Get Angry. Boycott Everything.

Some wag once wrote that there are five stages of grief.

If you don't know what they are, here's the list:

1) Shock And Denial
2) Pain And Guilt
3) Anger And Bargaining
4) Depression
5) Acceptance

I don't know about that. Perhaps I was too close to the issue to recognize what was transpiring. All I can remember from those events in my life where someone was lost was an overwhelming sense of anger.

It didn't matter if it was the death of a pet, friend or family member. It didn't matter if it was the death of a romantic relationship. I just became angry.

The strange thing is that anger never seems to go away. When I think back on those events, I still get angry.

I get even more angry when I look around and see the likes of Kissinger and Brzezinski still sucking air while young, vibrant Americans are dying in some filthy third world pest hole halfway around the globe.

I never tried to bargain with God or anyone else. I never got depressed, and as far as acceptance....well death is kind of final. There's not alot you can do about it. You sort of have to accept it. However, acceptance does not mean acquiescence.

I think whoever came up with this list was a shill for the New World Order, and I want to kick his pink, goober smooching, commie ass.

Sure, we've all been shocked by the idiocy that seems characterizes the vast majority of the American public. We look at the boob-tube and see stupid things like American Idol taking over two hours of prime time every week on Fox. Thousands line up to be humiliated by a guy who couldn't make it in Britain so he comes over here and all he can do is spew half witted criticisms.

They just enslaved your 4X over great grandchildren to pay for this giveaway, excuse me - bailout- , to the rich and powerful while keeping you penniless, nearly homeless and you're watching already failed recording artists try and get you to buy their crap again? Put away the guitars and pianos, boys and girls. You need more practical skills.

People voted a guy who thinks there are 58 states and can't even present a birth certificate into the Whitehouse. I can present a valid US Government issued (not state issued, US GOVERNMENT issued) birth certificate on demand. I'll bet most of you can present a birth certificate on demand. This guy? No, he puts an allegedly authentic copy up on the web. Isn't altering (forging) government issued ID a crime?

I could go on for nearly an eternity with the things that shock me. Paris(ite) Hilton, Nadya Suleman for example, and then comes the denial.

They can't be THAT stupid can they? Oh, wait, then there's A-Rod. A guy who makes millions playing a game for kids and feels compelled to cheat. Clinton is over in Indonesia trying to tie us closer to a group of Muslim extremists. Oh, didn't you know? Indonesian Health Minister Siti Fadilah Supari has been allegedly cozying up to Muslims who want to weaponize the Avian Flu. Way to go Hillary.

Indonesia is predominantly Muslim. The Muslims there go on occasional pogroms and do things like attack Christian school kids. What happens in this country if a Christian accidentally even misspells muslim? Speaking of which, have you noticed ads for muslin sheets have disappeared? Is someone afraid of offending a certain group? Muslin. Sheets. Make the connection.

My guess is she and her boss with his "Muslim Roots" want to make it easy for them to smuggle an infected martyr into this country.

Pain? Guilt? Not me, baby. I'm not responsible for anything that happened. Doing stupid things like speeding on a rain slick road, putting a shotgun in your mouth, playing Evel Knievel on a dirt bike, or ignoring warnings from your doctor....that's on you, baby. Sure, I'm sorry you died, but no one forced you to make the choices you did. And old age, my furry friends, I know being on four legs makes it difficult....so I'll kick the Grim Reaper in his nuts for you when he comes for me.

So here I am. Stuck at "angry".

You know, I love the "I'm mad as Hell" speech from Peter Finch in the movie "Network".





Anger from the American public? Sure, alot of us were when they first started talking about the bailout. The calls were running, according to some accounts, 300 to 1 against. Did you see anything lately about this last round of giveaways?

No. I suspect the reason is twofold. One - The media was probably told to stay away from it to keep people from getting involved. Two - people have learned, again, that their voice doesn't matter to the creeps in the government.

Finch said, "They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."

That's the American public bargaining. Just leave me alone to watch American Idiot and A-Rod smack a few balls around. Let me watch millionaires chase dead pigs around on a muddy field while I swill cheap beer and watch the kids get fat from eating GMO corn chips. I don't care if I get diabetes as long as you can just give me a shot or a pill, just leave me alone.

The would be kings of the Earth are working overtime to drive us all into a depression. It ain't going to work on me. I'm still angry. I just watched people with whom I've worked with for years get axed last week. I guess the kings of the Earth want more of us to get to the point where we accept their rule. To come to them on bended knees as slaves seeking relief.

Not me.

I'm still angry.

This is my country. This is my land. This is my heritage. These are my people. You shall not have any of it. And I'm doing my damndest to boycott everything you make or sell.

It's impossible, I know. But, I'm not buying a new car. Not after the last piece of crap you sold me and refused to stand behind. Bye-bye GM. I laughed when you sent me e-mails asking me to call my congressman on your behalf. Another company will come to take your place, and workers will again have jobs. You'll become another page in history alongside Pierce-Arrow and Stutz Motor Company. I'll tell my great grandchildren about what hubris can do to a mighty corporation.

Bye-bye, Chrysler. Only you could have been so stupid as to hire a man who ruined Home Depot and pay him millions to do the same to you.

Bye-bye Circuit city with your piss poor customer service. I stopped shopping at you long ago. Maybe one day, I'll stop by and urinate in your now vacant doorway.

Bye-bye Six Flags with your overpriced admission and laughably overpriced, greasy food.

Some will say that this will harm the economy even more as people withdraw from the market and cause more Americans to lose their jobs.

I say, "good".

Maybe these Americans will stop trying to bargain with those who seek dominion over all of us. Maybe they'll start to see who the real enemies are. It isn't we who have decided to stop spending. It's the Fat Cats who sit in glass towers and marbled offices who have stolen everything and now demand that we, the mice, hand over the crumbs from the pantry.

Maybe they'll save their metal guitar strings and piano wire for slicing something other than cheese. Maybe they'll recycle the bottles from their cheap beer into tools for spreading the cleansing power of fire.

Maybe I'll have a reason to stop being angry.