Why I don't rant like I used to...

It dawned on me last night why I don't rant like I used to...I avoid things that make me rant most of the time.

Perhaps in my aging, I finally internalized the hidden message that my Mom was always trying to tell me when she would say, "If it hurts when you go like that, then don't go like that." What she was trying to tell me was simply this: If something drives you crazy or hurts you in some fashion...avoid it! So, I took that to heart, and when things did tend to pass my threshold, normally I was nowhere near my computer to actually blog while I was ranting (mental note: buy a laptop as my retirement present to myself...rant when it hits and games on the move).

That being said, I've recently been overwhelmed by a couple of events...so here goes:

1. I hate driving in traffic. No normal traffic, but the inane lunacy that passes for traffic in our nation's capital. I had the "overwhelming joy" of driving my youngest daughter to her dance class last night. Suffice to say, having to change a tire before I left, thereby leaving late, did not help my mood. Add in the fact that no other human within a thousand miles of me knows how to drive normally, i.e. an accident on the shoulder of the other side of the interstate IS NOT A REASON FOR YOU TO COME TO A COMPLETE #$&*(&^#$(*&$(#ING STOP DURING RUSH HOUR...you spastic clowns. Add to that mess, the inability of the standard driver to actually just patiently add themselves to the end of a line at an off-ramp...Nooo, that would make sense, but what do you wool-headed excuses for meatsacks do...WHIP YOUR CAR ACROSS 2 LANES AND NEARLY RIP THE FRONT END OF MY CAR OFF STUFFING YOUR FORD BEHEMOTH-MOBILE INTO A SPACE MY DAUGHTER WOULDN'T FIT IN...WAIT YOUR FRACKING TURN LIKE THE REST OF US...

2. I hate my state...more specifically, the fact that the Democratic party that runs my state has been ripe with corruption since they started. Chicago has been owned by the Daly family in politics, what with vote early and vote often. I didn't vote for anybody this year because my state didn't even have the common courtesy of sending me an absentee ballot, despite having registered and used their online request form, not once but twice. Perhaps they realized that I wouldn't have voted for Obama and decided that I didn't need to vote as I was voting wrong. Add to that frustration, WHAT THE HELL...the thick-witted, brain-damaged, son of a... governor decides he can SELL a vacant Senate seat? Is it legal for me to take a short trip back and slap him so hard his great-great-great-great-grandchildren are born cross-eyed? I didn't vote for him when I had the chance and now I've been vindicated...

That's enough for now...my blood pressure spiked while recalling how angry I was yesterday and I have to go and calm down now before I blow a vessel.