Despite all my rage, blah blah blah.

I have the most horrible feeling that my plan to put happiness into the world by being happy is a complete failure.

And I want to say, to hell with the world! It's all about you and me, baby, but I can hardly conceive even believing that. And it doesn't matter that the apostrophe is in the wrong place when rape is even existing. It doesn't matter that I'm lonely when people are beating the hell out of their pregnant handicapped roommates. What I want to do doesn't matter. People are starving, dying, bleeding, and praying for ...what, again?

Miss America, please outline your wish in more detail. "I wish for world peace" doesn't really cut it. "I wish for equality in finances; the human right to not have the crap kicked out of you to be honored; clean water for the whole planet; that people would get off their lazy asses and clean some of the litter in the park up more often; dignity in death; respect for your elders and those younger as well; no more insane young people killing everyone in sight; for human beings to live as we ought and not to survive as though we're still animals in the trees. I wish not for love and happiness for all but the basic human right to not be waterboarded for an oil war to be respected, for more adoptions from African countries, for less attention to be paid to what celebrity is in rehab this weekend and more to what dictators are blowing up what sect of their population the same weekend."

Not so much about the attention part, I suppose. I hate talking. I am so tired of talking about "the issues." No war! Okay, we've settled it, we hate war. Hey, wait, why's this war still going on? Well, sweetheart, because our lovely representative political offices are currently held by a bunch of bought-and-paid-for idiots who don't care that children are slowly - and not so slowly - starving to death as long as they can glut themselves on things human beings shouldn't even eat (like excessive amounts of anything at all). We can't make up our minds about abortion! Well, get over it, because Roe v. Wade is already in place and is morally sound. Our economy is crumbling and we can't do anything about it! Maybe we should direct our violent natures to more useful things than stupid, broke college and high-school kids and mallrats - I'm pretty sure your Congressman voted in favor of the law that did blank to your blank and thus made you homicidal and not that neighborhood prep, whose assholicness is negotiable since you're the one putting bullets into him.

In conclusion, there is no conclusion. Vote, boycott, march, buy pins or shoelaces or whatever your cause calls for as a group action. Slavery and rape and slaughter and ignorance still exist - there are a million Causes to choose from and multiple Campaigns in each cause. I'm sure you can find something you care about more than whoever's winning American Idol.