Silence Shares in a Thousand Lies

I have to speak out against all this bull shit. My mind hasn't been silent, but my fingers have. Each day, I see, hear, or read something else that makes me want to scream. I have to let it out, yes, partly for my own sanity, but I have to try to make some kind of difference.

I know myself too well to make promises, but I am just sick of all the blatant lies people swallow without thinking. I really don't understand why people haven't stormed Washington and locked up all three branches of government. They all suck.

The Executive Branch has put us in a nose dive, the Legislative Branch keeps pumping the fuel, and this analogy's Air Marshal, the Judicial Branch, has blindfolded themselves. Meanwhile, we're sitting in the back, bitching that there's no in-flight movie, demanding more peanuts.

We all kind of suck. Maybe we should leave and give the continent back to the Native Americans? I'm not sure they'd want it now, though.

If 9/11 was covered the way the rape of our country is being covered, we barely would have heard about it. "A weather balloon setting off fire crackers crashed into a building in New York this week. Nearly two thousand buisness and emergency personell quit their jobs and tore the building down to prevent it from happening in the future."

That would be some impressive spin.

This blog may just be one square of toilet tissue against the great monsoon of diarrhea (great imagery, eh?), but I am like Quilted Northern. My one square will do more than it's fair share.