I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I woke to that gad-awful American version of CNN on my old clock-radio.

Bleh. CNN is to U.S. radio, like the Sun is to UK news, know what I mean? News for the mentally lazy.

They were talking about the economic meltdown, and interviewing some moron calling himself either a political or economic professor, and this supposedly intelligent man said--rather haughtily and childishly--that "If people wanted to be PATRIOTIC, they'd support Wall Street. If they just care about themselves, then by all means be cautious with your money."

HOW stupid is that?

When the hell did spending money become patriotic???

So, because my literal net worth at the moment, is about 57 dollars, that makes me a traitor to my country???

What? What don't they just sell patriotism at the one-dollar store now, alongside the cheap made-in-China knick-knacks. Stick it in with the soaps, socks and cereal boxes.

Funny, I thought patriotism was about sacrificing your life for you country, about political dissent, voting, volunteering, participating in town meetings, honouring your flag and those who fought for it, learning about your nation's history, respecting your country's laws--and, your fellow countrymen and women.

Guess not. Now, it's patriotic to buy American beef--which rules out eating at McDonald's, thank God.

If you don't agree with the conservatives/republicans, you're branded a "liberal"--said with the same fear and loating that many of my paranoid Yanks used to whisper about Communists, 40 or 50 years ago.

Captialism and democracy can work--but, as such folks as Eisenhower AND Marx had warned us, many decades ago--and nobody listened--EXTREME capitolism and democracy....are a disaster waiting to happen.

But, if you want to be psuedo-patriotic, by all means, throw your money at Wall Street--and look up the name of a good homeless shelter while you're at it...becasue if you go belly up, the US government can't and won't help you--they're only helping the blokes on WALL STREET, that got us into this mess in the first place.

Oh, and by the way, while I do love my country....I still would be much happier being British.

I was hoping to put in 4 hours work tonight, just so I have a pay check next week, yet an hour in to working the phone, my voice sounds--and feels, like I've been gargling with gravel and ground glass. Dang.

I'm really tired too, my heart has been pounding out the samba. I'm sick of being sick!

...I only felt that way.

I've been silent all week for two reasons: 1. that cold I woke with on Sunday morning, turned into the flu, THEN into walking pneunomia. I'm only just back at work on Friday, and still seriously shaky and weak, and can't breathe worth a damn if I walk more than block or so.

And...my computer died Sunday afternoon. It's completely gone. the windows socket whatever that is, is gone...basically all I get when I turn it on, is my wall paper...no icons, nothing.

So, here I am, computerless, probably for at least a year, until I can save enough for a new tower.

Well, gotta' go to work. I'll try to write more later, on my break.