I keep trying to think of something to write about, but every single time I sit down in front of my computer all I see is a wall of seething, impotent anger.
I see the spineless, selfish, bits of flotsam that are trying to pass themselves off as human in Washington slowly dismantling everything that makes my country great.
I see the Orange Turd Who Would Be King golfing yet again on my goddamn dime while his cronies spit on decency to further enrich themselves on the backs of hardworking Americans.
I see, I hear, and I seethe.
I watch hatred run rampant and unchecked. Anybody not white, male, and Christian is vilified- And sweet Dog help you if you even suggest to these poor souls that they're not, in fact, the victims in this farce.
I turn on the boob tube to see more and more people lying broken and bloodied because some Second Amendment Ammosexual has unleashed terror (but they won't call him a terrorist, that designation is apparently only fit for brown people).
I take a knee with Colin Kaepernick (sorry if I spelled your name wrong, man) and suddenly I hate the military, my country, the flag, a song, and probably apple pie (despite the fact that I was Regular Army and I LOVE apple pie).
There's a lunatic with his fat, stupid, finger poised over the figurative Shiny Red Button of Doom.
And I. Just. Can't.
I'm so tired, and angry, and terrified.
How the hell can I think of kinky fun times when I'm wondering what dose of iodine tablets is safe for a five month-old? Is there a safe dose? When that disgusting, pompous, immature, POS finally pisses off the wrong guy...
I hate this.
Sorry to get political on you all.
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