Reactionary

It’s been building up. There are so many irritating things right now that I’ve meant to post about and I just haven’t done it. The whole OHMYGODTHEBLOGDIED incident didn’t make it any easier to keep up. But here they are: (Firstly, the main purpose of this blog is for my own purpose in keeping things in digital format. If there’s anyone reading out there, “Hi.”)

Taxes: I know that old guy said there was nothing more sure than death and taxes, but isn’t it stupid how the government asks you to pay money for a lot of shit you don’t want or need and you’re the sorry loser who has to do all the work or pay to have it done for you? If you make a mistake in their favor, such as not claiming all your deductions, there’s nothing said. You just quietly lose money. If you sorry peon that you are make a mistake in your own favor such as claiming one too many deductions because you don’t speak or read Linear B which is what the tax code is written in, they bust you and make your life not worth living. After the humiliation and ulcer-inducing stress of an audit, you purposely make mistakes in their favor the next year just so you won’t be accused of trying to rip off the American People again.

American People. Bullshit. People who can’t afford kids just shouldn’t have them. I’m tired of paying for schools (public schools which I’ve never used) and retirement for old geezers and the President’s personal vendetta so he can take care of his own Inadequate Son complex. Is it somehow my fault I make decent money and that I’m single and haven’t foisted my spawn onto the unsuspecting world? Why am I being punished for this? They should be paying me for not overcrowding the already overcrowded globe and not being a slacker who says can’t pay my rent yet always magically have my nails and hair done with the welfare cash while toting my mobile (I’ve seen this shit so don’t give me any humanist drivel). Stay off my paycheck, bastards! And then stressing me out over this and make me do more work in the first place is the final insult. Me and a few others at work had this conversation at work a bit ago so I’m not the only one who feels this way.

Jury Duty: Duty, eh? Why exactly? While I admit I love law and politics and few things give me more joy than watching their respective wheels spin, I resent the fact that I got a cold shiver when I got that questionnaire in the mail. Why? Because of work. Again. A girl at work recently had to show up for jury duty as well. She said, in conversation with others, that they like to pick nurses because “they’re unbiased”. Bullshit. Unbiased? Unbiased? Everyone’s biased, whether you admit it or not, and people who say they’re not are lying sods. I don’t want to be included in this bunch because of some stupid stereotype of a docile, “caring”, idealess woman who will nod or shake her head at the instigation of another’s smoke and mirrors. If they’re looking for unbiased, they can stop at my doorstep. I have biases, some fair and some not. I am judgemental and pitiless and biased. I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I admit it and I hate whoever tries to deny it and smooth it out and pretend and pretend and pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s rampant in this country.

U2 tickets: I got an e-mail from U2.com today about the presale that starts THIS week for the fall. &*(#^A$^*@*( They’re going to give priority to Prop subscribers especially those who haven’t been able to use their presale codes. But it’ll be another timed sale, first come first served. Don’t get me wrong. I love them for their bravery in admitting they did something wrong, or allowed something to be done wrong by their inattention, and it makes me so proud of them they’ve done something about it when they were under no obligation to do so. But it sounds like I’m still fucked. No fault of theirs, bless them. But my job’s. I can’t count on being around a computer especially since next week they move me to a new service where once again I’ll be lectured by someone all day long, have no idea what I’m doing, and have my willpower’s chance in a chocolate shop in getting to a computer to attempt anything other than official work charting in the split second I have time to do that anyway. Fuck. Story of my life continues with nothing ever changing, nothing ever happening for the better. And it gets to my last nerve how the whining, whinging, fucking snotty, stuckup, elitist bastards will get through and they’ll be happy. They’ll be reunited with U2 in their happiness, finally “forgive” them and continue on their sick obsession that borders on insanity. Larry told them to fuck off, but they’ll still benefit from the whole thing. That makes me sick. Especially sick is how these people have said things better work out right (right= the way I in my exorbitant stupidity and pride think it should be done because it’ll benefit MEEEEE) or ELSE. Fuck it.

I love U2 for who they are and who they have tried to become. They are the incarnation of being able to do the Impossible. Rock on.

Posted on March 5th, 2005 under Life, Rant, Tunes •  Print •  Email • RSS 2.0 feed • Both comments and pings are currently closed