Grrr...argh. Today I am feeling the ill effects of mixing beer. I didn't know that made a difference, but I guess it does. Do not drink Newcastle then switch to Pabst later on. Or just don't ever drink Pabst. It was $2 night and I'm not made of wood.
In other news, I do actually have asthma. I got a real diagnosis from a real doctor and everything. Apparently, you can just suddenly get it. I can now ratchet up my geekiness another notch, thanks to my new inhaler.
Bookwise, I've moved on to The Green Knight, but I'm also reading Boethius. I have a lot of philosophical catching up to do. O fortuna, velut luna, status variabilis and all that.
I believe I did kick off this blog on a political note, but honestly, I can't bear to talk about politics much any more. I thought I could just stick my fingers in my ears and hum for four years, but Dubya has made that impossible, and I feel quite certain that he'll be around another four, since the Democrats can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to put forth a decent, truly liberal foil to the evil empire.
I hate the idea of any tax cut, but one will pass. I commented to someone at work that I long for a national health care system and she responded by asking me if I wanted to pay even more taxes than I do now. But I don't mind paying taxes. What I mind is knowing that my taxes are not going to worthwhile services and that I will never see a Social Security check. I would gladly pay more taxes for national healthcare and decent schools and free public transportation. What I want, more than some piddly check in the mail, is a letter telling me exactly where my taxes are going. Because when I look around Los Angeles, all I see are people living below the poverty line, too many cars jamming the streets and polluting the air, a laughable school district and a small but exceedingly visible percentage of obscenely rich people who could give half a shit. Will they be hiring a unionized workforce with all the money they get back from Bush? Or will they buy new H2s or stash the cash away in Swiss bank accounts or pay themselves more? How can this logic wash with the very people it exploits? Why does middle America keep electing these oil-soaked cowboys who purport to be "just like them" but are really about as much like them as six-headed aliens from the planet Krablon?
Okay, maybe I can bear to talk about politics. It's just that I keep saying the same things over and over again, and things keep getting worse. I guess the wheel is still grinding downward.
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