It's December 23, and Festivus is upon us again! Stop admiring your pole (hmm, that didn't come out right), digest the Feast, and build up a good head of resentment for the Feats of Strength. That's right, it's time for the Airing of Grievances.
My grievance list:
Politicians who allow others to do the heavy lifting, negotiate against themselves to accommodate the other side, then claim a momentous accomplishment. You know who you are, Fredo.
Not using the serial comma.
Selfishness without consideration of its consequences to others.
Allowing the top marginal rate to return to pre-2000 levels would not be income redistribution any more than what happened to the tax code from 1980 - 2000 was.
And, so what if it is. All taxes are income redistribution at some level, because some activities that pertain to the common good cannot, by their nature, be self-supporting.
The Designated Hitter.
The 24-hour news cycle, which has made the word "verification" as obsolete as latin.
The sun should be up before I am. Every day.
People who are belligerent about putting the "Christ" back into the pagan solstice festival they usurped back in the Middle Ages.
Athletes and coaches who can't craft an intelligible English sentence who act like what they do is too complex to explain to an intelligent layman.
Using race as a way to keep the lower classes too busy distrusting each other to pay attention to the people who really are screwing them.
Ah, hell. Politicians in general.
Those of any political description who refuse to look more than one step down the road from any decision, thus allowing the entire nation to be governed by the law of Unintentional Consequences.
The Washington DC area's reaction to snow and cold weather.
Chainsaw Dan Snyder.
Now that you're convinced I'm an embittered, cynical, old bastard (note proper use of serial comma), stay tuned for tomorrow's post. You're not wrong about the Embittered, cynical, old bastard part, but we have our moments, too.