SCCCCCREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!

I guess the Internet was full of the brokenhearted and the gloating yesterday; Blogger wouldn’t let me post.

Reading the paper this morning … I really wished I could stop crying. Even when I was feeling myself full of objective rationalizations my eyes were spilling.

(Remind me; it’s all Maya, after all… isn’t it? Isn’t it??)

The irony of Iranians denouncing America in their senate!

This country is moving closer and closer to being Iran. Do you think that’s an overstatement?

Shame. Embarrassment. Bewilderment. What the fuck? What’s the matter with people that they want a monarchy so desperately? That they want to dictate the details of other people’s provate lives? Sinpleminded BUMPKINS! Idiot HAYSEEDS! Look mommy, it’s another IGNORAMUS with a SUPERIORITY COMPLEX. And they’re multiplying all over the place, coming out of GIANT PODS!

What’s the matter with people besides the fact that they can’t READ and they have no CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS and they’re utterly BRAINWASHED AUTOMOTONS? What’s the matter with them? It’s …. aggh…. uggghh… religion! FUCK religion! LET’S CREATE A DRUG TO MAKE RELIGION DISAPPEAR AND PUT IT IN THE WATER SUPPLY. Churches are terrorist cells.

Wanting to go even farther over in reaction: like have a late-term abortion without my parents’ consent with my gay spouse while smoking medical marijuana on welfare… all the while practicing Wiccan rituals and reciting GOD-SCHMOD GOD-SCHMOD GOD-SCHMOD.

Where are the really militant leftists, the kind who will blow themselves up for their country, when you need them?

I’m scared to do that. But if you put me in a room with a bunch of those electronic voting machines and right wing fundamentalists… I have a fantasy of going really crazy, kicking at everything and everyone with big-ass combat boots… and Ashcroft, you EVIL CREEP, if you happen to be reading this, you can’t prosecute me because I can just say the violent fantasy was due to my low serotonin, of whose existence I have documented proof. UNLIKE YOU with YOUR COCK-O-CRATIC SUBJUGATING MONEY-HUNGRY “GOD!”

Blecch.

Well, we all have different ways of dealing with our disappointment. Many will respond with dignified, measured rhetoric, which is really very nice and mature.

But I want to SCCCCCREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!