How much more do they think I can take?

I really, REALLY, wacked my head hard last night.  Like an idiot I stood up under an open kitchen cabinet door so hard that it took a ginder out of the top of my head.  I was wearing a hat at the time and the point of the door still ripped the skin and dented my cranium enough that it was still bleeding 10 hours later.  I have a sick kind of headache.  I saw stars.

That was the icing on the cake.  The last straw.  It was only tuesday night and already my embarrassment at being an American was overwhelming.  As the saying goes…. I needed this like a hole in the head.

The election was finally over and I expected some peace.  No more phone calls, political commercials and election coverage.  No more listening to rednecks tell me Obama was going to take “our” guns away and make us all Muslims.   I even felt I, all of us really, deserved some peace.  But it wasn’t to be.

Now I have to listen to how the “Best” and the “Brightest” America has to offer when it comes to military excellence turn out to be no better and certainly no brighter than the dumbest sons-of-bitches I have known all my adult life.  I read this in The New York TIMES about the 37 year old floozie from Tampa who started it all.

…”Their parties, though, were the talk of the town. In February 2010, a gossip column in The Tampa Bay Times reported that Mr. Petraeus and his wife arrived escorted by 28 police officers on motorcycles to a pirate-themed party at the Kelleys’ home, to mark Tampa’s Gasparilla Pirate Fest, an annual event. Guests dined on lamb chops and crab cakes, beside hot dog and funnel cake carts, the paper said.”…

I go on to read….”MacDill Air Force Base is a driving force behind the Tampa economy. The local Chamber of Commerce estimates $6.7 billion a year flows into the Tampa Bay area from the base. Military contractors and other defense-related companies dot the city. Business deals are often made in the plentiful strip clubs and steakhouses.”

Is it any wonder America is in the crapper and sinking fast?  Is it still a mystery as to how we ended up bankrupt?  Can there be anybody still out there who can’t figure out how we can start wars, but, never fucking finish them without creating situations where a few hundred million MORE people don’t end up hating our guts?

So, let me lay it out.  I DON’T SUPPORT OUR TROOPS!  I would have to be fucking nuts to support people who blow up little children and torture people and who are lead by knuckleheads like …”Our best and our Brightest”.  I would have to be crazy to support such abject failure and, while I’m on the subject…. Everybody who gets issued a uniform ain’t a fucking hero!

I closed the office monday night and headed home.  I stopped on the way to pick up some milk for my morning coffee.  The couple checking out in front of me were complaining to the check-out lady that their son, who is a senior in High School doesn’t know how to write his name in cursive.  (He is going on 18 and he can’t write his fucking name!)  It reminded me of an article I read over the weekend about a committee that has been formed to deal with the fact that so many school districts have stopped teaching cursive writing that banks are worried that, in the future, no one will know how to sign checks and the banks themselves won’t be able to tell a good check from a bad one.

My head is ringing like a bell.

How much more……………