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July 4th… Just Couldn’t Feel The Love.

Job taking all the joy out of writing.  I don’t have much time to comment on anything.  A lot has happened in the past several weeks, but then again, a lot of smarter people than I have been out there commenting on these things… so nu?

I have only one comment on the recently past Independence Day.  I sat in Mass on Saturday listening to the opening and closing hymns that thundered about America and spacious skies and God… And you know all I could think was, “Hog wash.” 

Don’t get me wrong, I love this country.  I think The USA was the best shot humanity had for something approaching true justice and freedom.  But I just can’t shake the feeling that possibility died a long time ago.  I just feel like I’m watching an aging actor or actress who’s trading on the image of what they once were, but after too many face lifts, too many affairs, and too many times believing their own press clippings, just can’t bring the thrill to the performance that they once did. 

Or maybe it’s that old outfielder who just can’t quite cover the corners like he used to and can’t quite get to that low outside fast ball because of too many beers.  He can still rock the fences with a tape measure job if you put one in his wheelhouse, but his time as the unbeatable threat is gone.  He could probably get a few more years if he really tried, but he stopped trying when the love of the game was traded for appearances on ESPN and interviews in SI. 

I don’t mean to be a cynic.  I’m just doing the math and don’t see a way out that doesn’t involve a miracle.  I see two parties who are either completely miscalculating or willfully misinterpreting the masses.  I see 40% of the country being an active hindrance to change, not just a dead weight.  I see people who should be working together, bickering even in victory.  I see the elites snickering into their martinis, pinky extended, self satisfied that they have tied up most of the avenues to power and can prevent meaningful reforms.  Reforms that could cost them power. 

Maybe it’s because I talk to too many people in a day and listen to how deluded they are.  I talk to too many idiots on the left who can’t understand why Socialism is a bad thing.  I talk to too many idiots on the right who still think that truth alone will win the day.  I talk to too many Democrats and Republicans who don’t get just how f’ed up our Economy is and how just plain scary the math looks.  Feh!   Maybe I’m just bipolar and I don’t know it.  But I do know when someone starts singing songs about America, begging God to shed his grace on thee, I get a little worried about what God will send when He’s blue in the face sending grace that keeps getting rejected.   

Perhaps things will turn around soon, but I just don’t see it happening.  The need to call “HARD STARBOARD!” was yesterday and the jagged rocks of the social and financial reality are looming in front of us while our leaders play games (literal and figurative) and smile too sweetly telling us not to worry our pretty little heads.  Well… My head, not so pretty as it is, is worried.  Very worried.  Too worried to sing and pretend it’s all going to be OK.

Welcome to the DH spot, America.  Next stop, crappy local car commercials with loud voiceovers and over emphasized graphics.

Rainy Days And Mondays…

… always get me down.   And today is a double header. 

Also, if you know that song, drop your energy level another 5% due to realizing how old you are. 

Oh look… a Depression Hat Trick.

Monday Writ Large

<whinge> 

If I could just have one more thing to stress about today I might just be able to push my BP over the “HOLY SPIT!” threshold and into the “DIAL 911!” range.  Please God, just one more thing could go wrong today.  Just one?  I mean, really! 

I’ve been good!  Why the hell have you sicked Karma’s Ass Biter Brigade on me today?  Am I paying in advance for something covered with copious amounts of Awesome Sauce?  Should I buy a Lotto Ticket?  Should I put in the paperwork for that Sound Suppressor to the Houston CLEO???? I mean with the feces river undertow I’m trying to swim against today; you’d think I could have saved up enough credit to become the man-god of a small 3rd World country!

Seriously, STOP IT!  I’m not as strong as you evidently think I am.  REALLY! STOP!  My wack-a-doodle switch has a 5 pound pull on it and you’ve just hit 4 and 7/8th.  Enough.  Don’t you have mean people in DC and LA to jack with?  Why can’t you make Barry have a toothache or maybe serve him warm gazpacho soup?   I’m sure some porn king pin in LALA land has some unfortunate test results to get back from the doctor?  Someone else.  PLEASE!

</whinge>

Blah.

There seems to be nothing in the happy pile today.  Maybe I just got to bed too late last night (see previous post)?  Maybe I am not dealing well with reality?  Maybe I need a range session? 

Even the thought of the gunshow this weekend is depressing me.  All the desperate poeple paying $25 for GI AR mags.  Well… maybe the mil-surps won’t be jacked up and I can find something fun? 

I need to go clean my M1.  Nah… that will just take me back to a time when American stood for freedom and get me all depressified again.

What a massive blue funk. 😦  Damn… I’m going all Emo. 

“NURSE RATCHET!  BEER, TUNES, AND MY REVOLVER!  STAT!”


Dante…

Conservative, educated, understands history, distrusts government, distrusts politicians, dislikes pop-culture, and carries a firearm. In short, I'm what The Framers of The Constitution were counting on and everything your government wants you to fear most.

The only thing I don’t have to complain about is some GI taking up space in my living room. I’ll let you know about the Civil Courts if someone ever owes more than $20 to me. ---If you didn’t get that one; sue your Civics or US History Teacher.


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