Seriously? When I just want to bang my head on the wall, I mention Bush to my mom. Her reaction is just so much more violent and uncontrolled than mine, I end up focusing all of my energy on calming her down.

Because sometimes I get so angry, and until the next general election I feel like there is very little I can do to change the situation. My feeling of complete inability to affect meaningful change sometimes sends me to the verge of a panic attack. (Especially since we just elected a Bush brown-noser as governor of Louisiana a couple of weeks ago. How does that happen??? How do we trust Bush lackeys in Louisiana when people are still living in FEMA trailers?)

Seeing my mom freak is actually very therapeutic. ;)