tinhuvielartanis | Mar. 20th, 2005

I am in a foul mood. So...I'm going to make a list of things/people/situations that piss me off.

Republicans: every one I've ever encountered has been a narrow-minded, mean-spirited minion of Evil. I'm sure there are some nice ones out there, but I have yet to meet one.

Tori Amos: a cheap imitation of Kate Bush. She needs to have her lips stapled shut and, if that doesn't work, she needs to be thrown off the Tallahatchie Bridge to sleep with Billy Joe McAllister. We hates her, yes we do, precious.

The Arctic Refuge: it's going to be raped and pillaged by Oil Barons who need to have their dicks ripped off by angry polar bears.

The Terri Schiavo issue: the Rightwing Xtians need to stop and ask themselves if being hooked up to a feeding tube would be something ordained by god. I don't recall it ever being mentioned in their precious Bible. Removing ourselves from our natural state is a sin and, if life support isn't walking away from the way in which god would want us to exist, I don't what is. If you can't survive on your own without the help of machines, tubes, or anything Borg-related, that's a big hint that you should not remain alive. It could even be a hint from god saying that it's time to go home. All this is, is an underhanded ploy by the anti-choice crowd to take away women's rights. Fuck them, one and all!

Dragons: why can't they exist today? I think it would be beyond dandy to have a creature that could kick our collective human arses without hardly any effort whatsoever. We need dragons, sea monsters, aggressive aliens with laser beams, Godzilla, and anything else bent on mashing us into the ground to come swiftly and wreak havoc.

The Pit: we're short another person. Tasha Yar left last week for greener pastures, and rightfully so! They had her doing a full-time person's job as a temp with no benefits, pay, or recognition. But now, Judy and I have to get a crash course in Exports on top of everything else we do. I'm not happy about this, no I'm not, not at all.

Sony: They did Jeff Lynne so dirty a few years ago. He had such a wonderful thing going on with his reformed ELO, but did Sony support him with any press or promo? Hell no! They all but pressed him into the moat of obscurity with a big steamroller. Fuckers. I hope they're happy. And I hope Jeff Lynne rises from the ashes with wonderful music and magic.

Spring: Yeah yeah, Happy Alban Eiler. Whatever. Winter is gone and I didn't see one goddamned snow storm. Sure, we got a tiny ice event, but that was it. I've been robbed! Where's the Cold Miser when you need him? DAMN DAMN DAMN!

I can't think of anything else right now. I could talk about Tori Amos some more, but why bother? She's just not bloody worth it.

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