Thursday, June 14, 2007

One moment in time…

A bitch woke up this morning with politics on my mind.

Let’s jump right the hell on in, shall we?

Step onto soap box…fluff afro…begin...

NBC is feasting on the carcass of a new political poll showing that Americans are disgusted with government.

Oh my!

Is that fucking news to anyone?

Maybe it is…but it shouldn’t be.

Flock of bitchitude, this bitch is exhausted…but I’ve got some serious work to do.

Hit it Whitney!

I want one moment in time
When I'm more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams
Are a heart beat away
And the answers are all up to me

Congress is fixing to take their Independence Day break and return home. Now is the time to make certain our elected officials return home to the judgment of the masses…to our voice and our concerns…to the constituency they answer to, damn it…and to the bitchitude behind those poll numbers.

Give me one moment in time
When I'm racing with destiny
Then in that one moment of time
I will feel,
I will feel

There is a tendency to get so fucking disgusted that we simply want to holla and throw up both our hands (wink)...but this shit requires action not apathy.

Our role in government didn't stop at the voting booth.


And this bitch isn’t talking about shooting off one of those electronic form-based e-mails. I’ve got nothing against them, but my ass plans to pick up the fucking phone…and then write a letter…and then send an e-mail…and then follow up on all that shit with another phone call.

Give me one moment in time
When I'm more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams
Are a heart beat away
And the answers are all up to me

Because the shit that government is failing to address or addressing poorly because they just want to move some paper…Lawd, have mercy…that shit fucking matters!

Give me one moment in jump up the ass of my elected representatives and tell them how I feel about specific shit.

When I'm racing with destiny...because the leak we fail to fix today ain’t going to miraculously fix itself. It is time to break out some tools or build a boat!

Then in that one moment of time...make up that list of to-do shit that didn't get done, locate the proper contact information, document the voting records and get down to the bitness of governing government.

Big finish....

I will be free!

Steps off of soap box.


Now that damned song is stuck in my head...

1 comment:

Maya's Granny said...

Yes, see if we can get our congress persons cornered and talk to them. Face to face is best, and phone before and after e-mail really ads punch. Also, original e-mails, rather than form letters. They work for us, and every little once in a while, we need to remind them of that.

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