Sociopoliticaphychologiaphobia rant follows....
(You know that's not a word, right?)
You are SO obtuse.
No one needs to remind any of you, my dear readers that the world has gone beyond crazy these last few years.
(Nu?)
Well, for some reason events of the last several days have thrown me into a fever pitch of angst, anger, and annoyance on a new level that I am barely able to cope with. Frankly I'm on the verge of tears half the time. I can hardly believe my eyes and ears when I get wind of what is going on in Washington. Stimulus money going to zip codes that don't exist, politicians falling on the sword for Obama's takeover of our healthcare system, officials goofing off while terrorist try to blow up their panties in flight.... it's enough to make you want to scream. The congress and the senate no longer look like places of democracy, they look, talk, and behave more like a Politburo, and I've had enough of it. They look you square in the eye and lie. Then dare you to do anything about it.
And when I reach this place, and realize that my letters to my senators go unanswered and unheeded, I end up getting philosophical. It's a piss poor substitute for throwing the bums out, but at the moment it's all I've got. It reminds me of the doom and gloom philosophers of Soviet Russia. It's all they had too. Sitting around drinking bad coffee in cafes reading heavy tomes describing man's inhumanity to man, stirring their gray matter like lukewarm tea, all hope dead and gone. That's going to be us our friends if things don't get turned around, and fast.
A LOT of people in our government seem to have gone mad. Stark raving bonkers. A mass psychosis has fallen over D.C. We should spray for it like people used to do for malaria. Oh, I forgot DDT is no longer allowed. It's better to let nature take its course. Malaria is natural. It's part of the ecosystem. Blah blah blah.
I can't take it. I don't know what to do. I try to go about my days and find positive things to focus on, but lately it seems the barbarians are not only at the gate, they are crawling into my head, gnawing on my brains like zombies.
Too bad I don't drink. I could use a stiff one about now. Do you think it would help?
(Ah, doubtful.)
Great, just great. I can't even look forward to a life of alcoholism.
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Zombies are scary.
I don't like them.
Make the Zombies go away.
(Zombies aren't our worst problem kid, trust me. It's that woman behind the curtain I'm worried about.)