The 23 Apples of Eris

I heard we just trained them to do to each other what we were doing to them: militarized oppression, prison torture, and crumbling infrastructure.

I heard they aren’t even allowed labor unions; I mean, who are they going to blame when management closes the oil wells?

Foreign policy, gay marriage, telling progressives to “make me care”, the health care debacle where they kept rewriting it to please the Con. The complete lack of change. The dismissive attitude towards hope. Seriously, the more I see of Obama, the more I wonder whether he’s just our old friend George in for a third term.

Mark Twain was right. If voting made any difference, they wouldn’t let us do it.

I’ll go one step further: If the president had any power, they wouldn’t let a black man get elected. So, the good news is: it’s not the black man’s fault. The bad news is: they’ll blame him for it anyway.

I am slowly becoming as cynical as the Troll Discordians. This upsets me because I don’t like hating. Please, I beg of you all, how do I not become a victim of society’s complete and total fuckedupness? And, for once, locking myself in my room, curling into a ball, and writing erotic fiction about teddy bears is not the answer.