I want to write about Syria. But how do you make jokes about the ongoing civil war that is killing hundreds as the weeks go by. You didn't see a lot of 19th Century humorists making jokes about General Lee moving his lips as he read.
They didn't muse over the fact the General Grant would have smoked pot if he was in an alliance with Jamaican mercenaries. You see, I'm angry all the time lately and its things like Syria that are driving me crazy. Well, crazier than I already am.
I know that you're not a shrink, but I know I can trust you with the truth. I'm not in a rage or anything like that. I'm just bothered by life these days. I'm short on tolerance and lack patience that I normally have.
I'm like my father when I was a teenager only I don't want to slap myself in the back of the head.
I'm bothered by the lines at the Super Wal-Mart. I'm bothered that the self serve check out is a crap shoot as to whether the computer gets your purchase correct. But it's not just Wal-Mart. It's everything lately. And I don't think it's just me that feels this way. Others feel the same way as I do. Some are just afraid to say so. I want to yell that I'm mad as heck and I'm not going to take it anymore. But it's been done already.
Can we really sit by as some infernal dictator gases his own people who are in rebellion? Does our President have the power the bomb a country without the approval of Congress and world allies? But the question that we are bombarded with the most is -- "are we ready for some football". Is this the time for isolationism? Do we stick our heads in the sands of a poisoned desert?
I'm angry at red lights for impeding my way home after a hard day of fighting off the work a day world. I'm 54 years old and I'm being asked for an ID because I'm picking up pills for my dog as if I'm going to melt them on a spoon and take a trip on doggie tranquilizers.
They say that venting is good for the body and mind. So let me blow off steam this week. Because if I don't I'm going to blow like a bad water pump. I'm mad at crazy things. I have 650 channels and nothing is on but a Frank Sinatra film. With Frank starring as Tony Rome, private eye, I was crazed enough to watch it as if it would give me the answer to the sweet mysteries of life. 650 channels and I can't find a decent show to watch? I'm watching junk on TV and paying big bucks for it. No wonder that I'm crazed.
I'm angry that its fall, I'm mad because I can't find my glasses, and I'm irritated that the Mets look as bad as I thought they would back in April. I'm mad at the fact that I keep hitting the comma button when I should be hitting the period. I'm upset over the fact that my Kindle E-book is ridiculed by others because when you leave notes in the margin it wrecks the screen.
I'm disgusted with the state of affairs in the world today. Why can't people just chill out and stop all this fighting and that's just in Congress. Can we really overlook that Syria's President Assad, that tall drink of water is a madman who uses poisonous gas to kill Syrians. And we have to do something. We can't sit by as folks are killed by a deadly means such as that. It's alright if he killed them with conventional weapons, but not nerve gas.
It's no joke when we are told to call your Congressman over matters such as this. Call Ritchie Neal, our guy in Congress and tell him to vote this week for whatever you think we need to do over there. Syria, yeah that's part of the problem, the rest is just me. Maybe I need a laugh
Johnnie Carrier is a freelance writer who needs to bay at the moon for a night or two and he'll be fine.