Friday, January 08, 2010
I don't remember.
I can't remember what I was going to write about. I had an idea and while it wasn't fascinating or Earth shattering it was an idea. Half the battle for me is coming up with a idea or a line that I can write around. Even if I only use that one grain to form the pearl of a rant around than I am good. Kind of pompous right there huh? Grain, pearl; I amuse me sometimes.
Let me see, what is on my mind?
Terrorism--A guy tries to blow up a plane with explosives found in his crotch. Crotch bomb. It's funny but it's not. What is getting on my nerves is the over-reaction. Yes, blowing up things with dick bombs is bad. But nothing bad happened and the passengers stomped the guy. Now is time to tighten up the system. Don't wait for a bigger incident. Forget assessing blame unless negligence can be found.
Winter--It is cold in the winter. I don't want to worry anyone but that is a fact. Don't be a pussy about it. Wear warm clothes in layers. Try to stay out of the wind.
The people I worry about are the homeless. In this country of plenty the fact that we have so many homeless is just a moral outrage. Some people will say there are no moral outrages, that everything is relative. Fuck that. People not having homes or not having heat in the middle of winter because they lack the money is a moral outrage on every level. I don't care what God you believe in or if you believe in one at all; it's just wrong. While it's true some homeless won't come off the street don't use that argument when it comes to kids or families. A safe, warm place to sleep at night should be right not just a privilege. What the hell are taxes for anyway? To give to giant corporations or something?
What? Really? Oh. Never mind then.
Seriously I hope it's only that I am not writing things down as much as I used to because my pen ran out of ink and my notebook is across the room and not early onset Alzheimer's--cuz that would suck. Though it might be cool if I could get the medical pot for that. The problem then becomes what if I forget and some douchebag steals it? Then I can't remember shit and can't get high either.Talk about a double shot of suck ass. I mean, don't let anyone ever say to you, "well, at least it can't get any worse." That my friend is bullshit. It can, and lots of times will, get worse.
So when the fit hits the shan, as it is likely to do. Or the water is rising and you have to stand on your roof waiting for the helicopters. Just tell yourself it can get worse. If it doesn't? Well ain't you a lucky fucker. Laterzzz...
Labels: homeless, memory loss, snow, terrorism
