I remember the sweet, care-free days of my youth. Locked in my room with my disenfranchised friends, we used to inhale paint fumes while Kurt Cobain's melodic voice exploded from the radio and pierced our ears. In those happy times, we used to share stories about how much we hated our parents, how awful school was, how no one understood us, or how blessed the feeling was when you drowned your brain with industrial chemicals. Those were the days when a kid could have sex and simply terminate the result without having hords of anti-choice fundies decending from the tree-tops screeching "WHORE!" and "MURDERER!" at the tops of their hate-speech spewing lungs. But those days are over. Gone... torn from me like a Playboy centerfold torn out of one of my bigot father's magazines. Damn it all, I used to have hope. Hopes that I could get high without losing my job. Hopes that I could screw that beautiful poet of a girl who sat behind me in homeroom... the one with God's natural oil in her hair
... without having to worry about her parents finding out about the abortion. Hopes that one day Saddam Hussein would toss out the first ceremonial pitch of a Major League Baseball home-opener. But thanks to a heartless Rethuglican pResident, it will never come to pass. Curse it all! Curse this country, curse this pResident, and curse all those idiot fundies who had the audacity to vote for a guy I don't like! They should all be herded into camps and put to death for their destruction of democracy. Only then will the goodness and purity of this nation be restored. Only then will hope be reborn.