Angry As Hell for Not Paying Attention
We are, as individuals, as a nation, as faith-based groups, bloggers, husbands, wives, entrepreneurs and wage-slaves . . . angry.
Fed up is what we are, with lying politicians of both parties. Pissed-off with each new day’s revelation of scandal, more than unhappy with misadventure, misallocation, misbehavior, misbelief, miscalculation, missed chances, mischief, and miscommunication. Had it up to here with misconception, misconduct, misconstruction, miscues, misdeeds, misdirection, misfeasance, misfortune, and misfits. Tired as hell with all these misgivings over misgovernment.
We’re not even sure how we feel about Miss America anymore. Maybe she’s an old concept.
This is supposed to be representative government, but we’ve been hijacked. That’s what anger is all about, that sense of having not paid attention until suddenly the house we’ve always lived in has been foreclosed and we’ve out in the street, sitting on the curb, mad as hell but powerless.
Three and a half years ago, six months …