Headaches & Bad Dreams

I still feel like utter shit. Driving home from work I see this bumper sticker, "Pray For Our Troops" and the only thing I can think of is that we wouldn't need quite so much prayer for our troops if our president wasn't such a dumb ass.

That Ann Coulter calls a Democrat a faggot is not what pisses me off, she's already called Democrats godless, traitors, terrorists, freedom-haters, pussies, gutless, etc. Faggot is nothing new for her. No, what pisses me off is that her audience of kool-aid drunk Republican true-believers laughed and clapped at her calling a presidential candidate a word that is clearly hate-speech. And that is the America that we have become. All the fear-mongering over what Madrassas are doing to the middle east, by the people who send their kids off to Jesus Camp without a pause to enjoy the irony.

I feel like I'm trapped on the other side of thick glass. I can shout until I'm hoarse, and beat on the glass, but you will never hear me. My insides are tired.