Why I've become an anti-Semite in my old age.

Anti-Semite, for the purposes of this discussion, means anti-Jew, not anti-Semitic-people.

( Cutted for those without a sense of humor )

In summation: I hate people. Lots of people. People I haven't even met. People I'm friends with! I hate you all, and want you dead. Yupyup!

Oh, and a what-we-did-today post.

We went and had Afghan food. Mmmm. Love that. But really, the fun part of today was on the boat home, at 11:30, sitting across from some tourists... and my mom and I got into a recitation competition. We went through Ogden Nash, LaFontaine, Robert Frost, Hillaire Belloc, Shakespeare, Vergil, the Bible ("Jesus Wept"), Poe, and several others without breaking a sweat, and the tourists just sat and jawdropped and grinned. It was great.

For those who ask "How can you remember all those?", the answer is simple: I just can. And I hardly ever get a chance to recite anything, because people shut me up, so this was fun. My family doesn't even like me to sing more than ten verses of any Christmas carol! (That's not true, actually. They don't like me to sing more than one verse of any Christmas carol.)

Edit: Oh, and on the trip out to the City, I looked at the sky. I love doing that. I don't know what youse guys see, but I look up, and I see lights. Staticky, snowy lights, pinpricking through the sky. Apparently, this is nothing to worry about, and it is often called scotopic sensitivity, or Irlen syndrome. I love it dearly, though. It's a light show when I've forgotten a book.

I just saw my very first oh-so-tragic (and offtopic!) colorbar about London.

STOP THAT RIGHT NOW.

I don't see any colorbars for the genocide in Sudan. I don't see any off-topic crying posts about the massacre of the Hmong that's going on right now. I see a few posts, occasionally, about American deaths in Iraq - but none about the civilian deaths there, which greatly exceed our own. I can only conclude that nobody cares when people die unless they (the dead people) are white.

I didn't even point this out. All I said was that images don't help anybody, and that a better way to show your support would be to... well, I don't know, but that's not it.

Apparently, that makes me "snippy". Oh, deary, you haven't seen snippy. Or snide, or sardonic, or anything like that. All you saw was sensible.

Stupid spammers.

Yeah, it's okay to interrupt people to say something like "here's how you find out if somebody you love is dead or alive". I'd be heartless to say otherwise. But to post a fucking image that took you five seconds to whip up in PhotoShop, just so that you can go about your day pretending that you're a thoughtful and caring individual? Fuck off.

You want to show how much you care? You want to prove that you honestly believe that senseless deaths are "everybody's tragedy"? Go out and help somebody. You don't even have to leave the fucking country, just donate some damn blood and save a life.

Or you can email everyone and their dog with an image. Yeah, right. Go pat yourself on the back for a job well done.

(Of course, I'm not much better, my idea of helping is apparently to rant on my journal. But at least it's my journal.)