So I haven’t seen IT yet – the movie to end all movies, the movie that blasts the evil Republicans out of the water making them wince with their own cowardice/disdain of all that is honest and true/extreme shitting on all that is sacred and holy in our otherwise upstanding and beautifully moral nation (sure)……
….But sometimes it’s nice to read what I’m kinda’ thinking and what all the self-righteous ‘Bush makes me so mad I’m going to sit around drinking beer and smoking cigarettes angrily while bitching to everyone within earshot about the factoids I heard on the radio today about how evil and stupid Bush is and repeating ‘Bushisms’ because they are the epitomy of hilarity and prove what an idiot our president is (VOTE FOR DEAN… I MEAN KERRY!! WOO HOO HOO)’ are expressely not saying.
I’m sorry (okay, I’m not), but MM does not mean the world to me. He isn’t my savior. I’m tired of hearing about him. Everyone LOVES talking about how he’s making people ‘think’ and ‘question the world around them’, but all I hear spewing from their lips is the same old bullshit.
And when I say bullshit, I mean the endless, completely pointless faux-arguments, debates and extraordinarily long-winded pontificating speeches — all void of any real discernible thought to any real-world solutions or any openness towards ideas that haven’t been spoon fed to them through their oh-so-pristine ‘alternative’ news sources.
I also mean regurgitated numbers, facts, anecdotes. I also mean spending copious amounts of time trying to help people (meaning me) ‘see things in a different light’, when I (pretty much) already do – but you wouldn’t know that because you won’t shut up. Maybe you just like the sounds of your voices that much…. I don’t know.
Do people really change their political views by young, brash, suddenly-political people sitting there being fiery, indolent and ‘outraged’ — I guess this might be better than being bored to death by hearing how much they’ve memorized on their favorite completely obscure bands or their fascination with 19th century French poetry, or whatever else they’re ‘into’ at the time. Blah.
Tired. Of. It. I’m having a hard time taking some people seriously when they all talk like the robots they are supposedly so very, very, very against. (Same song, different tune)
Quit blabbing and start doing, and when you figure out what it is that you’re doing please clue me in because I would really like to know.
Thank you and that is the end of my admittedly superficial rant on the bogus conversations I’ve been surrounded by and/or forced into lately.
Oh yes, and then there’s this.