I Have Feelings and Sometimes They’re Angry Ones

Wow, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?  Things got crazy last month.  I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted to do, mainly because of illness.  And lately I’ve been preoccupied.

AND I’m thinking about posting less on this blog and/or changing the format.  Because life changes and you must adapt.

Anyway, let’s start.  I’d like to mention, this is not a rant.  This is a deliberate response to my feelings.  A rant presumes that I didn’t think things through carefully before I wrote.  I thought things through.  Carefully.

The election was yesterday, and honestly, I wasn’t surprised about anything.  I called it all.  I don’t consider myself a cynical person in any way, shape, or form, but I figured the GOP would take control.  Zach was upset last night.  He took it harder than I did, even though a lot of my personal rights are more at stake.  Here’s kind of how our conversation went down:

Zach:  “This is upsetting.  I can’t believe people are so stupid.”
Me: “Well, things aren’t that great now, I have to worry about what I say on the internet for fear of getting rape and death threats.  Black people are just being gunned down left and right.  Plus, now, we can watch it all burn.  There’s no stability like before to give any sort of wiggle room.”
Zach:  “Well now you get to watch it burn.”
Me: “Muahahaha!!!  Here, have some legalized recreational marijuana to make you feel better.  You can light the joint on the burning flames of our society.”
Zach: “No.  Stop it.”

OK, that was basically an interpretive transcript, but I think you get my meaning.  I did not, however, take creative liberties with the maniacal laugh.  That actually happened.

If you’re reading my blog and are super conservative and don’t care about people before money, I’m not sure why you’re here.  Clearly, you’re lost.  Here, let me help you: http://www.foxnews.com.  I think you will find that style of writing more to your taste.  Please, don’t leave hateful comments, or argue with me, because I don’t really care about being nice or polite.  I am an elderly 28 year old woman.  I will block you and silently flip the bird at the computer.  Don’t get me wrong, I pretty much hate all politicians.  I’m not a fan of a bunch of rich white guys making decisions for everyone.  Because to be honest, most people aren’t rich white guys.  THEY DON’T KNOW BETTER/WE’RE NOT YOUR LITTLE CHILDREN/YOU’RE NOT MY DADDY/DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.  (*It should be noted that the author of this post may have some severe daddy issues*)

I wish I could say I was done with the snarkiness, but hold on a second, I need to share a news story I saw yesterday, that touched me deep to the core:

PTC and the ‘Scandal’ Sex Scene after Charlie Brown

This is much less serious, but I actually laughed out loud when I saw this headline.  I laughed even harder as I read the article, lamenting how children were assaulted with “graphic” sex within 26 seconds after the credits rolled on Charlie Brown.  But a few things came to mind:
#1 – I’m glad someone rewinded their DVR to count the seconds.  Because you KNOW some crazy-ass parent did that.
#2 – It blows my mind that The Great Pumpkin is considered a children’s cartoon, because it features horrible disappointment of childhood beliefs/those children are super mean.  Lucy, WTF is your problem with the football?!  Those aren’t regulation rules!
#3 – I’ve never seen Scandal, but it’s on regular TV, and I’m well versed on TV censorship, so I doubt there was any sort of nudity (kids see more at a public pool), and it’s not porn.  Or worse, HBO. *wink*
#4 – Like I said, I’ve never seen Scandal, but I have a feeling it’s about scandals.  If I was a super conservative parent who was scared my kids might find out sex exists and they might want to talk about it, I’d avoid TV about scandals.  Yes, I’d have my finger on the remote, Fox News!

I’m filing this under my “people will get mad about anything” file.  Seriously.  Worry that your kids are growing up in a society that terrorizes female gamers with threats of violence.  Worry that non-white children their age will probably be victims of violent racism.  Worry that children are starving in America. Worry that some other kid might shoot them at school.  Or in a park.  Or in a theater.  Worry that people have strayed so far from compassion that we don’t know how to take care of each other.  Worry about a lot of things.  But a sex scene on prime time TV is NOT what we need to be worrying about.

Besides, people complaining about sex stuff are boring to me.  Those people BORE ME.

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in the olden days.  But now I get to wear pants.

The sarcasm is strong in this one.

Until Next Time.


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