The are so many wonderfully ugly things to be really pissed about
To write angry words about, to spew venom over, to rail against, to get My undies in a wad over.
But I can't
Because I understand
Life really isn't all that bad
Sure, atrocities are committed in the name of some supposedly benevolent spiritual icon or another everyday, sure innocent, decent, respectful and respectable people are taken advantage of everyday, killed or maimed by madmen, ruined by conmen.
Heinous villains of every stripe and type are running rampant over the face of the earth cleverly disguised as altruistic saints and free-love advocates, preaching peace, forgiveness, charity and all the while raping and pillaging
Life is like that
It sucks for a lot of people
A lot of the time
Injustice
Is
Nothing
New
The inexhaustible ability of people to be hateful, racist, spiteful Uncaring, murderous
Evil
Is as constant as the sun
Perennial as weeds in my garden
Reliable as the tides
Now that I'm used to it, I can relax
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