The other day someone asked me why I don’t write about world events more.

Frankly, I’m angry enough without writing about world events. I am a rage filled bastard. World events just fill me with more rage.

For example: Iran is holding a Holocaust Conference where only Holocaust deniers (more or less) were invited. Your friend and mine, David Duke was there. You know, the ex-KKK leader, yeah, inklings of recognition there. That French asshat who believes that there were no gas chambers or ovens in the concentration camps, yep, he was there. I could continue, but I’ve made my point. How could this conference not fill me with rage? Yeah that’s right; those warehouses full of stolen goods, hair, personal trinkets … were all faked. Those precisely kept records of Jewish, gypsy, homosexual and communist prisoners, execution dates and mountains of self-incriminating evidence … yeah, didn’t you know, we Jews faked all of that. The sudden disappearance of millions of Jews over the span of 3-4 years? Yeah, we faked that too. The confessions of SS Soldiers, high level Nazis … we paid them off with our mountains of hoarded cash to lie for us and get themselves hung. (Just so you know, that is bitter, bitter sarcasm you detect in my writing. It’s hard for me to write when I am filled with rage.)

If this wasn’t bad enough, there is the situation in Darfur. (Apparently we didn’t learn from the Holocaust as too many people in that area deny it ever happened.) Then there is the War in Iraq that seems to be a hopeless and getting worse. How many people died last month? What? The highest death toll yet! Woo! Don’t even get me started on local shit. People are all up in arms about the cops shooting a 90+ year old woman after invading her house on a drug raid. Mind you, she shot three of them (one of them twice) before they took her out.

So, just because I don’t write about world events, it doesn’t mean that I live in the dark about what is going on in the world. I am full and well aware about the suck that surrounds me. Fuck, I listen to new radio on the way to work and on the way home. (And I sit in a shit pot load of traffic, so yes, I do actually get a good helping of the news.) I don’t need to rant about it. There are countless other blogs that can do that if that is what you want to read. Hell, there are even good blogs out there that write about these things. I don’t have a good blog, I have a shitty blog. I have a shitty blog where I say fuck. A lot.

I don’t need to get worked up over world events when my rage is ruffled by people actually around me. You think I need a double helping of it? Fuck no.

When I have something to write about, I write about it. But I’m not going to go out of my way to say,”Oh hey, this happened in the world, I should say something about it like the 5 million other people are today.”

I am in a bad mood today. I was in a bad mood yesterday. I suspect I will continue to be in a bad mood for the remainder of the week. Things only seem to be getting shittier as the year end approaches and, quite frankly, I don’t think they’re going to get better. Don’t tell me to be optimistic. I’m not an optimistic person, nor am I a pessimistic person. I’m a realist. I don’t sugar coat things and I don’t shit coat them. I take things for what they are. Sometimes, things aren’t going to be okay. So, let me have my foul mood. Let me see that the world is full of shitty, shitty things on a world, local and personal scale.

Eventually I’ll lighten the fuck up when I can unwind the knots from my shoulders and my stomach. Eventually I’ll be able to hold the steering wheel of my car with something other than a white knuckled, kung-fu grip and I will have the time and mental capacity to relax. Now is not that time.

Fuck, I hate this time of the year. And it’s not just because of the holidays.

Posted by Utopia at December 11, 2006 12:15 PM

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