I'm working really hard to find my happy place today...
I furiously banged out about a page of venom tonight, and stopped and erased it all. The cathartic "puking" of it out of me helped...some. I am in one of those places that I find myself more often than I like these days--being pummeled about by the rantings and idiocies of my fellow members of the human race. I am subjected to television when I sit with MissB...between the political bs of campaign time and the misleading and ludicrous crap coming out of the mouths of some of these right wing fanatics that call themselves journalists, it's almost more than I can take. Now on Facebook, I see a person calling Gen. Petraeus a nutcase for saying that the actions of a church in Florida who intends to BURN COPIES OF THE MUSLIM HOLY BOOK could cause serious problems for the American troops in the middle east.
Now...there are at least 2 things wrong with this picture. One is that he and General Caldwell are both right about the ramifications. So what the hell is she talking about? The second is...who the hell does something like this ??? In the name of a church, for godsakes??? I am sickened by the behavior of these people. Is nothing sacred, if it isn't your own twisted religious views? I am so tired of being beaten to death with the religious right's personal version of right and wrong and good and evil. Do these people not read? Are they so small minded that they actually believe the BS they ooze?
And the bigger question of course, is this:
Why am I letting this all affect me so strongly???????????
I wasn't born yesterday. I have lived on this planet long enough to know that there will always be people who talk through their you-know-whats. I don't ever expect anybody to particularly see things my way or agree with me about my beliefs. I expect to see a few crazies out there...but for crying out loud ! It seems like lately half the world has lost their collective minds.
Okay. I'm through with my rant, [I think].
Sigh....I'm afraid. I'm afraid that we are approaching a point of no return in this country. I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said, "I'll keep my MONEY, and my GUNS. You can keep THE CHANGE." These lunatics are scaring the bejeezus out of me.
Okay. Now, I'm really done. [I think].
I don't need to be tripping on this stuff. Thinking of an old John Prine song from back in the 70's that talked about blowing up your tv and burning your newspaper and moving out to the country and growing a garden and eating peaches and finding Jesus on your own ...or something.
I need to go to bed....tomorrow is bound to look better.....
