rone | anger, misery / you'll suffer unto me

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.