Rage

It must be the weather, but I'm just angry all the time. So, in my time-honoured means of venting, I have a little story to tell.

It must have been yesterday. The haze these past few days has been identical. The weather reports have been identical (I'm not exaggerating). Breakfast each day was identical. The weariness: not. It increased. It's hard to sleep when dragonflies come to take little sips from what they think is a pool of water on my chest (that one was exaggerated). For lunch: spicy meat. Just the thing for a day when my face feels like it's coated in wax paper and my hair is sopping and prickling the back of my neck. Anyway, from all this, a newspaper box arises. (I must have been walking down the street. A delivery? An errand? An octopus?) It is the National Post. Headline says something to the effect of: "CEOs say Canada is Adrift. Rage welled up. And I delivered my sermon to the haze:

"Fat fucking pigs! They say this because we're not willing to dump 4.6 billion dollars into their feeding trough we're "adrift". Their bribes failed to pay off this time around. To waste that much money is fucking egregious! But I'm sure it's not much to them. But it's life and death for people on the bottom! The fuckers have their "consulting" contracts to reward their cronies and vice-versa for millions of dollars to show up in air-conditioned offices and give talks or some bullshit like that. When was the last time they actually created value? I bet I could shoot every tenth one through the motherfucking skull and the economy--whatever the fuck that is--will be just fine. Maybe better..."

Unfair? Yes. But essential to express. Capitalism will drag liberal democracy down with it. Sad but true.

Consider: "...Fascism starts with the embittered 50 year old sado-masochist who finds dysfunctional teenagers who he then works on for a couple of years until they become transformed into homicidal little skinhead motherfuckers."