I think I just have the angries today. And I should know better than to voice them. I should. I don't know any more than anybody else and yet, well, some days I just think I do.
I went to the trash depot and before I knew it, I was in a damn argument with another "patron" about politics. He was bitching because the federal government is telling Florida that we can't purge our own voter rolls.
If you haven't been following this story, our asshole governor is trying to ensure another Republican dominated election by purging the voting rolls of anyone suspected of being a Democrat. Oh yeah, he claims it's to prevent voter fraud (which is SO rampant) but that's a damn lie and we all know it. And the Federal government has said, "Nah, you can't do that," and Prick Scott keeps saying, "Oh yes I can," and so forth.
So this guy at the trash depot claims that the whole country is going to hell due to situations like THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT TRYING TO ENFORCE THE LAWS ON THE BOOKS.
There was more. I won't get into it.
But it did include that "fact" that illegals can get a driver's license without proper documentation while the rest of us can't.
Well, I was covered in dirt and sweat and blood from the mosquitoes I'd smashed on my arms and wearing my overalls having just finished up in the garden where I finally got my okra in and I was feeling pretty butch and everything and I wanted to clock him but I didn't. I got in my car and left.
My hippie Prius. At least I don't have bumper stickers on it that say things like My Karma Ran Over Your Dogma. And Visualize Whirled Peas.
Please remind me, though, to go and pick up my Obama '12 bumpersticker.
I came home, took a shower, and got a nice little baking chicken and carrots and potatoes into the oven with a lot of garlic and I'm still angry.
Maybe I'm just hungry.
And tomorrow Owen's going to come out and I'll melt into grandmotherhood and I'll calm down. But I'll tell you something- you do not necessarily get mellower with age. In some ways, yes. In other ways- well, you start realizing you have nothing to lose by saying what you mean and meaning exactly what you say and why the hell not?
Why do I care if I offend people who are quite probably Tea Party fanatics?
I don't. And I also have come to realize that I'm not as smart as lot of people but I'm smarter than some. I AM more compassionate and understanding about why people may have come to believe what they believe but that doesn't mean I think they're right.
And some days I'm just angry and that is just all right.