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Friday, January 21, 2005

 

Good lord...I guess you can only describe this as a rut. "It's just so ridiculous!"
The funny thing is, I'm not grumpy...usually when I feel like this I bite people's heads off, but right now, all I want to do is go to bed and wake up when it's all over. But I guess I should be careful what I ask for...

A guy I work with has a brother-in-law who was electrocuted (I don't know how). So dudes in this coma for 8 weeks. In the meantime, they're moving him from hospital to hospital. He woke up yesterday, alone in his hospital room - with one less arm. That's gotta be messed up...you're walking along, singing a song, talkin to the girls then...BAM! You open your eyes, you don't know where you are or how you got there and you're an arm short.

So I'm listening to some story on the (real) news. And I have to admit, I wasn't paying attention to the details. But it was something like The War Criminal has decided not to re-nominate controversial Middle East analyst Daniel Pipes to the board of the United States Institute of Peace. Big whup, right? Well at the end of the story, someone said that the reason for this was becuase he criticized a lot of the messed up stuff Israel has done to Palestinians...and called him an "Israel Hater." What the hell is that? Israel Hater? Is that supposed to be something akin to being called a "Nigger Lover"? That's the level of discourse right now? Jeez.

So I did the best I could to avoid all this coronation nonsense today. I was doing pretty well until I got to the barber shop. They had the coronation parade (and the Fox coverage as well). So I'm sitting there saying to myself, "Please don't bring this up, please don't bring this up." Usually we talk about baseball or teaching or family - I've been going to this guy since I was about 10-years-old. Nope...had to bring it up. And I'll take responsiblity here...I should have just mumbled something incoherent, but no...I said something like - it sure would be cool if just one egg sailed from out of nowhere and nailed him. Well, that didn't go over too well. I wasn't "respecting the office." I told my barber that I would respect the office as soon as the War Monger did. Well, it was obvious this wasn't going to go well. We didn't get into a huge argument or anything...but again, I was trying to avoid the coronation and didn't want to get involved with any of this crap. So it just put me in a worse mood.

Then another thought came into my head tonight...there's a lot of Republicans fucking tonight. That's just not right.


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