An American Lion

You will hear me rail about incompetence from time to time, and it is one of my favorite tags. I often type the word incorrectly, so don’t be shocked when I incompetently type incompetence and create duplicate entries.

Really, all you have to do in this life is try. You have to try to do a good job. You have to try to accomplish something. You have to put in an effort. You have to show up and do your best. This is not a Judeo-Christian work ethic thing. It’s a common sense thing. If you’re not trying, then your inability to add a sense of responsibility to what you do is going to impact someone else in a bad way. It may not happen right away—it might take from May to December to discover the body—but it will happen.

This is what incompetence looks like:

The body of an elderly woman remained in her bed for up to eight months even though caretakers paid daily visits to the house and kept it tidy, authorities said Wednesday.

Sheriff’s deputies were investigating the suspicious death of Blanche Matilda Roth after the corpse was found in her suburban home in Wilmington, on the Atlantic coast, on Tuesday following a call to authorities.

New Hanover County Deputy Charles Smith said Roth likely died in May, before her 88th birthday in September. Her body was found after the caller, whose identity was being withheld by authorities, reported that an elderly woman in the home was unconscious and not breathing.

Smith said caretakers had been going in and out of the house on a quiet cul-de-sac on a daily basis. He would not specify if the caretakers were family members but said they were not nurses.

Failure to report a death is a felony in North Carolina.

Smith said the residence was very well-kept. He said police hadn’t received any calls requesting welfare checks on Roth.

What other words apply?

Lackadaisical, lazy, useless, and feeble, feckless and futile. All of those words apply. Phoning it in. Not really understanding that the caretaker job for an elderly lady means a little more than swooping in, cleaning the place (which is hilariously tragic because the dead woman certainly couldn’t mess it up, could she?), and then collecting the pay for a job done but not done well.

Good God, the smell didn’t tip you off? I’m sorry, but there is no defense. That poor woman. “Not breathing,” huh, Poindexer? What, the emaciated corpse that had been decomposing for over seven months tipped you off, huh? I’m sorry, I just want to slap someone. That’s where widebody slapfaces comes from, by the way. It’s a fat oaf who you have to slap once in a while to get him to think about what he’s doing. Someone should slap these caretakers and see if some sense appears.

Idiots.