living on the wire
Jul. 7th, 2004 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireOnce I finish this post, I'm finished with the topic.
I used it as an excuse to clean up the friends list. But I'm just livid over Sam's comments to me this afternoon. I will not be condescended to by a damned hippy who ran off to Canada. I don't have a problem with people who disagree with me, but I do have a problem with people who insult my intelligence.
Perhaps I am somewhat at fault for not always expressing myself with the utmost clarity. I didn't make the paragraph seperation a clearer seperation of thought. I didn't make it clear that anti-American sentiments make me sad because people hate my country, and my government is so insane as to make people hate my country. I didn't wave a damned flag and make it clear I don't have problems with Canada. I didn't make it clear, oh dear. Someone shoot me.
My lack of political discussion here apparently leads the world to assume I am some ignorant savage American yokel without a fucking clue. That is a serious misconception. I've learned to speak three foreign languages in my life, and I get my news from a variety of sources. I've spent time in other states and other countries. I don't discuss politics here much at all because it's the internet and this is rarely civil discourse. This is my damn journal and this is about me; it's not a political blog.
But for the record, I read so much news every day that I have panic attacks at my desk and I have to drink to go to sleep at night sometimes for fear of what's happening to my country and to the world. I fucking vote, and with a vengence.
You want a political fight, you're welcome to go elsewhere.
I used it as an excuse to clean up the friends list. But I'm just livid over Sam's comments to me this afternoon. I will not be condescended to by a damned hippy who ran off to Canada. I don't have a problem with people who disagree with me, but I do have a problem with people who insult my intelligence.
Perhaps I am somewhat at fault for not always expressing myself with the utmost clarity. I didn't make the paragraph seperation a clearer seperation of thought. I didn't make it clear that anti-American sentiments make me sad because people hate my country, and my government is so insane as to make people hate my country. I didn't wave a damned flag and make it clear I don't have problems with Canada. I didn't make it clear, oh dear. Someone shoot me.
My lack of political discussion here apparently leads the world to assume I am some ignorant savage American yokel without a fucking clue. That is a serious misconception. I've learned to speak three foreign languages in my life, and I get my news from a variety of sources. I've spent time in other states and other countries. I don't discuss politics here much at all because it's the internet and this is rarely civil discourse. This is my damn journal and this is about me; it's not a political blog.
But for the record, I read so much news every day that I have panic attacks at my desk and I have to drink to go to sleep at night sometimes for fear of what's happening to my country and to the world. I fucking vote, and with a vengence.
You want a political fight, you're welcome to go elsewhere.