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Somewhere in the world it is a civilized time out. This is not that place.

Why, god, why?

AND I have time-dependent errands that aren't going to get run.

I'm going to need a hammer in WI. This should scare you all.

When No apparently means "Argue with me harder."

Today I actually feel quite calm. I am like the weather, calm and sunny one moment, angry and thunderous the next. Generally, it's a safe bet to assume you are in tornado country.

Yesterday, however, was a much different issue. In fact, it was such a different issue that I didn't blog about it because I was so angry. So, today, I have three lovely saved-up vitriolic rants to get through.

Bear with me; this will be long.

So, yesterday, Sparky - who I have mentioned before as having a very annoying laugh - decided to attempt to wheedle me into going to see Kill Bill Vol. 2. Bearing in mind that a) I am on the schedule from hell, which entails getting up at 5 am; b) that I have no car and have an hour to an hour and a half bus ride from downtown; c) that I would rather spend the money on having ravens pluck out my eyeballs since I hated Kill Bill Vol.1; and d) that when I say no, I don't mean "Convince me", it was a bit of a suprise that this was not understood.

This conversation went on for TEN MINUTES. I kept saying "No," and he kept trying to flatter me into going, in a very jokey-flattering way that was at least as annoying as the sort of puppy-dog tone he had originally approached me with.

Now, granted, Sparky doesn't read my blog, as far as I know. Granted, he has no idea that I am not saying no to imply "Well, if you ask more." But it is NOT DIFFICULT to figure out that when darumaseye tells him I won't go and I tell him I won't go, that I AM NOT GOING. The ONLY eventuality that would make me go would be if I could debauch Alan Rickman while at the movie. MONEY wouldn't even get me to go.

So, my question is, basically, what the fuck? When did this all change? Did someone send out a memo explaining that no no longer means no and I missed it? Why would I lie? What would it gain me?

For fuck's sake, when I say I'm not going, when I tell you WHY I am not going, (and the clincher should be that I like neither KB1 nor Quentin Tarantino), and when I tell you that under no circumstances save one WILL I go, SHUT THE HELL UP. DON'T keep asking, it just pisses me off. It makes your already-slim chances into non-existent ones. Wheedling doesn't work when you're five, and it CERTAINLY doesn't work when you're in your twenties.

Get a fucking clue.

Of course, this was merely topped by the argument - and I do mean "argument", my voice was raised - that I had with him not half an hour later about exactly WHY he should vote. It DOES NOT MATTER if Bush is doing nothing to impact your life directly; he's impacting MINE, at least, and I personally think that it shouldn't have to impact someone's life to make them vote!

But I, in deference to Sparky's very shallow sensibilities, listed my reasons.
- Environmental protection
- The war in Iraq and its concomitant overcommitment of American troops on foreign soil, and the potential of bringing back the draft.
- The marriage debate.
- The policies of our leaders, including such aspects as the fact that they evidently have no control over the FBI, the CIA, and the NSA.
- The sheer corruption of our leaders.
- The economy and its concomitant recovery plan, which is going precisely nowhere.
- Our foreign policies, particularly regarding Israel/Palestine and Northern Ireland, at least for me.
- The trampling of our civil rights (which WE have let happen).
- A thousand and five other points I have now forgotten.

And all he could say? "So...he only affects me if I want to get married?" It was, to me, a supreme WTF moment.

Bear in mind, my thoughts on the matter are fairly simple. In fact, because I'm having so much fun with lists, here's another one.
- Bush is a moron with dangerous friends, deadly policies, and far too much desire to harm.
- I am not a moron and I understand this.
- I realise that the Democrats are really no picnic either, but they are, at least in some of the ways that matter to me, far better.
- I will vote against Bush, if not for someone else.

So it is not an issue of whether it directly affects you or not! It is an issue of whether you actually think! Do you, in fact, with your silence, support a man as dangerous as this? Because silence equals consent, in this situation. It equals nothing less. Do you want to support this person? His policies? His friends?

Just because you can have the kind of job you want, does that mean that things are going fine for the rest of us? Bear in mind, I'm not an altruist, nor do I give two tugs of a dead dog's cock about most of the rest of humanity. But I cannot assume that because I am fine that everyone else is, and I CAN determine that things have gotten WORSE since Bush came to office!

For fuck's sake, VOTE! Even if you have nothing to vote FOR, there is something to vote AGAINST. ALWAYS.

Now I'm pissed off. The icon debate on [Unknown site tag] will have to wait. I'm going to go break something.

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My update for the day:

Hours of sleep: 6
Pages of Breathe Out added: 4, typed
Breathe Out current word count: 13,190
Phone location: Unknown
Days before vacation: 2
Grommets set: 0
Errands performed: none
Hair colour: Brown
Need for fish: high
Urge to kill: RISING

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It's amazing that it only takes one word to ruin my (regained) good mood.

What word is that?

"Wal-Mart".

There are NO words to describe that den of foul depravity.

Although it IS interesting to realise that none of my angry icons are angry ENOUGH.