The New Neighbors Next Door

So... I was fighting with my grandparents after they had taken us to lunch today, when the first thing I saw was  "(W) there is nothing about the religous right that is" or something like that... on the window of a car I didn't recognize... and as if my blood wasn't boiling enough, I threw my rootbeer bottle at the tire of the car, hoping to smash it into pieces, but instead it bounced off of the pavement and hit the bumper beneath. I was already furious at my grandparents, even though I know they only have the best of intentions for me, but my grandmother seemed completely confused as to why I hate myself so much, which became the brunt of the argument. So in midst of self-loathing, and anger that I am completely unused to feeling, a personal attack on my beliefs (the Right) and my family (the Religous Right) from unsuspecting victims/antagonists... I did something stupid. Very quick, no thought about it, really... (can you consider .2 seconds of thought as thinking through something?)

"Hey! What did you just do to my car?!" (a woman's voice)

SHIT!

I stormed away, horrified by the failure of my intention and getting caught, when I hear Amanda behind me say, "Amber! Apologize!"

"I'm sorry!" I get to the door of my apartment when I start beating on it, weeping crazily, kicking at the door and hitting it with my fist over and over until Amanda reached me and kicked me herself (my toe still hurts from kicking at the door so much, I'm in high-heeled sandals). She opened the door and I immediately go to the back bedroom, sit at the computer and continue to cry hysterically.... several minutes pass, when I hear a knock at the door, Amanda had gone straight into her own bed, the door shut behind her, and I knew that it was my fault in the first place, so I got up and answered the door, wiping my face.

When I first opened the door, I didn't see anyone until I peered over to the side, when I saw a huge man glaring back at me from the bottom of the staircase.

"Why did you throw a beer bottle at my car?" He demanded, to which I instantly thought: Because your bumper sticker pissed me off, dumbass.... (And I still sort of stand by it, just because you have the right to express yourself, doesn't mean I have to put up with your disrespect at keeping your opinion to yourself, especially since I am not a public servant)

"I'm sorry..."

"Why did you throw a beer bottle at my car?"

"It wasn't a beer bottle, it was a rootbeer bottle..." I corrected him, I couldn't even believe I had the nerve to even as I was saying it to him. The poor guy never had a chance, especially since I hadn't yet completely recovered from the argument and the incident.

"A rootbeer bottle. Why did you throw it at my car?"

"I was angry. I had just gotten into a fight with my grandparents and I meant to smash it into the ground, it went off, and hit your car-- is your car damaged?"

"No, I haven't checked-" Why the hell would you come here, especially when you don't even know if your car is damaged or not?

"I'm sorry, I was really upset at the moment, and I didn't know it was illegal to throw a beer bottle in the parking lot out of anger. I wasn't thinking about it, I've had a really bad day, and I'm sorry I bothered you, but I am not having a good day right now... I was just in a huge argument with my grandparents and I stormed out of the car. I didn't mean anything by it." I would like to think of that as being true in heart, but deceitful in... truth. I lied through my teeth... Yes, even I, the unnecessarily most honest person I know, and even I lie sometimes.

"I thought it was a rootbeer bottle." Mother fucker! That my friends, is a trademark of the typical Democrat. Not that all of you democrats in the world are so petty and stupid, but this is what I've come to expect, and I've probably proven the worst of what he'd expect from a Republican as well. How depressing the world works...

"What kind of person does that?" An angry Republican, apparently, way to represent the cause, Amber, nice going. "That's littering...!" MOTHER FUCKER! He pulled the littering card......! And trust me, I'm extremely litter conscious, I'm always getting onto my friends for doing it, and the one time, the one time I acually litter, this is what I get in return. That's bullshit. Litter-concious people should be allowed one free-bee in life, who are they to say when it should be?

I corrected him, and he corrected me, so touché... but when I corrected him, it was only because I thought he'd see me as someone drinking alcohol or something... didn't get it. Ah, well... It was more than I'd expect from him.

"Well I'm sorry...! I shouldn't have done it." I meant the last part, but I'm still not really sorry.

"You didn't have to throw it at my car...!"

"Fine!" At this point I just wanted him to go away so I could sulk alone, lick my wounds a little. "I should have thrown it at someone else's car!" Okay, petty, I'll admit it, but I wanted him to go away.

"Yeah, you should have!" Hmmm... I don't know his excuse. I shut the door and locked it, listening to him finish his sentence in a kind of low mutter.

Now that I think about it, I like this guy. Too bad he's a democrat, it's such a waste of brain power.

As I was writing this though, mom came home because she was sick, and told me she had cleared up the mess with the neighbors too... she said that she spoke to them, and they talked for a while, but after they were done, mom said, "I think she was really just mad about your bumper sticker," to which they both laughed and she then said, "We won't go into that though..."

Yes, please. I hate politics. I hate them...

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In Which Country Music Fans are Too Dumb to Appreciate the Dixie Chicks

Dixie Chicks' Bullshit

Here we go again.

Shut up and sing is right. You're right, you're perfectly free to spout your bullshit, but I'm perfectly free to call you a dumbass and then refuse to buy your bullshit.

The Dixie Chicks win the final award of the Grammy's for the night, for "Not Ready to Make Nice" A lovely little song about the humility of coming from a country that protects your freedom to free speech, and freedom to do whatever the hell you want as long as it doesn't impose upon the rights of others. The Dixie Chicks are admirable people that I look up to, their kindness, their resolve, is something truly inspiring, and something truly unique. They have every right to pat themselves on the back.

And on that note... please excuse me to vomit my intestines out.

God, please, please send us a Republican who is as loud and is as praised as the Dixie Chicks are. It's getting late, and since this whole topic disgusts me and makes me resent having a mind of my own so that I don't just take in their garbage with a vapid smile on my face.... I'm going to go to bed now. I'll devote only a little bit of my time tomorrow to writing a parody that will make me feel better.

Though it's taken me a long time to get to this point, I feel that I should either begin to lie to myself and go around spouting garbage that will get the people I resent most in the world to look up at me with their vapid glittering eyes in admiration, or be the loudest most abnoxious Republican I can become who goes to protests and camps outside of Congress, etc... like Cindy Sheehan, but not.

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It hurts me every single time I hear a song like "Not Ready to Make Nice" or "Dear Mr. President"... I can't believe I actually liked these people several years ago, and if it wasn't for September 11, I don't think I'd care about politics as much as I do now. I mean, it literally hurts my heart... I wish I could talk to these people, just one on one, so I could understand where their coming from and why-- we disagree on such huge issues.........

I can't be a rebelious young adult because the people I would have gravitated towards instead have abandoned me to the very core of my ideals. Abandoned me. 'We don't want people like that to buy our records anyway...' That hurts almost as much as their raw ignorance does. How dare you disregard my opinion so much in light of your own, as though yours is some how superior to mine.

I'm just so tired of it. I'm so tired of so many things and I can't escape them and I can't change them and I can't deal with them... what am I supposed to do?

Pink's Bullshit

Okay first of all, he probably doesn't think he's better than anyone, and I can't think of many people living that could honestly say they do. So, in knowing that, and applying this knowledge, how can you honestly imply that he thinks he's better than you? Whoever said that and why would you assume something so shallow over someone you've never met.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

There aren't that many homeless on the street... and if they're there it's 9 times out of 10 their own damn fault. If they have to flip burgers for six bucks an hour and rent an apartment for $300 a month then so be it until they work to find their own way in life. Otherwise I have absolutely no sympathy for the homeless living in the U.S.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry

I'm crying for a completely different reason, and I wonder if you even care, or if you instantly don't think to yourself "What an ignorant self-centered person." He can sleep at night knowing that he's doing the best to his ability and is unable to do more because, believe it or not, Congress has to approve of his decisions first. Wow, what a concept.

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye

If that mother never had a chance to say goodbye, it's her own damn fault for not saying it. I never leave my mother without saying I love her first.

How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Umm... yeah... because he's doing what he thinks is best. You get a degree from Harvard and maybe I'll take you more seriously in what you "think is right".

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy

Yeah, since everyone in the media is like you, he must feel that way. I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're not at all sympathetic toward him, even though his blood as red as you or I.

How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind

He never said... where do you get off saying something so far from the truth...? Excuse him for holding all children in this nation to a standard that they are expected to achieve at a certain level. It's not even a hard one, and I'm as dumb as a rock.

They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

He didn't force them to go to jail... last I check we've been using this particular system during the Clinton administration as well, but you weren't complaining about it then, were you?

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay

Okay, and there you go again putting words in people's mouths. That's pretty harsh, Pink, and that's coming from me. No father could hate his own daughter even if she became a democrat and was pro-abortion. It's not her fault for liking other girls, but it's her fault if she sleeps with them (not that it's a bad thing, it's her choice, so, whatever).

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

Aw, how sweet that is for you to bring up personal problems like it's your business.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

He'd probably vomit first... actually, he's probably too nice for that. I'd vomit for him.

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way

No one forced you to get pregnant. You were feeling sorry for yourself and you slept with him, you thought you loved him, whatever your excuse is... it's your damn fault for getting pregnant and now you have to deal with the consequences of your irresponsibility. Minimum wage? BEFORE YOU EVEN COMPLAIN ABOUT MINIMUM WAGE AND BEING PREGNANT, COLLEGES OFFER PROGRAMS TO BABYSIT YOUR KIDS FOR YOU WHILE YOU GO TO SCHOOL!!! The state even pays for food, but oh no, it's his fault isn't it... Jesus Christ, that phrase just made me absolutely sick to my stomach it's just so full of ignorance.

Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away

Oh, Pink, please don't say things like that when you're making millions of dollars off CD sales, it makes you look like a hypocrite. As for those people? They've lived harder lives than you could ever dream about, you trying to 'empathize' like you understand is laughable at its best. And we're trying to help them get their lives together that for the future, they'll be able to live as well as we do, but God forbid they have ungrateful people like you... Yet you curse us for trying to help? Unbelievable.

Why don't you go do that, Pink? I already explained about the homeless and minimum wage, and living with your house blown to smitherenes... Why don't you take away their hope for a better future while you're at it?

Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

Umm... again... he graduated from Harvard. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HARD WORK YOU DAMN HYPOCRITE! You could retire now if you wanted! Shut the hell up! You try running a country instead of "writing" pretty little songs about how much the world sucks and is unfair to you.

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

I doubt you've ever asked, and if you have, you've got too much time on your hands. How can you sit there, upon your millions, writing this little song of yours, while thousands are homeless in Baghdad? You sicko.