styles and rage
Oct. 5th, 2006 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotesseI finally gave in and switched to the sposored account. Couldn't resist the icon space. Didn't someone have a Firefox plugin that blocked the ads?
I'm an angry woman these days. From child molestation to Habeas Corpus to sterilization/eugenics, the world is falling apart. Did you know that people actually talk about poor women "pumping out" babies? I thought they only did that in books. And Mr. Mark Foley was abused by a priest *and* had trouble with alcohol *and* harassed kids while the Senate was in session from his PDA. And and and. I am an angry woman, and I've got nowhere to go.
Damn the Democrats for treating us like their own personal collective of abused wives. "No, dear, this time I've really changed," they say to us every election year, and then it gets even worse and we've got black eyes that we didn't used to have. And they've already made sure we've nowhere else to go, and are so damn smug and assured that we'll keep putting dinner on the table every night and putting out in bed whenever they please.
I wish I knew what to do with the anger; right now I'm just alternating between enraged and heartbroken. And headachey and sick, but hey, not like that's really important.
Sorry for the rant, loves. It'll get better. I know that. I'm just not sure how right now.
I'm an angry woman these days. From child molestation to Habeas Corpus to sterilization/eugenics, the world is falling apart. Did you know that people actually talk about poor women "pumping out" babies? I thought they only did that in books. And Mr. Mark Foley was abused by a priest *and* had trouble with alcohol *and* harassed kids while the Senate was in session from his PDA. And and and. I am an angry woman, and I've got nowhere to go.
Damn the Democrats for treating us like their own personal collective of abused wives. "No, dear, this time I've really changed," they say to us every election year, and then it gets even worse and we've got black eyes that we didn't used to have. And they've already made sure we've nowhere else to go, and are so damn smug and assured that we'll keep putting dinner on the table every night and putting out in bed whenever they please.
I wish I knew what to do with the anger; right now I'm just alternating between enraged and heartbroken. And headachey and sick, but hey, not like that's really important.
Sorry for the rant, loves. It'll get better. I know that. I'm just not sure how right now.
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Date: 2006-10-05 06:46 am (UTC)Blessings on your wise and angry head, and your deep and caring heart.
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Date: 2006-10-05 03:03 pm (UTC)