Weary Debate, and entitlements

This week has been rough, ROUGH. Not only are we down two people in the office, but I put in 40 hours, and worked over the last two days. I am just tired, weary, ready to rest.
Even though I am working a full day tomorrow I sat down and made it through the entire debate. I watched it on BBC because they promised a "no spin" approach to the after-commentary.
While I am not too heavily concerned with the foreign policy debate, I did think that both of the candidates were able to reach out and speak succinctly enough that all of us non-military types could understand their positions, and I appreciated that.
I didn't like Obama steering into the health care debate every chance he had or shying away from his spending record. The BBC America reporter summed it up best when she said he was lawyerly, and McCain was impassioned. Lawyerly to me means that he could have just flipped a switch on the old Obama-bot and argued for any side that had been predetermined.. clearly "lawyerly".
Also, in the first section, he whined about how every person should be able to afford college, and all families be able to provide computers and broadband access to their children. I have to call him out on that. What a crock of B.S. (bull snot)
Why does everyone think that they are so freaking entitled, I can not understand. I couldn't afford college, but I went.. it was called a student loan, thats what they were there for. Over time, I will pay it off. By working, paying the bill, and knowing that had I been any other race besides white I could have gone for free with my ACT scores and H.S. GPA, but, oh, I do NOT feel entitled. Some families may not want to provide computers and access for their children, will this be government mandated? Yes, thank you for telling me how to provide for my children. Heck, the area I grew up in still does not have broadband access, but no one should feel entitled to it. I am so tired of people expecting the luxuries in life. We should all thank God for what we do have, instead of expecting it and feeling robbed or oppressed when we can't.

Ugh, going to bed now, up way too late. What a grouch I am!