anger, misery / you'll suffer unto me
Apr. 4th, 2005 10:02 pmI'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.
Rick Boucher of the Fightin' Ninth in Virginia
Date: 2005-04-07 01:34 pm (UTC)Fights the entertainment industry's stranglehold on intellectual property forever, fights to get wireless, retraining, and relief for the victims of International Capitalism, and has been doing it year in year out for 11 to 12 terms.
Quiet guy off in the corner of nowhere, not a complete good guy since some of the rehab money goes to industries who are cherry-picking their work forces and move on when someone else sells themselves cheaper.
And there's a Marxist recreational basketball team in Danville, Virginia.
Not Yankees who've moved there, but locals in a milltown.