Temper that temper …

You are, indeed, correct. I don't like you.

You are, indeed, correct. I don’t like you.

After the day I’ve had, I needed to watch this, the link sent to me by a frequent email correspondent (Thanks, Kathy!).  I tried embedding it, but the code kept disappearing or showing up only as code … must be a liberal conspiracy or something. 😉

Why, you ask? (I’m fairly sure I heard you ask and that it wasn’t just the voices in my head, but I could be wrong.) Because a letter-writer made me break my vow today to never raise my voice to a reader, and for that I’m sorry. For what I told him (basically that not all letters are printed, I won’t cater to bullies, and that I had already answered his questions before and he didn’t listen then, either) I’m not sorry.

Sen. Arlen Specter, D-Pa., left, listens to an unidentified man voice his complaints during a town hall meeting in Lebanon, Pa., in August 2009. Photo by Bradley C. Bower/The Associated Press.  Yep, this is pretty much how it went for me today.

Sen. Arlen Specter, D-Pa., left, listens to an unidentified man voice his complaints during a town hall meeting in Lebanon, Pa., in August 2009. Photo by Bradley C. Bower/The Associated Press.
Yep, this is pretty much how it went for me today.

I hate confrontation, partially because I inherited my temper from my dad, and sometimes have to fight really hard to control it. This is why I do things like occasionally rant on the blog, do puzzles (inherently logical) and keep goofy stuff near me at all times to remind  me that other people’s bad moods don’t have to rub off on me (that would just let them win, anyway, and I’m competitive enough to be determined that it doesn’t happen). I’ve quite often found myself having to play peacemaker, which despite the example in D.C. doesn’t mean refusing to compromise.

There are people in the world who just aren’t happy unless they’re making someone else unhappy (and even then they don’t smile … at most you may get a smirk), and they refuse to find even a tiny jot of humor in anything that offends them … and there’s a LOT that offends them and gives them both the feeling of entitlement and that they’re being persecuted. What’s even funnier is that they think it’s the other side that’s so quick to take offense.

Yeah, confuses the hell out of me too.

So to celebrate the end of this workweek, which also saw the return of the bronchitis I thought I’d finally kicked, I give you “The end(s).” All images are from Cute Overload.

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4 thoughts on “Temper that temper …

    • Yep. Really, the only thing I miss from not having cable is Comedy Central (and occasionally Cartoon Network, but mostly Comedy Central). Jon Stewart before bed was a ritual for me when I had cable.
      Hmmm … perhaps I should not sign off from the computer before bed without watching a Jon Stewart and/or Stephen Colbert clip … yes, that’s definitely a plan!

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  1. Sorry to hear you are a bit under the weather! I really enjoyed the video clip from the Colbert Report. Sadly however, it conveys an undeniable truth about the stench of political and media refuse that we as citizens must endure on pretty much a daily basis.

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    • Thanks, Alan … I think I’ve had one week out of the past six or seven when I didn’t feel like I was drowning or had an 87-pound cat on my chest! Even my little caregiver has taken on the attitude of “feh, she’s sick again???” 😀
      You’re so right. The practice and coverage of politics have become absolutely toxic, which is why we need people like Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert to remind us of the utter ridiculousness that’s peddled.

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