April 15th, 2009

garfield pirate

More fucking pirates

There was another news story today about yet another hijacking attempt by those Somali assholes. I'm really getting sort of pissed at these stories and I have no clue why our military doesn't simply unleash some whoopass. I've heard military spokesman and Obama administration pussies whine about the large area they have to patrol and that's why these pirates can attack with impunity and it's bullshit. It might take a long time to get a ship into range but why not just lob a fucking tomahawk at them or a predator or hell, launch a F-16 to light them up like a christmas tree. Instead of parking dozens of navy ships all over, just put one aircraft carrier somewhere in the middle and the jets can cover that entire area with firey whoopass. It's only a problem if you want to negotiate with these assholes or otherwise engage them. A 5000 lb bomb has a form of diplomacy all its own. After we turn any Somali ship who approaches into burning twisted metal a few times, I'll bet the rest will keep their fucking distance. And if not, we just have more dead Somali pirates, and that's just as good if not better.
zoloft sad

Objects in motion

I'm feeling sort of down lately. There's no real cause for it, or rather, no new cause to explain it. I've been sleeping sort of badly but that's pretty common for me. I had an entire series of distressing dreams last night ranging from stabbing one of my sister's friends and having to go through a police investigation to having to re-handwrite a long essay for a final exam. I guess the latter might not seem all that bad at first but my handwriting is pretty awful and I've pretty much forgotten how to write in cursive over the years. I just working on it with a cramping hand, all the while hoping what I was writing would be good enough. It wasn't much fun. There were 2-3 more dreams, all slightly disturbing, and all forgotten by now. I guess it's just a sign that I feel sort of unsettled for some unknown reason. In short, I have the sads.

Sometimes it's just hard to figure out what's the point of it all, putting one foot in front of the other, day by day. It just seems like inertia more than anything else.