Politics

Imagine my shock this morning when listening to NPR find out that Republicans liked Bush's speech and Democrats didn't. I watched approximately one minute of it and got infuriated. It was when he was talking about rounding up all of the homosexuals (well, the ones who can't be saved through prayer) and putting them on an island somewhere where the good Christians didn't have to look at 'em. Oh, wait, that's not until Phase Three of Operation: God Hates Fags.

I can't talk about politics. Someone will get offended. I'd really like to stop caring because it'd make it easier, but I can't. But, really, there's no reason for me to care: I'm white, so his affirmative action stance shouldn't bother me. I'm straight, so his homophobic policies shouldn't bother me. I make decent money, so his tax cuts shouldn't bother me. I'll be dead before the environment is completely raped, so I shouldn't care about that. I'm not a woman and I'm not knocking any women up, so I shouldn't care about his attempts to make abortion illegal. I'm not a civilian in a third world country, so I guess I shouldn't worry about getting killed when we invade some country half-way around the world justified by half-baked claims (over 8000 Iraqi civilians have been killed in our little campaign).

I'm not trying to say that any of the Democratic candidates, or Democrats in general for that matter, are perfect. But I'd rather err on the side of trying to make the world a better place for everyone. EVERYONE.

A much-too-long series of questions...

A much-too-long series of questions that I stole from trueromance78 in order to put off working. You will learn nothing of interest, I assure you.
( Mockingbird Franklin )

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Don't you hate it? You know, when you have something to say, but you can't say it. I want to apologize. I want to stand up and scream. I want to laugh. I want things to be like they used to be. I want to move on. I want to know why. I want to self-destruct. I want to tell you that everything will be all right. I want you to tell me the same. I want to know what's wrong with me. No, you didn't read that right: I want to know what's wrong with ME. I want to punch things. I want to be punched. I want irony. I want to make you smile. I want to be me. I want to be you. I want to be happy. I want to have the blues.
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