LIFE'S A BITCH, AND THEN YA DIE

We never know how lucky we really are. I spend a lot of time bitching about shit that doesn't matter. I guess it is my manic depressive nature, but hey! shit really bothers me, ya know?

Being a son of the Buddha, I try - I really do - to do the things the Enlightened One would wish we do. I have made much success in this, but find I lack in areas that are important to the discipline. I deal with anger a lot. I have good 'ol PTSD - compliments of Uncle Sam and Ho Chi Minh. Some shit really pisses me. I expect - no, demand - order in my life. I need routine to make me whole. I wish I were more spontaneous, yet realize that the act of spontaneity must come naturally. I am very antisocial, which surely doesn't go well with my Rosie.

Yet, I survive. I make good money from my work. I never have to leave home to make money. I have to deal with people like my editor, Lauren Blair, but I think she is trainable. So what the fuck? What pisses me off?

Much of it comes from the political situation in this country. The Shrub has made it clear that he will have his own way, and the Dems in Congress are a bunch of pussies. I hate to sound sexist, but we have a broad as speaker of the house, and her shit just ain't getting it.

So I complain. I will of course vote in the next election. But I am faced with a choice I find unsettling. I have no wish to see another Clinton in the White House. And I sincerely don't think a woman would make a good President, even though qualified. Do we want Slick Willie back in the White House? Vote for the Ice Queen - you will get your wish.

I am no longer a Pollyanna. I find it hard to say my cup is half full. So where to we go from here? Inquiring minds want to know...

Fuck it, don't mean nothin'

Charlie~

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