Well this is one middle-ager who isn't going to take it anymore. I have a job to do: poll political campaigns. And you can be certain that I'll do it without bias, because I despise every last one of these politicians, be they officeholders, office-seekers or office evacuees. I think they are all vapid and vain and slippery as snakes. But at least it helps to make one an unbiased pollster when one doesn't care who wins.
But just because I don't have a hidden agenda doesn't mean I don't have an opinion. And here it is: It's time for you, dear reader, to phone your banker, who won't make any loans; and your landlord, who ups your rent as soon as the moving van clears the driveway; your TV cable company, which features 500 channels and 600 excuses for upping your bill; the insurance company that is shocked that you'd dare make a claim; the doctor's office that won't return your phone calls; and, most of all, the damn politicians, who care more about titles, perks and perpetual re-election than about public service -- and tell them that you are mad as hell and you're not going to take it anymore.
And while you're at it, stop forking out a second mortgage to watch coddled film and pro sports stars perform; stop buying overpriced, underwritten books by self-proclaimed celebrities; and tell TV networks that trot out biased, filtered news that you're done buying from their advertisers.
Get off your duff, and come out swinging!
We are slowly -- maybe not even slowly now -- losing our economy and our nation while a handful of billionaires and slick bureaucrats profiteer off our misfortune and complacency at every turn.
Don't believe me? Then just ask yourself why the government didn't extend the ban on the "short selling" of financial institutions. Anyone with half a brain would have known that as soon as the ban ended, the market would tank. You don't think some folks made huge money on that little deal?
I wish I were a newscaster, like the fictional Howard Beale in "Network." I would have you all running to the windows shouting along with me.
On second thought, I now recall that Beale ended up getting shot for his troubles. I'm starting to know how he felt.