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08.30.04 - 11:01 p.m. Just wanted to write an entry to wipe the last entry into the back of the cupboard. Tired, I am of Leftist, Rightest, Gay, Straight, Christian, Buddhist, American, African...we wanna keep those like-minded close and de-humanize or at least belittle those outside our little click. It's fucking ridiculous. It pisses me off that everyone does it...including me. Including you...you're not squirming away from this Universal blame. We just couldn't stop labeling after tree and sky, huh? Our method for making sense seems to be tearing us all a part. Shit. It also pisses me off that it's not okay to be pissed off anymore. If I don't like the way we do things in this country. I can be pissed off. I don't have to list reasons to appease those who have a different point of view, and my opinion is not up for debate, nor are those protesting in New York. As lame as it may seem to others they hold signs saying ABB, it's their opinion and they don't have to debate it. They have their own reasons to be mad and they are taking it to the streets. Let them exercise their right to demonstrate...and goddammit if they decide to get angry...let them. What was it Ben Franklin said, something along the lines of "best indicators of democracy is dissent." Ok, so not quite the quote...but you get the general idea. America can do better...Guatonomo Bay is a good example of the dark side of American...Anne Coulter is another example. Shit. I'm doing exactly what I didn't want to do. Bitch about the world. Spritopias, sit on your hands, buddy, I don't want to read some middle-road, don't shake the boat, the country is just peachy, note...you've got a voice, I know...but I'm purgin' here...no need to disect. I'm in a poor mood. My neck is in spasms, because I'm turning into Little Man Tate (see the movie...or maybe just part of it) and I worry way too much. It feels as if my entire upper back muscles are trying to trying to crush my bones. Not a lot of mobility. I'd kill for a muscle relaxer and shot of bourbon. Damn, I'm starting to sound like Patsy. God, I wished I sounded like Patsy...or Edwina. Alright, I'm gonna try to go to bed, again. Let's see if I can find some magical position which will allow me to sleep. Damn, I'm grumpy.
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