A Message From The Front Lines

Admittedly, I'm not just killing people these days on my trusty Xbox, but I am nevertheless enjoying the various tediousnesses of the proffered products related to said electronic marvel of social destruction.

So, I've been gone a while, and plenty has happened. Well, ok, one thing has happened.

Yes.
We.
Can.

Wooohooo!

Interestingly, I was at a political rally as a teen, attending a Clinton election night hoopla with my mother. I remember quite starkly that as he was announced as the elected official who would lead this nation, my mother began to weep.

Not until November Fourth did I understand why.

I called my grandmother that night. My grandmother has agreed with me that pessimism (and a healthy streak of agnosticism and atheism) runs in our family. So it was with great difficulty - through heavy sobs and unexpected though welcome tears - that I was able to explain to her that my mother, on some level, made so much more sense to me now.

It is a pleasingly heavy blow to the soul for those of us who see no hope to suddenly have a platter of it shoved down our reticent gullets.

Additionally, a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders; a burden that was not mine to carry has existed upon me for nigh on 8 years. It is only now that I see my venerable hatred as greatly fueled by the crimes and treasons of eight years of social and governmental idiocy.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still a misanthrope, but with the seeds of hope firmly planted at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, perhaps I can find a better outlet for my pent up rage and hostility.

One that won't scare women away.

So, anyway, to recap:

Xbox is fun. I cried when Obama won. I still hate people, but maybe - just maybe - there's hope for us yet.

All that being said, I should be posting more as well.

See you soon, citizens.