A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That! Damn! Bird! As you may have noticed by the tone of recent entries, i have shifted away from the personal to the political. I have haven't really had anything that could be called a life in quite some time, so i can't really write about that... matters of the heart? hah... any situation where i've exposed my heart has turned out to be a sick, sad joke at best...and i've long since outgrown the cheap thrill of the throwaway fuck politics works... it's something i've studied and pondered on since i was still a child, so unlike other aspects of the world we live in, it's something i have some genuine knowledge of. In political matters, i don't feel the twinge of guilt for my disbeliefs and my cynicism. In pondering and commenting on politics, i can apply the emotions i have toward good rhetoric, instead of futile fancy In this facet, my so-called talent with words finds an application beyond the one it fills at the office. to paraphrase Shakespeare's Richard III, "...therefore, since i cannot prove a lover to entertain these fair, well-spoken days, i am determined to prove (in some respects) a villain" So come on, you check-mailing, 700 Club-watching, Republican wingnuts, you Coulter-quoting, Toby Keith-listening barking fucking moonbats, gimme a minute to get it all together and pour some of your rabid hate in my direction, I've got a soul full of incivility and bile to sling back at the whole goddamn lot of you. And the kicker is, I, at least, will have at least something resembling fact to back up my bullshit. 9:18 p.m. - 2003-11-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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