if you read one thing about 9/11 read this
I'm in the throes of major self-induced stress today and want to rant about everything and just _can't_.
That said, Megan ran upstairs with the new Get Your War On earlier and I am utterly utterly blown away by it and it oddly gets right to the fucking point:
"I can't believe it's already been two years. I'm so exhausted -- I feel like I started running a marathon on September 12, 2001 and I haven't stopped since. And I'm fucking sick of it. I'm sick of feeling like I gotta read the newspaper every day. I'm sick of having to open my atlas every goddamn time there's a new terror threat. I'm sick of President Bush acting like half our allies in the war on terrorism aren't total fucking creeps. I'm sick of Donald Rumsfeld's gray skin and naked contempt. I'm sick of feeling queasy every time I go to the gas station. I'm sick of trying to remain optimistic. I'm sick of hearing about refugees and kids with no fucking arms. I'm sick of left-wingers and right-wingers slinging shit and trying to out-patriot each other. I'm sick of Lower Manhattan's skyline looking like... Decatur, or some fucking two-bit wannabe metropolis. And I'm sick of all the tattered, fading flags -- buy a new fucking flag if you're such a fucking patriot, for fuck's sake! I'm sick of my friends being unemployed. I'm sick of my kids asking me when the world will be better. I'm sick of not trusting anybody with a microphone. I'm truly sick of dumb motherfuckers that think Saddam Hussein had something to do with it. I'm sick of think tanks. Fucking stupid think tanks -- would you stop thinking and fucking fix something for fuck's sake? I'm sick of people who argue with me. I'm sick of worrying if I've been wrong all along. I'm sick of people writing speeches for children and giving them to adults. I'm sick of Joe Lieberman. Please, please shut up, Joe Lieberman. I'm sick of sirens. I'm sick of the smell of alcohol. I'm sick of crying when I hear Rhapsody in Blue I'm sick of sometimes feeling empty."
"You know what I'm sick of? I'm sick of my cousin being dead."
That said, Megan ran upstairs with the new Get Your War On earlier and I am utterly utterly blown away by it and it oddly gets right to the fucking point:
"I can't believe it's already been two years. I'm so exhausted -- I feel like I started running a marathon on September 12, 2001 and I haven't stopped since. And I'm fucking sick of it. I'm sick of feeling like I gotta read the newspaper every day. I'm sick of having to open my atlas every goddamn time there's a new terror threat. I'm sick of President Bush acting like half our allies in the war on terrorism aren't total fucking creeps. I'm sick of Donald Rumsfeld's gray skin and naked contempt. I'm sick of feeling queasy every time I go to the gas station. I'm sick of trying to remain optimistic. I'm sick of hearing about refugees and kids with no fucking arms. I'm sick of left-wingers and right-wingers slinging shit and trying to out-patriot each other. I'm sick of Lower Manhattan's skyline looking like... Decatur, or some fucking two-bit wannabe metropolis. And I'm sick of all the tattered, fading flags -- buy a new fucking flag if you're such a fucking patriot, for fuck's sake! I'm sick of my friends being unemployed. I'm sick of my kids asking me when the world will be better. I'm sick of not trusting anybody with a microphone. I'm truly sick of dumb motherfuckers that think Saddam Hussein had something to do with it. I'm sick of think tanks. Fucking stupid think tanks -- would you stop thinking and fucking fix something for fuck's sake? I'm sick of people who argue with me. I'm sick of worrying if I've been wrong all along. I'm sick of people writing speeches for children and giving them to adults. I'm sick of Joe Lieberman. Please, please shut up, Joe Lieberman. I'm sick of sirens. I'm sick of the smell of alcohol. I'm sick of crying when I hear Rhapsody in Blue I'm sick of sometimes feeling empty."
"You know what I'm sick of? I'm sick of my cousin being dead."
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I *heart* GET YOUR WAR ON (the bit about the atlas cracks me up) and yes, fuck the whole unemployment/underemployment nightmare.
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Was that in Rolling Stone? I need to find it.
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Yeah.
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