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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
YouTube Wednesday:
Therapy
Rage Boy. More
about him here.
THE VICIOUS CIRCLE. We were pretty concerned and saddened to read about all the torment over at the DailyKos yesterday. We just never knew that so many people had had their whole lives wrecked by the Bush presidency. People like this poor fellow:
Bush has also damaged my mental health.
After I actually took the trouble to inform myself about politics a couple years ago, and learned the true extent of the damage Bush has done to this country, I have a constant boiling rage inside me. Absolutely constant. Never ceases, though sometimes I can get it down to a simmer so I can go out in public and hang out with friends without doing something stupid. On top of the anger is a generous dose of fear and anxiety, coming directly from the Bush administration's march to fascism.
Frequently, I'm so intensely angry that I hit things. I just broke my bookshelf today because I hit it. My knuckles have decent callouses on them from hitting things, and various pieces of my property show signs of my rage. Thankfully, I've never turned violent against people since I was in high school, though I was sorely tempted to deviate the septum of a wingnut who called me a traitor and faggot to my face at the anti-war march last Saturday.
Of course, it's unhealthy to harbor this much anger, especially if I'm stuffing it down all the time so people around me don't see me acting borderline psychotic. These emotions leak out, turn into other emotions, like depression, which I've fought with since college. I've also developed a venomous hatred of Bush and his cronies and the 23-percenters that support him. Hatred's never a good emotion to hold, but there it is. I literally hate those motherf*ckers who are destroying our country.
After I actually took the trouble to inform myself about politics a couple years ago, and learned the true extent of the damage Bush has done to this country, I have a constant boiling rage inside me. Absolutely constant. Never ceases, though sometimes I can get it down to a simmer so I can go out in public and hang out with friends without doing something stupid. On top of the anger is a generous dose of fear and anxiety, coming directly from the Bush administration's march to fascism.
Frequently, I'm so intensely angry that I hit things. I just broke my bookshelf today because I hit it. My knuckles have decent callouses on them from hitting things, and various pieces of my property show signs of my rage. Thankfully, I've never turned violent against people since I was in high school, though I was sorely tempted to deviate the septum of a wingnut who called me a traitor and faggot to my face at the anti-war march last Saturday.
Of course, it's unhealthy to harbor this much anger, especially if I'm stuffing it down all the time so people around me don't see me acting borderline psychotic. These emotions leak out, turn into other emotions, like depression, which I've fought with since college. I've also developed a venomous hatred of Bush and his cronies and the 23-percenters that support him. Hatred's never a good emotion to hold, but there it is. I literally hate those motherf*ckers who are destroying our country.
It's always our desire to assist those who are in misery. That's why today's multimedia offerings have been chosen specifically to provide balm and succor to the KosKids so terribly afflicted by the President. It's difficult to find therapeutic materials containing absolutely no inflammatory content, such as references to America and other unspeakable evils, but we've done our best. For example, this first video is intended simply to clear the cobwebs a bit, let a little fresh air into the fevered mind. It takes place entirely in the U.K., so there's no danger of seeing a flag or a Humvee or a U.S. Marine. (By all means, take advantage of the full screen option on this one. Just click on the box at the extreme right hand in the bottom edge of the window:
. The experience will be more
holistic or something. Also, don't feel guilty. The Caterham 7 is very fuel
efficient.)Blow Out Them Cobwebs, Dude.
(Click on pic to go to YouTube file.)
The next step is to achieve a state of deep calm, reach a zone far removed from the hurly-burly of modern life. Sit back, relax, and feel those good natural vibes.
Get Those Alpha Waves Going.
Tragically, life can't be exclusively about ferns. At some point, civilization really did happen and brought with it all the hectoring anxieties that accumulate into rage and depression. What's needed is a freeing perspective. It helps to remember that in the grand scheme of things our lives are fleeting, and only time is eternal. This next clip may be disturbing at first, but it takes us ultimately to a better place. You'll see. (If you've been following along with our therapy but aren't a KosKid, you might also find some solace in this related clip. But be warned that it contains imagery which may be profoundly offensive and even dangerous for progressives.)
Time Flies. Really.
There. We got past all that messy and awful technological hell and broke through to a natural state where there's nothing but us and glorious Mother Earth. You should be starting to feel better now. Let's build on that natural euphoria by rolling around some more in pure nature.
It's Really Cool. Nature,
that is.
Oops. The last part of that clip took a turn we weren't expecting. Despite our best efforts, it turns out that even nature is part of the problem. Meaning human nature. The last shot reminds us of a couple of things. Like this:
The Terrible Ubiquity of
Chimpy.
Okay. We get it. We understand why you're so incredibly enraged. We are too. Every road leads finally to the same conclusion. There's only one way to relieve your distress and return you to the state of dignified virtue you have every right to enjoy. So here you go:
Ultimate Justice.
Feeling all better now? Good. Have a nice day for a change. Idiots.
P.S. For all the non-progressives out there, here's a slightly different version of ultimate justice. (h/t Ace). Just to take the bad taste out of your mouth. Beats the hell out of those ferns, don't it?
