Dear all:
Have you ever wanted to saw open the top of a calculator and see where all the numbers live?

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Welp...

I feel sick to my stomach - that sour, churning feeling that bubbles up and around. I feel betrayed. I feel berated and belittled. I feel too controlled.

Get out of my life. Get out of my house. Let me choose. It's **my** life, dammit, and I'll live it however I damn well please.

Love me, hate me, damn me, curse me - agree or disagree, but this is all bullshit. Pure, unadulterated bullshit.

What do we do now?

When did government become ignore the people instead of for the people, by the people?

Alright, sure: we may look back on this ridiculous push for what amounts to **my** future in personal terms - and the futures of my nieces and nephews, and the futures of my children, their children, and all the children. Did they not think about the children?

Dear people: we've been going down this slippery slope for quite a while now, and I believe that this is the cumulative point. This is when all goes to pot. This is when we all feel screwed over. And I know that maybe at one point we could see this as something of a good thing, but what makes us - what makes me, anyway - feel hurt and screwed over is that no one listened to me. My voice went unheard. The only "special interest" I have is that I want to choose. So what if I run my life to hell in a handbasket - it's my damn life, you know!!!!

And no, Dear Mr. President, we did not rise above the weight of our politics - you did not hear our voice. You hear only what you want to hear - you are the cause of the premiums that shot up when I opened my mail, just to let you know. And you, sir, can use all the pretty words you want. But I know what they mean without having to reach for a dictionary. And they don't fool me. Like many authors, you, sir, are a very eloquent code switcher. Look it up, if you don't understand or know what I mean.

Mr. President, I am not racist. I was happy that we were able to put a man of color into the highest seat in the country. I did not vote for you - granted - because I do not agree with your politics. As an independent, I am not blinded by what other blind acolytes follow. I do not simply go with one party or the other just because I am with that party. I am one of those people who sit on the fence, and it is your job to tip me one way or the other. Before I vote, before I do anything, I always look up facts - look up what's what.

As far as I'm concerned - right now - I am screwed over. Completely. Because right now, I have to live in today. What about my student loans? Are you going to charge me x-amount more because I have a loan to help me pay for my college? Are you going to charge me x-amount more to help pay for health care? Why should I be penalized for that because I have a loan taken out? Are you going to pay for my food? My rent? What is this that I'm hearing about the student loans sneaked in in this other bill? This - tonight - was the first that I've heart of it. What does this entail? How will this lower my costs? (And no, I'm not being facetious, I really want to know. Someone tell me, please.)

I consider myself pretty open-minded - although my parents would disagreed. Why - dunno. Don't care. It's what I consider myself. Most other people consider me a bitch. Most people who know me know that I'm tough when I want to be, but mostly I'm a big, gooey pile of I-wanna-help-you. Maybe that's why I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach. Like someone has spit on me and told me, "Screw you".

I've yet, though, to see what the future holds. I'll try to keep an open mind, but right now, I feel that this is all going to screw us all over. Listen to us, dammit! Listen to the voice of the people! We are the ones who give you your jobs. We should also be able to take them away.

1 comment:

  1. OK, NOW TELL ME, WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU ARE THE PRESIDENT, HOW DO YOU PUT "CHANGE" INTO MOTION.

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