I'm tired of being tailgated (get out of my tailpipe, damnit!) to the point of being frightened, only to have the asshole go around me, then cut me off and lo and behold, I discover a Bush supporter sticker on their vehicle. I have a progressive sticker on my car. Hmmmm. I generally don't cut off, flip off or climb up into Bush supporters tailpipes, why can't they leave me alone?
Yesterday was different, I got tailgated doing 50 OFF the interchange, I flipped him off and almost got in a wreck with another guy trying to get ON the interchange.
My sincere apologies go out the the poor guy in the phone company work van.
To the asshole in the Beamer that wouldn't get off my butt----FUCK YOU.
Sometimes the "corporate culture" in this city is just too much for me to handle. The city (and it's handmaiden newspaper the UT, basically an extension of this) are controlled by defense contractors, here's just one example), the military and real estate developers. I'm not even going into the mess the developers have made, but think "bubble," ok? Freakin 25% percent of people here used creative financing for their outrageously overpriced homes last year. Nuff said. Anyhoo it's seems like sometimes if you want to make enough $ to survive on, you become almost like a collaborator in the war machine. Before I became politicized, I did it. It's everywhere. Everyone here knows someone in the military, or retired from the military, or working for a contractor, or working for a contractor to a contractor. It just IS. It's inescapable. So, people's livelihoods depend on it, so they support it, or they did support it, and then it became their life. I don't know which came first, the chicken or the egg?
This is my home.
I was born here.
This sucks.
No wonder I always felt like a fish out of water.
By the way, what was the agenda atBilderberg last month?
Is Lebanon just the warm up for more Israeli agression outside it's borders?
Hmmmmm?
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