Ranty rant rant.
I’ve been ranting online a lot. Before October of last year, I never posted a comment on any blog online. I was the perennial lurker. Then I popped my comment cherry on Mollygood. Today I just popped my black cherry on Stereohyped.
I’ve been feeling more than a little pissed off lately.
Maybe it’s John McCain and his “senior moments”. You’re fucking 72! Move to Florida, not the White House. I do not want to look at this fucking crypt keeper of a human being for the next four years. 100 more years in Iraq? Really? FUCK.
This guy? Really!?!?!?!?!?
Maybe it’s Hillary Clinton and her “35 years of experience.” Doing what?! What did she do? Besides vote to authorize this war, and vote for the Kyl-Leiberman Act. Someone please tell me. (I know she’s done more. It’s hyperbole. But these are reasons (1) and (2) that I cannot vote for her.)
Maybe it’s the stupid ass Charlotte Allen who wrote probably the most offensive anti-feminist rant to be published in the mainstream media in recent years. It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.
Maybe it’s Bill O’Reilly calling for Michelle Obama to be lynched, then excusing the use of his Jim Crow rhetoric by referencing a black pastor (I don’t think it was Jeremiah Wright, but it could have been… actually, I’m not sure who it was, but I heard it as I was flipping through the AM stations on my way to Air America and happened to land for a split miserable second on the No Spin Zone) who counseled his congregation on ways to deal with “public lynchings” as if a white man calling for the lynching of a black woman is the same as a black man discussing his experiences on surviving the metaphorical public lynching. Hey Bill, meet me at Sylvia’s Restaurant in Harlem. We’ll drink some ice tea, motherfucker.
Motherfuckin' Ice T.
Maybe it’s the neocons screaming that Michelle Obama is anti-American when she, as a black woman, dared express that she was finally proud of her country. As if this country has given black people much to be proud of.
Maybe it’s white people, in response to arguments about how tough black people have had it in this country, saying “yeah, well my ancestors used to work in factories or laundromats or as maids” ignoring the fact that black people didn’t come here to escape persecution in their own countries. THEY WERE STOLEN FROM THEIR OWN COUNTRIES. I’m sorry about the potato famine. That sucks. But it ain’t the same.
And then there’s that particular brand of ign’ant white folks who say “yeah, well, if it weren’t for us you’d be living in your grass huts trying to hunt your dinner with a spear.” Maybe I would. But it would be MY spear, and MY dinner. Fuck. Nevermind that the slave trade destroyed healthy thriving kingdoms, communities, villages, whatever, in Africa. FUCK. [NOTE: Yes, this looks like a strawman argument... however, I did see this argument on a blog somewhere and am currently trying to find and link it.]
I can haz haus neegro?
Maybe it’s the fact that my acupuncturist went snowboarding in Mammoth last weekend and I didn’t go to acupuncture last week.
Maybe it’s my pituitary tumor growing arms and legs. I have been getting more headaches lately, come to think of it.
Whatever it is, I seem to be angry and using the world “fuck” online a lot.
I need to simmer down.