“Ah, hypocrisy, thy playpen is America.”

by Mark Morford in his latest rant.

You can read it here. This latest one is on, the need for a living will. in light of recent events in Florida. I’m not saying what it is, because I refuse to be party to it at all.

This article if Morford at what he does best: a call to action. In this article he's calling for his readers to make Living Wills.

This Paragraph sums it up:

"Do it because we are now in a country where it's OK to vote for brutal unwinnable wars and it's OK to kill over 20,000 innocent Iraqis and it's OK to justify the death of over 1,500 U.S. soldiers over a presidential lie, OK to blindly support environmental devastation and industry deregulation that will lead to all manner of pollution and illness and cancer and death in future generations but oh my God if you should want to follow the law and be allowed to pass from this life with a shred of dignity, you are a monster, or a lightning rod, or a bizarre martyr, not to mention a cash cow for the GOP."

He’s lucid again and no reference to “Callipygian” or "licking" or "sloppy". Not that I mind those things, or his references, but they get tiresome after awhile.

Most of his latest rants against BushCo have been tiresome as well, and it’s a shame, really. He’s a very skilled writer and it is just that the utter hopelessness of the current situation we’re facing in America is hard to rally against.

The Republicans are a force to be reckoned with, not only do they have a fanatical, religious fundamentalist base, they're heavily funded by major corporations, which in turn, get governmental contracts, giving them more funding so that they can make more contributions to the Party. The Democrats are just as corrupt, just not as well organized or funded. I’m not even going to start on the lame-assed ‘alternative’ political parties.

And people wonder why my demographic doesn’t vote. We can’t win. There is no ‘we’ to begin with. I know I have no one but my small circle of friends and acquaintances to rely on, and let's face it, politically, the options presented are few and dismal.

I feel so Hemingway. I need a drink. In the rain. In Paris.

*In the interests of Full disclosure, I am whatever passes for Generation X these days. I was born in the autumn of 1967. No, I do not have any tribal tattoos, or do I sport a goatee.