Who Went And Decided Things Could Go FUBAR??

There's been some things going on that have me questioning just what the hell is normal anymore.  When the benchmarks that you use to keep your mind centered get skewed by the magnetic storm around you then you really need to stop and burrow yourself into a safe place and take stock of hearsay and rumors and truth and all the other fodder being shot at you.

Then and only then can you say "man I am still fucked up by all of this."

Then and only then can you say "man I want a beer.  It better be a cold beer."

There's one factor that makes me think a lot differently than a lot of people: the way I see the world.  And I don't mean vision.  I've been burnt enough by asshole pricks and other fucking morons that I tend to be ultra-pessimistic before I engage in debate on a subject, and other times I've heard it so much I just don't give a damn anymore.  Right now I'd rather just fester in anger in a remote corner and fear the worst but I guess nobody wants to let me do that.  So I'll just drink a beer or 2 or 3 cases and wait for the next disaster to come calling (Rush Limbaugh declares himself a god and half the country says OK...)

Wake me up when the Schlitz blitz or Blatz blast or PBR please be repulsed hour has passed...