As Mumsy is incredibly fond of doing, she cornered me at 7.30 this morning for discussion* on Obamacare.
(Having lived with me for the last 28 years, one would think Mumsy would have figured out by now that, like most normal humans, Mich is in no fit state whatsoever so form words or coherent thoughts 5 minutes after getting out of bed.)
She left the house declaring, "WELL IT'S YOUR FAULT, YOU VOTED HIM IN!!!"
Every time she says this (which is often), I want to slap her. Mumsy is not an American citizen and therefore cannot vote. If she wanted, she could become a citizen easily enough because she's been here so long. But she doesn't.
Therefore, she clearly does not CARE enough about it to become an American citizen, which in my opinion means she should shut the feck up about who anyone voted in for president.
No, I am not crazy about Obama. However, I'm pretty sure Mitt Romney was the political equivalent of the f*cking antichrist, so NO, I did not vote for him.
...Anyways, moving on...
I'm not really into politics. I have only a very very very basic understanding of how government works and how countries are run. But it doesn't take a genius to see that this country is getting more corrupt than the rotting carcass of a plague rat baking beneath a 102-degree summer sun.
But no one does anything.
We sit around complaining and holding stupid occupy-wherever "protests," but when it comes down to it, no one actually does anything that will move us towards change.
Once upon a time, back in the days when people wore the most awesome outfits ever devised by man,
the people of France were getting increasingly pissed off by the ruling class. The rich kept getting richer and kept giving fewer and fewer f*cks about the poor, who kept on getting deeper and deeper into the pit of poverty while the price of the basic things they needed (like food, for example), increased to the point where a helluva lot of people could not afford them.
What did the people of France do? I'll give you a hint: they didn't camp outside the King and Queen's palace in an Occupy Versailles protest with colourful signs and hippies holding drum circles.
No. Beginning with a bunch of pissed off housewives, the poor folk of Versailles looted the city armory and marched on the palace, more or less overthrowing King Louis XVI and starting the French Revolution.
We've had a revolution here before, when we got sick of doing what the English told us to do. And we won. I don't see why we can't do it again, only this time, we overthrow all the scumbags currently running things.
I realize I am blatantly doing exactly what that picture^ says not to. But I don't know how to go about starting a revolution. The books on my current reading list that deal with this subject are a few centuries out of date.
I know things in this country could be a lot worse, and we really don't have it that bad and blah blah blah, but that doesn't make things suck any less. ...I feel like maybe I've just lost all patience and tolerance for bullsh*t. I dunno... I'm at the point where I want to punch everyone in the teeth, and going out in public makes me want to annihilate the human race. Living in Bergen County is sapping me of what little empathy and fortitude I had to begin with.
This has some fun side effects, though. I have become blunt to the point that people are afraid of me and my completely non-sugar-coated opinions. >:D
* - That means she's ranting and no one else can get a word in edgewise.