President Bush is the spawn of Satan.

I hate him, and I hate the fact that he's lifting the ban to drill for oil offshore. Can we once, just once, look at this earth as anything more than a pit of resources which are to be consumed and sold for profit? Can we view this earth as a place of life, of nurturing, of endless beauty that is rapidly being slaughtered in the name of SUVs and plastic bags? Why must we kill everything, why must we burn all our bridges? Can't we shove our greed aside for a moment and realize that it is not our right to savagely betray this planet which provides us the breath of life?

Quoting from CNN:
"In his statement last month, Bush also renewed his demand that Congress allow drilling in Alaska's Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, clear the way for more refineries and encourage efforts to recover oil from shale in areas such as the Green River Basin of Colorado, Utah and Wyoming."

Yes, good idea, let's dig it up, let's kill it all, let's brutally murder everything in our path. Who cares about nature anyway? Who cares about glaciers and animals and all that fairy tale pansy crap? Who needs trees, clean water or air? Send it all to hell! Come on people, are we that consumed by money that we are willing to forsake the very ground we walk on?

Americans, presumably the most powerful country in the world, are all sitting home scratching their fat heads and wondering just how in damnation we could ever reduce the price of gas and coming to the conclusion that the only real way is to dig up more oil. I have an idea. USE LESS. Stop carting your seven ugly children around in your Chevy Suburban and invest in a bike. And when you go to the grocery store, quit being so picky about whether your cat food touches your tampons, invest in a cloth bag and shut the hell up. It absolutely infuriates me when I'm bagging groceries for someone who is so utterly absorbed in his own universe that the idea of conservation is as barbaric as cannibalism. Oh, put my meat separate. Keep the bread away from the vegetables. Shut your ugly face, bitch. And while I'm at it, you're fat because you eat too much, not because you have some kind of mutant genetic disposition. Find me a gene that dictates a person to be three hundred pounds and I'll shut my mouth. There's a woman I work with who has to be at least four hundred pounds, and you can give me all the childhood abuse emotional drivel you want, but the fact of the matter is that she ordered two entire bags full of Wendy's for dinner last night as well as an extra large Coolatta from Drunkin Donuts and she ate it along with her ice cream sundae, and please don't tell me genetics made her eat that entire pizza she ordered for dinner last summer either. Our gluttonous mindset spans across all facets of life in this country. People are too FAT and LAZY to use their god-given ability to walk and insist on driving down the street to buy an iPhone, then whine and complain that they can't afford gas. If you're too fat to fit in one seat on an airplane then you should be charged extra because your lard ass is wasting precious oil. None of this sympathy bullshit. Go on a fucking diet and stop polluting the health care system. I don't care how much of a bitch I am and I don't care about all this freedom crap either. If the people who fought for our freedom so long ago could see the obese sorry sacks of crap we've become, they would have hightailed it back to the mother country.