chasing the sun

So angry I can hardly draw breath, I am writing so I can stay a little bit sane through it.

I hate this war – that people are dying for oil and misogynistic domination of the Middle East. I mean no disrespect to the dead and wounded or to those serving, doing their duty, I just feel pissed that they have to do it at all.

I swear this war is turning into Vietnam. Not to be dramatic, but seriously, there are a lot of similarities between LBJ – the country boy from Texas who escalated the “police action” in Vietnam – and our man George W. No set deadlines, commitment to success that is marginal at best no matter what he says. Never retreat, never admit defeat, never concede a damn thing until all possible hope of victory is lost (Remember the Alamo!) and then run out the back door, tail firmly tucked between your legs. It’s what Johnson did. And soon old George will be saying his goodbyes and leaving the mess to someone else…maybe Hilary Clinton…hmmmm…

It’s amazing that we’re calling this a fight for democracy, yet we are aggressively barging into people’s private property (a highly prized American value) and taking away their rights to free speech, to bear arms, to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness all because we have some jumped-up idea of what will make people happy and what will “make the world a better place.”

All this while evils are being perpetrated against helpless and oppressed peoples all over the world…I’ve been watching BBC news and reading stories online about wars and rumors of wars and psycho corrupt dictators who are kicking poor people out of their homes in an effort to “Drive Out Rubbish.” (No, seriously, that’s what they’re calling it in Zimbabwe). I’m not for killing for the sake of killing, but surely we can spare a few snipers to run off and assassinate a few fascist world leaders.

And I read that Benny Hinn (faith healer/worker of miracles) successfully insulted about a million Nigerian Pentecostals because he wasted four million dollars on a conference that was supposed to attract six million people, money in hand and looking for miracles. Instead, he only managed a measly one-million attendees, six-hundred thousand of whom he berated from the stage for their lack of integrity. He’s refused to pay for anything…except for maybe the flight home on his private Gulf Stream jet, and his body guards and a shopping spree on Rodeo drive to calm his nerves when he returns to his Bel Air estate in Cali. Oh wait…he won’t actually be paying for any of that either…

And finally, I’m fully annoyed with Tom Cruise. He’s turned into the white male version of Oprah all of a sudden talking about “Don’t use psychotherapy drugs because I know since I’m well-versed in the history of psychiatry!” and “I’m crazy in love with the chick from Dawson’s Creek that I met 3 weeks ago!” and “Become a Scientologist, it’s like a cult, but without the kool-aid!”

Ok, I’m done ranting...

For now