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Mar. 9th, 2011 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell. So much for the Voice of the Resistance. Or, indeed, the voice of the people at all. Fuck you, Governor Walker. Fuck you very much. That is not how a democracy works. I'm not even in your state and I hate you. That's not how a democracy works.
I'm too tired to muster up words of outrage. I did, at least, make a good start on learning Beat The Devil's Tattoo (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) on the guitar. It doesn't sound quite right, but that's the tabs I have for it so, hey. I'll start with that and then figure out what's next, but it looks pretty simple to play. I hope.
God, I'm tired. And disappointed, and sad. I like living in a democracy. I like living in a country where I can believe that the people decide things. Or rather, we elect representatives to hear our views and then take them to a body politic where they argue and debate and hopefully work out something that benefits everyone. Not corporations. It isn't even only about collective bargaining rights, it's about health care for everyone, and affordable education, and, Christ, Walker. Why don't you just put a big "Taco Bell" sign on everything and call it a day? Stamp: Property of [Big Corporation] on Wisconsin. Fuck you, Walker. The United States does not exist to cater to your ideas of what's right and wrong, you were elected to serve the people, not your ends or beliefs. You don't even believe this is right for Wisconsin, you believe this is right for you, you self-serving little shit.
Oh, hell. I'm tired and I don't have the energy to rant in full voice. This isn't how a democracy works. This is how regimes take power. Quickly, before any dissension can be heard, and with as little power to anyone else as possible. Jackass. Congratulations, Walker, you have become the first politician I have come this close to wishing assassination upon. Not quite there yet, I don't like assassination, it sets a messy precedent and is unfair to the families of the politicians. But damn. Loathing.
Anyway, killing you now wouldn't help anything.
Happy things, because there's not much I can do in this state. Learning Beat The Devil's Tattoo on the guitar. Figuring out a writing schedule. Getting things edited. All the governors who have already said no, I have no intention of stripping collective bargaining rights from workers, there's no point. Carpet shark kitties. Toughened fingertips. Bruce Boxleitner, maybe I should put on some Babylon 5. Warm laundry. Springtime.
I'm too tired to muster up words of outrage. I did, at least, make a good start on learning Beat The Devil's Tattoo (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) on the guitar. It doesn't sound quite right, but that's the tabs I have for it so, hey. I'll start with that and then figure out what's next, but it looks pretty simple to play. I hope.
God, I'm tired. And disappointed, and sad. I like living in a democracy. I like living in a country where I can believe that the people decide things. Or rather, we elect representatives to hear our views and then take them to a body politic where they argue and debate and hopefully work out something that benefits everyone. Not corporations. It isn't even only about collective bargaining rights, it's about health care for everyone, and affordable education, and, Christ, Walker. Why don't you just put a big "Taco Bell" sign on everything and call it a day? Stamp: Property of [Big Corporation] on Wisconsin. Fuck you, Walker. The United States does not exist to cater to your ideas of what's right and wrong, you were elected to serve the people, not your ends or beliefs. You don't even believe this is right for Wisconsin, you believe this is right for you, you self-serving little shit.
Oh, hell. I'm tired and I don't have the energy to rant in full voice. This isn't how a democracy works. This is how regimes take power. Quickly, before any dissension can be heard, and with as little power to anyone else as possible. Jackass. Congratulations, Walker, you have become the first politician I have come this close to wishing assassination upon. Not quite there yet, I don't like assassination, it sets a messy precedent and is unfair to the families of the politicians. But damn. Loathing.
Anyway, killing you now wouldn't help anything.
Happy things, because there's not much I can do in this state. Learning Beat The Devil's Tattoo on the guitar. Figuring out a writing schedule. Getting things edited. All the governors who have already said no, I have no intention of stripping collective bargaining rights from workers, there's no point. Carpet shark kitties. Toughened fingertips. Bruce Boxleitner, maybe I should put on some Babylon 5. Warm laundry. Springtime.