Owlish Mutterings

This Blog is Full of Anger

I've been a little irritated these last couple of weeks, probably, and did some karma dumping to a couple of friends over the weekend.

However, compared to Laurence Simon today, I'm filled with sunshine, puppies, and little chocolate smiley faces.

Let's see. We've got this post on the most recent Palestinian bombing ["Announce to the world that Israel accepts Palestinian Statehood with Gaza as the initial territory and Ramallah as its capital. It also accepts the Palestinian rules of engagement. Civilians on both sides are fair targets for any armed combatant, military or militia."]. We've got this post on Randall's ["When I got home, I burned my Randall's card."] We've got this post on his exciting job in IT ["When dealing with a customer, there are times you want to grab someone by the throat, rub their face in the monitor, and scream SHUT THE FUCK UP AND JUST FUCKING DO IT, ASSHOLE!"] . We've got his advice for the ASTROS ["Quit screwing with us, Astros. Quit struggling and fighting when we all know you just give up in the end."] And last and definitely not least, we've got his thoughts on Joe Morgan's comments on the racial makeup of the ASTROS ["So let me get this straight... Houston opens up housing, schools, jobs, hospitals, and social services for tens of thousands of poor black people from New Orleans (most of which won't be reimbursed by FEMA), but Joe Morgan is worried that we're not providing employment for another one or two spoiled rich black millionaire jocks? Fuck Joe Morgan. Fuck him up his race-baiting ass."]

I don't think he's having a good day. Or week, for that matter.

I just wish I could write coherently when I get that angry. Oh well.