Hello again ATS... I've come, once again, to hopefully talk you out of a few minutes of your time. I am thankful when I can do this. Your time is
valuable and I do endeavor to respect that fact. Hopefully I succeed more often than I fail.
Currently I sit at a desk, as most of you probably are also doing. My desk has a shelf across the back of it, upon which sits my monitor. I am a
modest man, of modest means, and I have a modest monitor. This means that there is shelf space on both sides of the monitor, open and frequently used.
As of this moment, to the right of this monitor, is a bottle of prescription Motrin, of which I have just taken one pill from. To the other side of it
sits a bottle of Crown Royal, a can of Pepsi, and an empty glass.
The Motrin was taken to alleviate the throbbing pain in my temples. The Crown? Well once the Motrin takes care of the woes of the body, the Crown will
then be used to take care of the woes of the mind.
Plan "A" was to down the Motrin, wait for the headache to ease up a bit, and then to pour the Crown and drink it. Then I realized that I would
probably end up posting at some point tonight... and, as we've all seen, booze and keyboards are a bad mix. I suggest a bill about TOTWI be
legislated - typing or texting while intoxicated - and it be made illegal. More needless laws, you say? I retort. I've drunken texted enough to know
that I'd rather have paid fifty bucks in penalties and been dissuaded after the first occurrence, than to have kept doing it over and over again! And
I've gotten more than a few drunken texts that should have cost somebody a stiff penalty! But I digress...
According to Charles Darwin, mankind evolved from the primordial ooze so that we could, one day, have the faculties and awareness to
text while intoxicated. So maybe I've missed the mark here.
I wonder if Mr Darwin ever pondered the notion that we can use our higher functions to deliberately separate ourselves from them? This strikes me as
ironically funny... but that is a rant or chit chat for another day. For now I will address the reasons for my woes, both physical and
It's politics you see.
Normally I am a person who thrives upon and deeply enjoys political conversation. Even if it does have the pesky quality of making friends into
enemies and, occasionally, turning enemies into friends, I still feel it a worthwhile thing to be interested in. After all, the word "idiot" comes
from the Latin idiota
, which, in turn, came from the Greek word idiōtēs
“person not involved in public affairs, layman”
...so it seems inherent that part of not being an idiot would mean keeping up with social issues, politics in particular. Especially since that words
original form literally meant citizen.
. I happen to be a citizen, by accident of birth... so my
participation is implied. I can accept that. It is a fair trade off to live in a decent country. I get to sit here at night and speak my mind, so
it's just that I should be somewhat aware of what's going on around me. It's the least I can do. But that's where the headache kicks in hard.
Have you tried keeping up with politics lately??? It's like someone combined the WWE, with Ringling Brothers... threw in the plot line from a bad
reality TV show, and then asked fifty morons to try and explain it to us, as we all sit blindfolded while being waterboarded. It has truly gone
Last election cycle we had the odd reality that a Candidate who was not
born in the United States was running against one who was. And the fun
part of that is that the rumor mill somehow reversed it all! Google it! McCain was born in Panama!
That whole birther thing had me twitching
and needing a drink four years ago. But that was pretty much the one outrage of the election cycle that sticks out in my mind.
This time around? From the
that keeps coming along, as best I can tell, our
President is a Muslim, reptilian alien, Bildeberger, communist who was born in Africa, Indonesia, and Hawaii - who was seen as the messiah to a
certain set of people - and he is running against another reptilian alien, Bildeberger, who might be Mexican, is certainly Mormon, and has some sort
of bizarre dislike of women, the poor, and seems to be an infallible messiah to a certain set of people.
And I'm just giving an overview. A quick glance at the first four pages of recent posts will show you just how muddied the waters actually are. At
this point I am so confused that all I can think is that we need to get Bain Capital to take over the Obama phone system - so that we can then
outsource the free phones to another country??? It's madness! For every bit of truth I come across, I find twenty absolutely mind numbing lies - from
BOTH sides of the issue. And for every lie? DOZENS of blind believers.
Politics has been invaded by the meme culture. And that is what is killing my head. That is why I have Motrin and Crown Royal on board and poured. To
numb the buzz of bologna that has infiltrated my being by way of this tsunami of propaganda. It's like both parties went out to find the people who
created lulz catz and hired them to run the campaigns. THE OTHER SIDE JUST HAD A BLOGGER POST A MASSIVE LIE ABOUT US.... WE NEED A MEME AND WE NEED
ONE RIGHT AWAY!!!!
Where does it end? Am I the only one
with this headache?
I have to get drunk, for real, to counter the drunken state that the BS has my mind spinning in. I have to double negative, reverse psychologize, and
just to try and regain focus! And that propaganda drunk I just mentioned? Look around you. The whole damned country is three
sheets to the wind on it. It's like an open bar and we're ALL in party mode!
Ironic that it's considered to be a bad thing ( still illegal in some states ) to vote while drunk. Many of us have had real life situations where we
got drunk and spotted that perfect TEN at the bar - and went into pursue mode - only to wake the next morning, sober, and with a solid FOUR laying
next to us. This is very much the same type of situation in my opinion. We are drunk on false information and we are all in full on pursuit mode.
What's going to happen when we wake up in the morning? Oh, and when you wake up with a four from a bar? It's an uncomfortable cup of coffee and
maybe a breakfast before the "I'll call ya". But with this?
It's a four to eight year hangover.
You might want to follow my example and empty your medicine chest and your liquor cabinet onto your desk too. I think we're all going to need some
relief before it's said and done.
Thanks for reading.