VIRB

I miss Bill Hicks. Sometimes, I forget that he's talking about Daddy Bush during his routines but, dammit, it's as if he could be standing there right now speaking about The Demon Offspring (TDO). It's amazing the similarities except, TDO is as whacked as they come. Living in Texas for many years, I was already tired (read: sick to death) of TDO by the time he was elected President. So, I thought, ok 4 years, it's just 4 years, I can do this! I'll be patient because no one in their right mind will re-elect this bastard! So, elections come around again and this time I found a few online outlets which allowed my information addiction to take full-hold of me. Alrighty, this time he won't be re-elected and we can go back to our regularly scheduled program. Everyone can hear what he's saying right?! People know he is crazy right?! Everyone knows that he is lying about all of this Iraq crap right?! Seriously, they must...they absolutely have to know!

Well, apparently they didn't.

I was ridiculously depressed after his re-election. I was astounded, appalled, pissed off, etc. and so forth, as were many others. At the time, a few communities were my stomping grounds, my crying grounds, my support. I usually just read but never posted for a variety of reasons. My mom didn't get why I was so depressed but that's because she is Southern Baptist, bless her heart. Pardon the sweeping generalization but I have yet to meet an SB that didn't feel like my mother about Bush. She is the most beautiful person I've ever known, honestly, but we really live on separate planets on this one.

Anyway, back to Bill. He had it right. Our America is consumed. Consumed by Reality TV, Home Shopping Networks, sitcoms developed for the sole purpose of brain cell depletion, the non-reality of our reality. Our reality can be pretty scary when you look at it at face-value. If you read the information available, outside of the MSM, it can be frightening. Frightening because, at first glance, we feel so helpless in making any real changes; however, we can change it. I watch videos about Vietnam; read the war stories, the history...the real history, not the "pretend" Vietnam. I was so proud of those people who fought and lived and died for what they thought was right, eventhough they didn't realize that they were being lied to at the time. I was also proud of those that stood up and sat down, lived and died, for what they thought was right. This was America, we could do that then.

There was a 'movement,' a movement of people that were Anti-War, Pro-Peace, however you want to word it but the sentiments were undeniable. We have many people marching now for the same ideas, or at least similar ideas, but I have yet to feel the 'movement' of people to stop something so heinous, so completely wrong in every sense of the word. The movement is apathetic, maybe? What are the reasons we are not moving towards the same kind of movement? Isn't it our voices that need to be heard? Don't we realize they work for us, not the other way around? I think we forgot about that part. We have our men and women, and Iraqi & Afghan men, women & children dying every single day for someone and something that has gone mad. Aren't we sick of hearing that? Where is our movement? What is the word or phrase that needs to uttered before we move? How many more should die? Should we wait for Congress to decide to get some balls and do something, ANYthing about this administration? Impeachment is off the table? What the fuck is that about? It should never be off of the table because it was given to Congress, almost as a present all tied up with a bow & everything, with a card that says, "Open if your President has become a complete fucking nutcase and/or if he said God wanted him to be President." Oh wait, I forgot, we have to wait because this is all political and it's all about politics not human beings, nope, not about killing innocent men, women, and children...not one bit. I'm so fucking sick of hearing that, hurry up and wait. Sure, let's wait some more.

All I want to know is when do we get up, collectively, out of our easy chairs and bike, walk, crawl, drive, car-pool, fly, ride a damn pogo stick for God's sakes to wherever it is and tell America that we're done, we've had enough to eat and we are full to the point of vomiting. But it's as if we are in Caligula's Rome where gluttony ran amuck...eat & drink too much? No problem, run out to the trench we dug and throw it all back up. We've got a lot more here waiting for ya! Now the trenches are filled with the dead & dying.

Will I get a phone call? Someone speaking in hushed tones on the other end, informing me, "It's time." Or will I be the one making the call? Will it be that dramatic? Probably not. How many more will die from this moment to that one? When did we become helpless? I have a fantasy about that phone call...I grab my already packed bags, feed Linux (my cat) & call my friend Liz to watch him while I'm gone, jump in the rented van and grab a bunch of people on the way to wherever it is we are going. We don't have to ask if they are going, we all just know. We pass others driving to the same place, stop to pick up others that are walking there, we are all crushed in the van but we are moving. We're all listening to our iPods, playing with our sweet baby jeezus iPhones (we are a product of our environment), reading, staring at the sky, whatever we're doing we don't speak very much but we can feel it. We are together, in our America...a place that we love too much to allow this to go on any longer.

All I want is something to work with, something to help this feeling of falling into an abyss, an abyss that could be stopped if only we wanted it enough.

Just give me something to work with.

Peace, Love, & American Idol, yo.

M