As election day grows nearer, the anger factor is reaching a fever pitch in almost every aspect of life. It’s a shame we can’t channel all this pent up energy into something other than global heating, which only makes the greenies angry and adds to the problem. At least Mama Nature is helping by dropping the temperature a few degrees and making it feel more like fall than the endless summer. Hopefully, we’ll get some precipitation soon as well, before the planet bursts into flames from spontaneous combustion.
Where shall I start? Well, there’s the presidential sweepstakes, the biggest target. Democrats are angry at President Obama for rolling over at the first debate. Sputtering pundits across the land point out that El Prez could have called Gritty Mitt on a number of issues that he has waffled on. Republicans, although ecstatic over finally landing a punch in the contest, are angry that The Flipper sounded more like Nellie Rockefeller than The Gipper. (What did he mean, saying he would work with Democrats?!) The right is also furious about the latest jobs numbers, led by former GE kingpin Jack Welch. Although they gladly accept the Bureau of Labor stats when it works to their advantage, now there are cries of book cooking. (More heat!) The chattering class is mad at debate moderator Jim Lehrer for not keeping the candidates in line, and not defending his fellow PBS commentator, Big Bird, from being thrown into the budget-cutting stew.
Across the boiling sea, anger is a way of life. Pissed off Muslims, egged on by Al Qaeda, are still giving bad reviews to an amateur movie that no one has even seen. Four Americans, including an ambassador, are dead and embassies still smolder from the fires of religious hatred. The State Department is under fire for not heeding the pleas for more guns on the ground, and Darrel Issa’s hatchetmen are gathering kindling to do a Joan of Arc number on Susan Rice and Hillary Clinton. The Syrians are mad at each other, resulting in a vicious civil war that has now angered the Turks. The Israelis are mad at the Americans for not bombing the shit out of the Iranians. The Iranians are mad at their mullah masters for wrecking their economy to make nuclear power that might be be made into bombs.
There are continuing riots in Spain, Greece, and anywhere else where the failure of governments has led to crippling austerity and chronic unemployment. Everyone blames the smart and thrifty Germans for not ponying up more euros to pay for their incompetence. The Germans are mad at having to gut their own economy to prove that they are not Nazi racists. The English are mad at the Italians for printing photos of Duchess Kate’s royal boobs. The French are fondling the wallets of their well-to-do citizenry in an effort to keep their own people from burning Paris, which even the Germans were reluctant to do.
Here in Northern California, you’d think everyone would be happy, at least while both bay area teams are in the playoffs, but no! Oakland fans are furious at management’s refusal to remove the tarps of unsold seats at the Colosseum. (Just when they thought they were there, there still is no there there!)
In Sacramento, progressives and unions are mad at the erratic and pragmatic Governor Jerry for not signing every feelgood budget-sucking socially-just bill that crossed his desk. Voters in our neck of the woods are mad at Assembly-Senate wannabe dimbulb Dan Logue for refusing to show up at debates. (How can you be in two offices at once when you’re nowhere at all? Or maybe Texas.)
And here at home, we seem to finally have an issue to get mad about. There is grumbling over the two sales tax initiatives in GV and NC. Will the money go to needed services, or to pay for more exec salaries and pensions? This has been brought to light on Jeff Pelline’s blog, with some help by former GV mayor Mark Johnson. Such scrutiny is a good thing, and much more of an issue than whether Jan Arbuckle was endorsed by the Republican party. See? Who says I can’t be nice sometimes? There’s only so much anger to go around.