Cynic Is Unfunny

As I said in the post below, I have a raging case of cyclical apathy going on right now. It's partly to do with hating my job, hating our Puppet President and mostly to do with just hating America in general. Before I get shouts of "If you don't like it, then leave...nee ner, nee ner", let me point out that I think every idea this country was founded on kicks ass (you know, besides the whole "only white men can own property" thing). Way to stick it to an oppressive country, Revolutionaries!

I hate America because it has turned into the exact thing the people who started this country ran away from. I fucking hate ignorant Americans with their "God Bless America" stickers littering their gas guzzling SUV's and country songs written by some hick describing how we're going to put our boots up those injuns' asses! Oh...sorry, wrong era.

So terrific job American government, for adding 21,000 more young men with families, or young men too young to have yet made families, to the front lines of Baghdad. Terrific job Democrats, for taking majority control of Congress and doing absolutely nothing to change the course of this money/oil pyramid scheme you've set up in the middle of a holy civil war.

And the blame goes deeper still to the people of this country. You. Me. Because you may not have voted for "them", but we still do nothing but turn our heads the other way while a mother somewhere in the Middle East huddles in the corner of her own kitchen, clutching her children, while US soldiers with semi-automatics slither through her home. We fleetingly feel empathy for the US Marine being shot at by an unseen foe...and then we go fill up our SUV's.

So realizing that I'm part of the problem that seems almost impossible to fix, I go to a job I hate, grow apart from the people I once enjoyed the company of and slowly stop caring.