What A Wonderful World!

I'd like to start off by thanking my "Elected" officials for creating an environment that gives me a reason to shit in my pants on a daily basis. Thank you from the bottom of my soiled undies. If you read my earlier blogs (if you didn't then you're a dick) you know that I have children. Never in my life did I think that I would be able to care for something, anything, the way I do my kids. The daddy in me kicked in to full gear quickly. There in lies the problem. My first thought in the morning; The Kids, my last thought at night; The kids. Every once in a while I'll think of deli meats or driving a "Mr. Softee" truck through someone's living room but for the most part, I'm thinking of my own.
So how do you think I feel when our beautiful color-coded emergency system kicks into gear? Orange, red, yellow, fuck you. What have I done? I brought two kids into a world of war and fear. They're gonna grow up with this shit. And how the fuck am I supposed to answer all their questions? They're gonna grow up hearing all this bad shit about the country they live in and they're gonna ask me, "Daddy, why do we live here?" And I'm gonna say, "Go ask your mother. She's really smart. Daddy make poopy." Then I'll spit a little and fake a fainting.
When I was a boy in the 80's (what a hoot that was) I just heard the remains of the cold war. "Those scary soviets could strike at any minute!!! Run, run straight to your church and pray!!!" Because one of the lord's many talents is stealing launch codes, I'm sure. Fortunately for me, Rocky IV came out and I saw, with my own two eyes, Rocky Balboa beat the shit out of Ivan Drago. He was in enemy territory and they couldn't even beat him. Oh yeah, they sent a few retards after him when he went out for a morning jog. That movie single handedly turned the Soviet Union into a shitty joke. We laughed for hours on end, "Ha, ha, ha."
My kids need a movie like that. A nice animated feature that shows their enemies as nothing but a bunch of ugly assholes who use their money and position in life to scare us all into submission. I wonder if the Bush administration would be willing to do the voice overs and the main character can be an oily seagull.
I don't know what to believe anymore. I have no trust in the people who are supposed to be protecting me and my family. I replaced religion with thought when I was a teenager, so sitting alone at the edge of my bed, talking to my ceiling is out. Every plan that my so-called "leaders" come up with is dumber than the next. We can't come up with anything better? Are you fucking kidding me? Here's what I'm gonna do; I'm gonna take care of my own and preserve life as I see fit. My government has failed my children, religion can only do more harm and the education system is just a real peach. Just ask the folks in New Orleans about the help they got. No government, no church and nobody came to their aid, they had eachother and that was it. Let it be a lesson. We've had planes crash into NYC and a hurricane practically wipe away one of the greatest cities on the planet. Take charge, open your eyes and speak up. Maybe, just maybe, by the time my kids are old and dirty they can truly be proud of their world.