It was kind of hectic in there, hard to find an extra booth, texting the Queen of the Bondo in frustration as I get sent from one line to another, and a lady behind me, seeing my plight, tells me it's better to get pissed off than pissed on and finds me some lawyer guy who I guess monitors or something and while he was really nice there wasn't much he could do either. Still don't understand why I needed both an ID and a piece of mail, and why they hire a lot of lousy people, though maybe I should cut slack because that has to be a long day of dealing with goofballs too.
So my provisional ballot didn't count, I voted for the guy who wasn't Mandel (because he didn't seem all that great) nor Brown (I don't care how progressive you claim to be, urging the prez to attack Iran and voting yes on NDAA is kind of jerkfaced), neither of the two main presidential candidates. My vote for the third party probably didn't count, and there were things that BDR links to that make me feel less bad about that.
I guess I care way more about what someone does than what they say, and lipservice means little to me no matter who or what. I've been shooting emails back and forth with a friend coming to similar conclusions along the political/religion continua in Bachmannland, where we've been exasperated with the passes given to Certain People by progressives, and also to Republicans by their base just because they say they love Jesus.
But anyway, people today have been jerks, but that doesn't mean I need to spread the jerkitude around anymore than it already is. I hang out with the people in my world who still have hearts, souls, brains, and guts, and while I don't always agree with them, they've made my world brighter, vaster, and more beautiful, and I'm glad they put up with me too.
OMG LOL TEXT LEET NOOB - wait, are you saying that you *don't* always agree to those of us with a vast reservoir of Reflective Powers?
ReplyDeleteI have vast reflective powers, too, but nobody listens to me because they know I'm intellectually superior to them. That's what I told my husband last night...he was still laughing as he went out the door this morning. I get no respect.
ReplyDeleteI can't prove I'm not a robot because your filter is messing with my head. But I'll try one more time to get this through. My eyes are bad enough without trying to decipher blurry numbers and letters that are smashed together and written by a two year old. Stop the madness! Get over your fear of robots!