Politics, I mean.

The world is way too complicated. Whatever happened to tending to yourself and the people you love? What’s the point in all of the labels, boundaries, smears, policies, all of that nonsense?

Whatever happened to moderation? The principle that excess was a bad thing?

What’s so important about politics? No, really. Think about it. It’s like this world has become nothing more than a floating sphere of warring clubs. The instability among the nations has gotten so fucking retarded that I can’t help but to feel apathy. Watching the news and hearing about all of the spats, I just envision a bunch of damn kids waving plastic swords and squirt guns around while crying about who gets to be in charge of the treehouse today. The sad and scary part is that we’re not talking about kids, but grown men and women in charge of weaponry. You don’t get by with just a scraped knee, and you can’t just tell teacher when someone isn’t playing nice. A band-aid and some peroxide won’t do much for a bullet to the head.

I wish the recess bell would ring already. That way, the kids could all go inside together again, quit pissing and moaning about the stupid treehouse, and get some work done. Like that global warming thing, for instance? Can’t run a treehouse that’s not standing. Or maybe world hunger? If I had that many people in my treehouse starving to death, I wouldn’t want to claim ownership or liability.

I’m really tired again. I should stop blogging at 2AM. It makes for a really, really stupid post.