Delaware Liberal

At some point you have to ask yourself if you’ve had enough.  At what point in life do you stop questioning everything.  At some point you succumb.  You bend over, clench and say ok.  When does that happen for me?  It hasn’t yet and I’m beginning to wonder if I’m ever going to be able to be like my father and mother.  When do I roll  over and let it happen. When do I stop fighting? At what point does the curtain come down and I realize the final act is over and I have to walk out of the theater and go back to reality?

That reality being the one where I don’t fight anymore.  When am I  supposed to have that happen to me?  I’d like to know.  Because quite honestly I’m ready to be a teabagger or some form of a schlepp that doesn’t care anymore and get’s into his “shiny metal box” [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbQd3jxth5k[/youtube]and drives to work each day.  Ignoring all the bullshit that his car cuts through along the way.  Pollution?  That’s bipartisan bullshit.  That isn’t real.  Cars don’t pullute.  Are you nuts?  The earth is warming on its own you dipshit.  When do I get to drive down the road with MY blinders on?  When  do I get to start ignoring the 20 x 20 foot sign telling me I need to get my wife a ring?  The sign that says I have to buy that new car?   That sign that says I need to go to Delaware Park and put money in a machine that is guaranteed to win only 30% of the time by LAW!  When?  When do I become a pliable cell easily maliable to whatever the media I am bombarded with tells me to become?  I want to drive and be that guy that says 2 days later, “Hey you know I should go to DP and blow my check on the slots, because if I win I will be rich and all my problems will be solved”  I’m ready lord.  Implant stupid now.  I’ve been saving for a while now I think I have enough to get that surgery. Screw the penal implant, you porn doesn’t care how big it is. I’m ready for teh stupid. Bring it! Size triple moron!