments. However, especially in this case. Does anyone know any reason why homes should be easy to buy. Maybe I have this all wrong. Perhaps I am supposed to just sit somewhere and someone will come along and give me a nice 3 bedroom home. Is that the way it’s suppose to work?

I mean, I always thought it was something we were suppose to work for. No one handed my house to me. I guess I did it wrong. Well, let’s face it, maybe the illegal aliens have it right. Maybe I should go down into Mexico and swim across the Rio Grande and turn myself over to a border agent. Maybe that would be the right and correct way to do it. I paid nearly $30,000 for Obama care. The illegal aliens step across the border and they don’t pay a cent for hospitalization or insurance. They get five star room and board and free free transportation.

I guess I did it all wrong. I paid for food and shelter for all four of us and I paid for college for two. By the time it was done, I had a whopper of a set of credit card bills to pay.

But then, in truth, I did have it easy. I didn’t have to clear a forested area and build a log cabin. I just went into debt. We didn’t have to build our own house made from mud and straw. All I did was put my signature on a sheet of paper.

Then, of course, there are those who do acquire real estate easily. They show those commercials on TV all day and night. The crooks get a quick deed and take your house right out from under you. Apparently, the only way to stop it is to catch them in the act. I guess it can happen to anyone. Someone just almost got away with stealing the Graceland mansion. Just where are the law makers to stop that sort of thing? Really!

Some woman almost got away with it. She just almost got a really big and famous house the easy way.

Please send me the comments, hundreds, thousands of them to tell me where I went wrong.

Well look at me. I am complaining aren’t I? Complaining about complaining.