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apocalypsos) wrote2011-01-09 05:56 am
apocalypsos) wrote2011-01-09 05:56 am
This fucking country, I swear to God.
This morning, while stopping at Sheetz to get snacks for overtime before work started, I spotted a sticker on the back window of a truck beside me which said, "Piss Off A Liberal - Buy A Gun."
This morning, I rolled my eyes.
This afternoon, I probably would have only just barely refrained from throwing a rock through the damn thing.
It's the sort of sentiment which makes me grate my teeth twice as much at times like this, because the right has already decided that the shooter is some bleeding-heart liberal. (Granted, the liberal community has already decided that the shooter is some basket-case Tea Partier, but considering it was a liberal politician who was shot and the right hasn't exactly been dialing back the violent rhetoric, at least they've got some basis for leaping to that sort of conclusion.) It'd be almost morbidly amusing if it weren't for the fact that anytime a Democratic congressperson HASN'T nearly been assassinated, liberals are all supposed to be soft-hearted gun-hating pussies.
Will the right examine their violent turns of phrase and frequent gun metaphors even if the guy does turn out to be a raging Tea Partier? Of course not. They're going to whine that they're being picked on and handwave the whole thing as a fluke committed by a whackjob.
Until it happens twice.
For right now, I'm just sticking with being appalled by the whole morbid situation, and mourning the dead and hoping the wounded pull through, and feeling damn depressed over the state of the union. I reiterate -- this fucking country, I swear to God.
*
Okay, SO.
In an attempt to think about something happier, NEW TOY OMG.
I'm genuinely thinking about skipping overtime today even though I do want to work it because I want to plaaaaaaaay. Troy is an adorable little netbook, honestly, and I spent all of last night distracting myself from current events by tweaking and adding and setting stuff up.
It makes me itch to write, let me tell you. I'm horribly tempted to pack up and head to the gas station cafe and kill a couple of hours poking and playing and generally having a good time with my new shiny. My usual netbook slipcovers don't work -- it's a bit bigger than my other netbook, I imagine because the screen flips and it turns into a tablet -- but luckily my new purse for school has a larger slipcover inside it so I can totally use that.
Is it really bad that I woke up early without setting up my alarm just so I could play with it some more? Heh. New computers are like CRACK. It's so wrong to get so much glee from assigning new backgrounds and re-downloading Firefox. :D
This morning, I rolled my eyes.
This afternoon, I probably would have only just barely refrained from throwing a rock through the damn thing.
It's the sort of sentiment which makes me grate my teeth twice as much at times like this, because the right has already decided that the shooter is some bleeding-heart liberal. (Granted, the liberal community has already decided that the shooter is some basket-case Tea Partier, but considering it was a liberal politician who was shot and the right hasn't exactly been dialing back the violent rhetoric, at least they've got some basis for leaping to that sort of conclusion.) It'd be almost morbidly amusing if it weren't for the fact that anytime a Democratic congressperson HASN'T nearly been assassinated, liberals are all supposed to be soft-hearted gun-hating pussies.
Will the right examine their violent turns of phrase and frequent gun metaphors even if the guy does turn out to be a raging Tea Partier? Of course not. They're going to whine that they're being picked on and handwave the whole thing as a fluke committed by a whackjob.
Until it happens twice.
For right now, I'm just sticking with being appalled by the whole morbid situation, and mourning the dead and hoping the wounded pull through, and feeling damn depressed over the state of the union. I reiterate -- this fucking country, I swear to God.
*
Okay, SO.
In an attempt to think about something happier, NEW TOY OMG.
I'm genuinely thinking about skipping overtime today even though I do want to work it because I want to plaaaaaaaay. Troy is an adorable little netbook, honestly, and I spent all of last night distracting myself from current events by tweaking and adding and setting stuff up.
It makes me itch to write, let me tell you. I'm horribly tempted to pack up and head to the gas station cafe and kill a couple of hours poking and playing and generally having a good time with my new shiny. My usual netbook slipcovers don't work -- it's a bit bigger than my other netbook, I imagine because the screen flips and it turns into a tablet -- but luckily my new purse for school has a larger slipcover inside it so I can totally use that.
Is it really bad that I woke up early without setting up my alarm just so I could play with it some more? Heh. New computers are like CRACK. It's so wrong to get so much glee from assigning new backgrounds and re-downloading Firefox. :D