anger, misery / you'll suffer unto me

[rone]

I'm tired of being angry.

I'm angry because of how the whole soccer team thing fell out.  I'm angry because of this Bucaram bullshit.  I'm angry because our government is just about as shameful as Ecuador's — and i'm normally one who scoffs at bleeding-heart liberals who carry on about how 'ashamed' they are to be an American these days, but mother-FUCK!  Years of lies, obfuscations, misdirections, shamelessness, unaccountability, and manipulation from the democratically elected leaders of this country, the majority of which belong a political party that will not only not remove a clear and obvious criminal from their ranks (yes, Tom Cornholing DeLay, i'm talking about you), but actually aid and abet his immorality, all while the party in opposition is as ineffective as a sorority girl on GHB and the media watches the proceeding date rape like drunken frat brothers who think that maybe they should intervene, but damn, their bro is getting some action, maybe they oughta cheer him on!

Lastly, i'm angry at myself because i'm in a hell of a slump at work and in my creative efforts.  Anger used to sustain me in both, long ago, but i'm not young and single anymore (so did caffeine, i guess; no surprise there, i'm sure there's some connection).  Anger was what i turned to in college when i decided that being depressed wasn't good for me.  But i'm burned out.  I think that this is what i was trying to get at a few days ago.  I want to be at peace.  I want to not be angry anymore.  But how can i fucking help it when it feels that the world is truly conspiring against my inner peace?  Shutting myself out of the world is just security through obscurity, and i am not an island.

WE ARE ALL ONE PEOPLE, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES.  QUIT FUCKING AROUND.

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[vspope.livejournal.com]

A friend of mine (Rick) is a recovering Republican, in that he's somewhat of a libertarian Randroid but abhors the religious wing of the party. We used to argue politics quite a bit back when we met in the late 90's; nowadays, he's come so far around that it's scary. I'm actually looking forward in a way to the grownups retaking control of the Republican party, just so that he and I can have reasonable grounds for disagreement again. But anyway.

I keep much closer tabs on politics and issues of the day than he does (viva la DSL), so when we're traveling together I tend to update him on the latest news and blog-chatter. On Saturday, we were discussing the Schiavo circus, DeLay, the Constitution Restoration Act being reintroduced, and a bunch of other timely topics when he turned to me and said "You know, it's not usually smart to try to depress the driver of a moving vehicle you're in into committing suicide."

Yeah.

Me? I'm just as tired. The election and its fallout sent me into an anxiety tailspin for a couple of months, and in some ways I'm still dragging myself out of that. It's tough to relax when EVERY FUCKING DAY there's something in the news that's nasty, and when large chunks of the future of the country depend on a fragile group of Senate Democrats hanging tough and the public not falling for the inevitable "obstructionist" smoke and mirrors next fall. The best news show on TV is a parody on Comedy Central. God's Own Party is inviting gay hookers into its press corps on one hand, and going on the Senate floor to denounce the judiciary and essentially say "Judges are unaccountable to the public, so that's why they're becoming targets of violence." WHAAAAAAA?

There are too many normal people left in this country for this shit to keep snowballing much longer. There have to be. If not, I need a passport or something.

For we're All-One or none! ALL-ONE! ALL-ONE! ALL-ONE!

[merde.livejournal.com]

...but are we also Pay-Go?