August 2006


I hear the grumbling rising up from the street
But as it reaches my ears it slowly changes its tune
to the whiiiiiine of
a baby or a starving mosquito
We hear of ‘emergency measures’ being taken
and your first question is:
What does it forbid you that you were formerly permitted?
You say something won’t work,
that’s it’s a waste of space
and an infringement upon your rights
But what I hear through all your cold and venomous logic is
“I didn’t know I had these rights until YOU tried to take them away
but now I want them back
you fucking fascist”

I guess you don’t care whether it has the slightest chance
of making you safer
if it means you’re restricted from doing
something you used to be able to do
I never understood how your mechanism
of perennial pessimism works
but I begin to find that it works in me as well
Going along to get along sounds like a mighty mean thing
to suggest to anyone
but is it too much to ask that you shut the fuck up?
Because I’m tired of hearing you
complain about what a police state we’re turning into
Do me a favor:
Go live in a REAL police state for fifteen weeks
and then come back, if they let you come back
and tell us what a fucking paradise they have over there

You are turning “America” into a dirty word
and for that I will not forgive you.


“Displacement, too, is also an effective method for psychologically avoiding reality. It is a step above projection and is considered simply neurotic. While projection can often appear to be completely uncoupled from reality, displacement has the advantage of allowing someone filled with unpleasant emotions to have an acceptable object onto which to express those emotions. Note that in projection, the individual completely denies that he or she even possesses or is capable of possessing those unacceptable emotions–it is the ‘other’ who possesses them, and wants to inflict them on you.”

This taught me something about myself, actually.

Whenever I’m around other people, I suspect & fear that they are trying to hide their true feelings about me, and that those hidden feelings usually involve some sense of hostility – in short, I’m thinking that they don’t want me to find out that they hate me.

What this says about my own state of mind is, mildly put, unsettling.