"You came out of nowhere,
Man you really freak me out
I'm so afraid of you
and when I lose my cool
I don't know what to do.
I know you don't mean no harm,
you're just doing your thing,
but man you really freak me out."
You know this Weezer song, Freak Me Out?
This is how I feel every time I walk outside. Every corner, every street, every intersection some fool is standing there with a clipboard asking me to sign up for world peace, or the starving children, or lately the Change Monger.
Get it? The Change Monger vs. the War Monger.
"Do you have 5 minutes for Barack Obama?" he petitions...
"I would rather die first," I reply smiling.
I'm smiling because it's true, and because I'm unapologetic for it.
Tomorrow I will ask the petitioner if they agree with Barack Obama that mothers who are too high on crack, or meth, or heroin, too high to be able to make a decision about their child; a decision whether or not to give life saving treatment to a 3 minute old baby they are too high to even know that they just gave birth to a living being, I'm going to ask them if they agree with Barack Obama that that child should lie in the corner starving, suffocating, and likely bleeding to death.
A new thing - I started a new thing where I relay my husband's strong opinions about consumer products. It's called Justin's Opinions. So far there are posts about coffee...
3 days ago