I’m writing this tonight because for the first time in years, I can’t sleep. Usually I can blame my insomnia on some substance, but this time it’s because I’m mad as hell.
“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression.”
~ Howard Beale
I don’t know what to do about war in the middle east — or where to start to solve the gun problem in America — or how to handle the racism and hate-mongering that seems to be getting worse by the day. All of that trash gets me mad.
So, tomorrow when I drive by some derelict on skid row, I’ll pull over and try to make his day a little less cruel for a minute. It’s a small win, but I’ll take it. Putting something positive back into the world makes me a bit less mad.
Illegitimi non carborundum.
Wake up. Get mad. Do some good.