It may be the season.
It may be the lack of sunshine.
It may well be that I am eager to move into a different direction and try something new.
For now, I'm sick of politics.
I'm sick of Diebold machines [1] and too-close to call dubiously recounted elections.
I am sick of more Iraqis being blown up into smithereens and having most of the US' mainstream media [2] still not call it a civil war [3].
I am sick of hearing pollsters say Obama, McCain and Giuliani stand a chance of getting elected to the presidency [4].
I am sick of Hillary too [5].
I am sick of having my kids be escorted to their backpacks in our post office because the government now thinks it OK to treat a 6 year-old with the same level of paranoia that gets the Lincoln Memorial closed down [6].
I am sick of hearing of yet another unarmed man being killed by the NYPD and having fucking Michael Bloomberg declare that "maybe it was a bit too much" [7].
I am sick of assholes like Paul McCartney crying over dead sheep on bitches clothing [8] when there are fashion models --and the millions of anorectic girls wanting to be one-- starving themselves literally to death [9] while pigs like Andre Leon Talley [10] think it's fabulous.
I am tired of the marriage mockery that are Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock [11] while homophobic assholes like Mitt Romney [12] are still trying to deny gays their marriage and inheritance rights.
But what I am more sick about? Of George W. Bush's pathological denial of Iraq's occupation and civil war [13] while getting away with eight devastating years to the United States and the world without nary a peep about impeachment [14].
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