I anybody there, does anybody care?

For the musical theater illiterate that's a line from the musical 1776. John Adams is wondering if what they are doing (the constitutional congress) will make any difference. Today I empathize with the fictional Adams.

Is anybody there, does anybody care?

The news is filled to the brim with the flotsum and jetsum of the world. On the Drudge report we can read about AIDS victims being buried alive, a death in the presidents motorcade, a Hollywood pop tart under investigation for her mothering skills, Nazis protesting at the Mexican Consulate, and sooooo much more. Are there any sane, intelligent, compassionate, helpful or even non-hurtful people. Is there any good news out there?

It's hard not to look at homo sapiens as a plague on the planet. I'm not an eco-terrorist by any stretch, they are just as bad as the rest of the species. If I was the Creator (which ever name you'd like to give him) I think I'd be revising my original plan. Maybe he should start over with a whole new group of beings or maybe he should find a hobby. Something where He wouldn't be blamed for every disaster that comes down the pike. A hobby where He and His family and followers weren't abused and attacked on a minute to minute basis. A hobby where His followers don't take it upon themselves to become judge, jury and executioner. Maybe something that he will get some positive feedback for.

As a woman and a mother I know what it's like to be taken for granted. Not by my family they're really good showing their gratitude for the things I do. The world on the other hand abuses me for my lack of incentive, comics debase those things that are most precious to me and the media dishonors not only my position but my beliefs.

But I'm not bitter, well not much. What I am is tired. Physically, emotionally, and in any other way. I'm sick and tired.