I'm getting old and cranky - as of now. My state is totally insane, and I'm losing my patience. I'll soon be living in the capital for a few years, but I don't know how much more I can reasonably take. Our state superintendent is funneling the school system into his pocketbook, legislators won't even consider the human rights of people who aren't straight, and I don't really need to keep working myself up.
I'm getting cynical-er. Want a front row seat to the spectacle of youthful idealism cracking up? Stick around.
As long as this was bound to happen, I'm relieved that I'm not turning into one of those Democrat-who-got mugged-Republicans.
So here, I'm including my favorite "buck up and deal with it," song. When I was little, and would whine about something, my parents would get the idea that I should shut up across by asking, "Well, what does Mick say?"
Guess I'll go eat worms. And I promise I'll try sometimes.
