This nation is inhabited by millions of sheep. Sheep upon sheep. Actually, no. Not sheep. Sheep have backbones. Unlike worms, which are utterly spineless. This nation is inhabited by millions of worms. People who barely know how to think for themselves or how to determine what exactly it is that they believe in. It is a wonder that this is a "free" country at all when you consider the way that the majority of the people here think. Or DON'T.
Even those who purport to feel strongly in a certain way are afraid to stand up for what they believe in and when they open their mouths nothing intelligent or meaningful comes out. Just bees. No honey.
Blind. Stupid. Ignorant. Deceitful. Selfish. Hypocritical. Without insight. These are all words and phrases that come to mind right now. This media show that this war IS, makes my stomach turn. Every channel is broadcasting the war like it is the summer's big blockbuster smash hit. It's lumped in on Extra and Entertainment Tonight with the fucking Oscar's. Everyone is watching. It is so morbid and shameful.
Frivolous, selfish worms. I am embarassed to be one of them. I'd rather be dead than be a person who supports the murder of innocent people for some political agenda that has nothing to do with protecting our country or the inhabitants of the country we are attacking. The only reason anyone agrees with this war is that they are completely brainwashed by Bush's schpeal about weapons of mass destruction and the oppression of the Iraqi people. Give me a fucking break! How can people look that man in the face and believe a single syllable that escapes his lips? It is like watching an entire nation of people being conned into signing over their souls to the devil. I would rather be dead than blindly support a president who wasn't even elected by the people of this country and who, along with his accomplices, committed numerous shady acts in order to get himself into office.
There is nothing anyone could ever do to convince me that Bush gives a flying fuck about the Iraqi people and there is no evidence that we are being threatened by weapons of mass destruction. This is about money. About personal agendas. About oil and weapons and power. It has nothing to do with Bush suddenly caring about the plight of the Iraqi's under the oppressive rule of that maniac Saddam. Anyone who believes that or any of the other lies that spew from our giant governmental orifice is nothing more than an imbecile.
Meanwhile, whenever I hear that phrase about how the Iraqis need to be freed from Saddam's regime, I think how badly I would like to be freed from Bush's regime. Who is going to save us? Nobody. Because everyone hates us now. Surprise! We are the giant asshole of planet Earth.
I saw a headline on the cover of the Daily News today that said "WAR SPECIAL!" with stars bordering the block letters. I wish I could destroy the media. It does nothing but warp the truth and make the whole sordid thing into a circus spectacle. On top of that, the people who gobble it up are fat with lies and propaganda promoting war and greed beneath a shroud of fear and paranoia. It's really a charming combination. Really.
It is late late late and I am still at work work work, waiting for the next set of revisions on this brief that is making my back ache like hell and my brain almost just as much. Luckily I have music and I figured that in the interim, I would post this article that I came across in the Onion that would have made me laugh if it wasn't so sickeningly true.
It kind of goes hand in hand with another article that I came across today that made me want to cry and throw up and commit suicide all at the same time. Just read it and you'll know what I mean.
Thank god I have good music in the headphones to cheer me up. Ohp! There's my lovely document. Gotta go.
I love LAUNCHCAST
Sometimes I have to regulate on that ass because it starts to play some wacky shit every now and then, but generally, it is my favorite thingy.
There is this train conductor who works the W Train some evenings when I am on my way home. She makes me laugh because she can't pronounce her Rs. She says "This is a Bwooklyn bound W twain. Stand cleaw of the closing doowas."
I just giggle silently to myself about it because if I turned to someone else on the train to see if they might share in the mirth, it is likely they would just look at me with that blank stare that is so commonly seen in the big city and my moment of humor will be crushed. You know what I'm talking about? That big city poker face that people always put on when they leave the house in the morning. They put it on and keep it on, even if they are packed onto a train and they can't move and it stinks and everybody is late, no one breaks that face. I can't stand how everybody is so stoic and emotionless on the train. Someone could be getting killed right in front of them and they would just maintain that straight ahead expression. That "this is none of my business and I couldn't care less" face. Even if you speak to someone first they look hesitant to respond, like you must want something. If you ask someone for the time they can't seem to believe that is all you want. "Just the time? Are you sure? Well, that sounds easy enough..." In New York, it's all about minding your own damn business. I have so much to say on that subject that I am going to stop there and obsess about it some other time.
Anyways, the lady who can't pronounce her Rs is so funny. I feel like she should be the voice of a cartoon character. (She chose the wrong profession). When I was a little kid, before I had speech therapy, I couldn't pronounce my Rs either (Or my S's). Thank god my parents were perceptive enough to make sure the speech impediment didn't stick around. The kid next door used to come over to my apartment just to ask me to say "rollercoaster."