On the Libby Commutation

I am incoherent with rage.

Last night it was shocked disbelief and a vaguely sick feeling.

Today, I'm sick with rage. Worse, I am incoherent with it. I want to call the White House comments line that jonquil so kindly posted on her journal, but I can't come up with a single, intelligible thing to say that doesn't consist of "AAAAAAAAAGH YOU MISERABLE FUCKING CRIMINALS I WANT YOU OUT OF OFFICE AND I WANT YOU FINANCIALLY RUINED AND I WANT YOU OUT OF MY COUNTRY AND I WANT YOU DEAD DEAD DEAD".

I want to call and clog their phone lines but I cannot begin to figure out what to say that wouldn't make me sound like a reactionary idiot who can be easily written off. The problem is, with this administration, even the moderate, respected people with clout are being easily written off. So what good does my one call do?

Particularly when all I can think of to say is "YOU FUCKING CRIMINALS STOP POLLUTING MY COUNTRY, KILLING MY SOLDIERS, PENALIZING MY POOR PEOPLE, DESTROYING MY SCIENCE, REWARDING THE WEALTHY AND POWERFUL, SUBVERTING MY CONSTITUTION AND RUINING MY FREE PRESS. I WANT YOU OFF MY CONTINENT AND I WANT YOU TO NEVER COME BACK. I WANT YOU TO STOP BREATHING, STOP TALKING, STOP BREAKING THE LAW AND PRETENDING IT'S OKAY, AND STOP WASTING OUR MONEY WITH YOUR ON-AGAIN OFF-AGAIN EXECUTIVE PRIVILEGE, YOU FILTHY MOTHERFUCKING SLEAZEBAGS."


Plus, I have cramps. Explains a bit, but - and I stress - only a bit.

Okay, this cheered me up a little.

We got three identical emails in a row from the same guy, requesting information from our Behavioral Health group about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

::sigh::

I have a warm and fuzzy feeling now.