I think I’ve found a cure for my seasonal depression — Anger.
It’s really more righteous indignation than anger, but if it’s enough to get me off my butt and write a post, I’ll take it.
There are two things that push my Anger Buttons:
- Intolerance in any form, from your garden-variety racism to intolerance based on a person’s sexual orientation, religion, social class, etc.
- Stomping on someone’s civil liberties. I’m a proud, card-carrying member of the ACLU,1 and Teh Husband and I send in a monthly contribution via automatic withdrawals from our checking account. I believe his main concern is privacy issues,2 while mine is the straightforward First Amendment stuff: Freedom of speech and expression, freedom of religion, and freedom of the press.
If you’re paying any attention to current events in the United States you will know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m not here to write a post discussing the issue in detail, I just need to say this:
If you’re wrapping yourself in the flag3 and claiming what a “real American” you are for opposing Park51, it’s painfully obvious that you have no concept of the principles set forth in the Bill of Rights. None. You are a “faux American.” Pathetic. My suggestion to you is to grab a Sharpie and write “IGNORANT BIGOT” on your forehead in really big letters. That will save us the trouble of having to listen to you.* * * * *