a statement of purpose

my head wants to explode and it wants to take out everything around it. so, in order to save my sanity, i decided to sever the part which wishes to destroy those who have declared people like me "the enemy."

screw them. i have ten family members in my history (give or take a couple) on my mother's side that fought in the american revolution. so, i have thought about and even checked out the daughters of the american revolution. i, on one side of my family at least, come from here and want to say to all you bastards who question me as a "liberal" and where i belong - you get the hell out of here. it's my damn country too. and if you don't like the secular go to a fundamentalist country or, better yet, go somewhere to aid the starving.

so i do not drink the kool-aid. i leave it to those who believe a questionable 2% equals a mandate. right. when as large a portion of the country did not vote, i call it more of a whimper.

so i stand here (well, recline, want to write this whilst comfortable) and say to the people who say we must leap into war after war, following the guideline of a hawk group, "you fucking traitor." any more ad homynym attacks you want to throw my way? i refuse to take them.

you, my dear fundamentalist ... who matches any fundamentalist anywhere in the world ... are the traitor. you have belied the history of this great nation and try to drag it down in to the mud.

and i will use this little piece of cyber land carved out for me and rinse my brain of the bitterness it feels. my diary? something else entirely. i think i like this idea.