I really, totally am. Goddamnit.
I have a friend at work who is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. She broke her leg in 3 places over a month ago, which will most likely require surgery, and (of course) she's still on crutches. She went to the fabric store last weekend to get some thread and was knocked over (get this fucking shit) five times by five different people!
Who the hell knocks down a chick on crutches?! Assholes, that's who.
We got Phil Robertson shoving his Duck Dynasty homophobic and racist bullshit down our throats, we got that bully dickhead Chris Christie, we got Kimye, we got no more unemployment, we got our military families having to fend for themselves, we got
Justin Bieber Miley Cyrus, we got no laws protecting the earth from global warming, we got craptastic "lawmakers" suggesting that poor kids work for lunch money, we got some dbag school principal (principal! PRINCIPAL!) calling a student "it" and a "dyke", we got teabaggers, we got overseas wars we can't seem to break away from, we got Mark Zuckerberg, we got no more jobs, we got a meningitis outbreak, we got a gridlocked and dumbass Congress, we got a political system that is patently FUBAR, and we got a society where more people vote weekly for fucking American Idol than they do for the President of the United States.
Oh, yeah. And we got guns. We have a metric fuckton of guns, and a broken healthcare system to boot that doesn't protect society from maniacs who desperately needed mental healthcare so that they wouldn't snap and shoot up a school, hospital, office building, church, movie theater, or any public place where people generally tend to congregate.
Which is, ya know, outside.
I live in Colorado. I have fucking had it up to here! with guns, and gun fanatics, and ammo, and shooting ranges, and 2nd amendment crap. I. have. fucking. had. it. I am done. Stick a fork in me.
I'm sick of reading about Arapahoe High School, and Columbine High School, and the Aurora movie theater shootings. My heart aches at what I have had to talk to my child about, just so Little Shiz is prepared in the event of a gun-wielding psychopath coming after her and her friends during math class.
This is just not right. Something is definitely askew with this country, and I'm looking for a quick exit because I am not sure that the United States can right itself again.
I don't know the names of each and every Nobel laureate (except for Barack Obama), but I do know the names of a subculture of awful Americans. Do you want to know whose names I have more than a passing familiarity with, simply because they have been ingrained into the US psyche?
I will tell you. Yes, yes I will.
Jeffrey Dahmer. Ed Gein. Ted Kaczynski. Aileen Wuornos. Ted Bundy.
I know these names only because I keep current with national events, but don't fool yourselves here: every middle-aged American knows the exact same names, and for the exact same reasons.
We are not stupid.
It's sad, really. We are collectively worse for it, as a people.
I don't seek out fucked up specials on the Biography network, fer chrissakes. I want to be spared a Congressional hearing about the devastating carnage these sick people inflicted unto their communities. I want to feel some semblance of guilt from them, honestly. I want them to blossom into kickass people, with impeccable reputations and sad but necessary songs about oppression and alienation.
Simply put, I figured that flowers would do well in life, but, to be quite honest, their general well-being cannot encompass everything.
They do not know the whole truth. Nothing, ever, takes on the long view, no matter how hard it tries.
With that, I bid you adieu.
Not because I'm tired and shit (which I definitely am), but because I no longer know what to say.
Americans suck, man. That's all I know about it. Try to care for yourselves and your friends and your families here.
UPDATE: Sorry I wasn't around for the comments. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically.
I'll be writing another diary in the days to come about things I love about this country. I might be a short diary, but I figure it's good to be grateful on occasion. :)