You didn’t get mad when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and appointed a President.

You didn’t get mad when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to dictate energy policy.

You didn’t get mad when a covert CIA operative got outed.

You didn’t get mad when the Patriot Act got passed.

You didn’t get mad when we illegally invaded a country that posed no threat to us.

You didn’t get mad when we spent over $600 billion (and counting) on said illegal war.

You didn’t get mad when over 10 billion dollars just disappeared in Iraq.

You didn’t get mad when you found out we were torturing people.

You didn’t get mad when the government was illegally wiretapping Americans.

You didn’t get mad when we didn’t catch Bin Laden.

You didn’t get mad when you saw the horrible conditions at Walter Reed.

You didn’t get mad when we let a major US city, New Orleans, drown.

You didn’t get mad when we gave a $900 billion tax break to the rich.

You didn’t get mad when the deficit hit the trillion dollar mark.

You finally got mad when the government decided that people in America deserved the right to see a doctor if they are sick. Yes, illegal wars, lies, corruption, torture, stealing your tax dollars to make the rich richer, are all okay with you, but helping other Americans…oh hell no!

Update: here is an alternate web site with the same article. Apparently the original one was getting overwhelmed with hits.

Yeah, that’s better.

What is it with smokers who toss their butts out of their car windows? I see this all the time on my daily commute. They just chuck their smoking cigarette butt onto the ground as though the world was their personal garbage can. Dirtbags, every one of them.

From time to time when opportunity presents, I’ll accost one of them “Hey, no littering!” The answers are predictably foul-mouthed for the most part, though from time to time someone will surprise me with their stupidity. For example, one woman replied “I pay my taxes!” Well, okay, but so what? Does that give you the right to litter? Faced with that kind of response, all you can really do is say “My God, are you really that effing stupid?

Another time I honked at a butt-tosser stopped ahead of me in traffic. When she gestured to me that she didn’t know what my problem was, I pantomimed tossing a butt out the window. She very dramatically pulled out another cigarette, lit it up, and made a show of taking a deep drag on it. Um, lady, I don’t care if you smoke. Knock yourself out. Smoke until your lips fall off and your lungs turn into tar-flavored Swiss cheese for all I care. Just have a little respect for the people and world around you.

I’m thinking that maybe I should start documenting them when I see them. Where they are, what kind of car they were driving, perhaps a license plate number. It won’t help anything, but there is value to be had in venting.