When I started this blog, I swore I wouldn’t become too political, because politics can ruin everything — fast, so this may be my only real sociopolitical diatribe. Before I begin this rant, let me apologize in advance for any statements I may make that might offend some of you. Please remember that I am just a single person (and a strange one at that), so my opinions don’t really matter anyway.
The buildup of anger that I have repressing for so long started after 9-11, when Bush & Company lied about weapons of mass destruction and never stopped lying about everything that mattered, i.e. Iraq, the economy, Haliburton, torture, Cheney’s psychopathology, etc. for the entire eight years that Dubya was in office. I’m still amazed and ashamed that we reelected that moron for a second term. It shows how godawful stupid we are. On that disheartening day, I wanted to move as far away from the U.S. as possible. Siberia seemed like a relatively reasonable choice–anywhere but here.
Now we are in real financial trouble, and it seems like nobody wants to take responsibility for it. Certainly Wall Street is partially to blame, but so is every American who has purchased a McMansion that he/she can’t afford, and who has maxed out the credit cards in order to buy the latest Gucci bags and gaming computers. Now these bankrupt people who have been living way beyond their means and not paying their bills are weeping bitterly and imploring their savior, Obama Most Revered, to come to their aid, and Obama is saying, “forgive them, for they know not what they do.” In the darkest, blackest recesses of my soul, I’m thinking, “NO, we should not help these liars and cheaters, who prevaricated about their incomes and assets and everything else they could think of so they could purchase that beautiful new Yukon that gets 10 miles per gallon on the interstate. If they wanted it so badly, let ’em live in it.” The sad thing is that I’m going to have to pay (and pay and pay) for their narcissism, even though I’ve always lived within my means, and I’ve never, ever been behind on a mortgage payment.
I’m just sick of us, sick, sick, sick! We are a bunch of greedy, grasping, ignoramuses who only care about ourselves and our silly little lives. I started becoming really annoyed while reading Mister Pip, because I realized I knew nothing about the setting of the novel. I didn’t know where Bougainville island was, or what country (or countries) it was affiliated with. My ignorance appalled me, and this made me become even more upset about the state of things. Why is it that we’re more concerned about Britney Spears than we are about Darfur? Do we even know how to find Darfur on a map? Why are we lining the pockets of preachers instead of filling the coffers of the World Wildlife Fund? What has happened to us?
This morning was my breaking point. I was listening to the Today Show as I was getting ready for work, and Meredith Viera was interviewing some guy about Bristol Palin’s breakup with her baby daddy. I remember thinking that I don’t give a flying f*#k about Bristol Palin or her boyfriend, just like I don’t care about the insanity of the octumom or what Michelle Obama is doing, or how to get in shape for swimsuit season, or how to bake a raspberry torte. It’s like we’re hiding from the real world, and the media is promulgating our shallowness and stupidity.
Maybe it’s time for the U. S. to collapse. Maybe we should let the banks fail and the car manufacturers disappear. Maybe it’s time to get a dose of reality and find out what it’s really like to scrabble for survival. Maybe it’s time we care more about the planet than we do about our spoiled bratty little selves. The problem is that everything is so interconnected that if we fall, there goes Europe, and if Europe falls, there goes the rest of the world. Crap!
So I’m right back where I started from–frustrated and unhappy about the state of the union. I’m not sure whether this made me feel better or not, but at least it made me feel. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? No, it really doesn’t mean a damn thing.