I've been gone awhile, deprogramming, minding my own bidness, and just chillin', yo.  Letting my hair grow long, sporting my little pirate goatee.  Got a bit more grey in it, kinda diggin' it.  Just living life, finally got through my mourning, only to start up again, because our country has died and you killed it.

    You know of whom I speak.  The hippies, burdened with the guilt of being children of parents who wouldn't let black folks eat at a lunch counter, take a seat anywhere on a bus, go to school with white kids or just generally socialize with the whites.  The hippies, embracing the revolutionary preachings and teachings of Marxists, Leftists, cold blooded killers and criminals, Socialists, Communists, dope smoking, mind expanding, slackers with Utopian visions.  The hippies, who traded their tie dye and Mexican made sandals for BMW's and yachts and cocaine.  The hippies, who taught the next generations the founding fathers were nothing more than slave owners and Columbus was simply a murderer.  The hippies, who one day, woke up and realized they were nearing the winter of their existence, and began inundating us with plastic surgery, Viagra ads, and stories of the good old days in order to justify the import of their life before God takes his lighter out and burns back the unraveling thread on the faded old denim jeans of their life.  They're not the only one, but they're the most significant group.  Baby boomers have been the most detrimental demographic in the history of this country and they can't leave this earth fast enough for me.  Hate is a strong word, but I hate Boomers. 

    The next group would have to be black people.  This entire election and subsequent Presidency was nothing if not about race.  It was and is all about "one of us".  That is as stupid a reason as guilt to elect anyone.  He was elected so black people could get stuff, plain and simple.  Work is too difficult for Obama supporters, so he got elected to "spread the wealth".  Now, I have a problem with that.  I work for mine, and I don't care who you are, if you can't get off your ass and do it yourself, you got no business asking for mine.  I've been around a few years now, and near as I can tell, today is the best time in the history of our country to better yourself and make something of yourself.  Racism is as non existant as it has ever been, there are no people left alive who remember slavery.  The government is not for handouts.

    College children.  Dumber than a box of rocks.  No life experience, full of ideals.  Idealism doesn't put food on the table.  Years of listening to hippies have rotted their brains, the tiny sphere of their existence belies the enormity of the real world, and the consequences of actions escapes the thought processes of kids who think they're still immortal.

    The ignorant.  The feathers of society, being carried on the winds of the world, oblivious of issues that will impact their lives until it's too late.  People who don't read, listen to or watch the news, people totally engrossed by the latest fad, or celebrity, people with no direction in life, mastless, featureless, meaningless bodies in a sea of superficiality.  Lazy, uninformed, negligent zombies with no original thoughts. 

    The Republican party.  No conservative leadership, a complete abandonment of conservative principles.  A party that betrayed the trust of its constituents, propping up a candidate not too unlike the oppposing party's offering. 

    A change is gonna come, and it for damn sure ain't gonna be pretty.  Hard times are knocking on our door, and harder ones are right behind that.  You've elected a government that's about to get too big for it's britches, and you're expecting all of us to pay for the fitting.  I, for one, say you'd better learn how to sew, 'cause I'm too busy mending my own clothes.  I have no place in my world for your idealism, nor will I accomodate it.  Stay tuned for a new misery index,  life is gonna start sucking really hard shortly, and if you come knocking at my door, I'll put my boot so far up your.....

    Thank you 53%, you got my hackles up, and I don't much appreciate that.  I prefer to live my life with very little outside influence and nobody telling me what to do.  Now you've let these flim flam men (and women) in and they're bound and determined to tell me what I can and can't do.  I don't take orders anymore, I gave that up years ago.