Poop!

Groups of people make me unhappy. I don't mean being in a group and feeling claustrophobic. I also don't mean being part of a group as in a member; that feels great. What I'm talking about is seeing groups of people from their outside. It's a us vs. them (him) kinda thing. Groups obviously look out for their own do they not? Afterall, what were all those fights on the playgroud about shouting words like "My dad could kick your dad's ass!!" Families are groups aren't they? Am I saying I have a problem with families now?! Maybe I am; depending on which family we're talking about! Whether it's a family, a religious group, a race or an age group I think groups stink most of the time. In order to get any group of people to call themselves a group they must all have something in common. I find that this common bond all too often serves to mitigate the individual while naturally it draws everyone else together. Group psychology is a whole study unto itself which I do not have a degree in so I might end this rant soon. The point is that teams and what have you are vessels of special interests that are bigger than any individual along for the ride. As a result, I don't like to play on a team unless we are the undefeated champion AND I love every member of my team as a brother or sister. Unfortunately, these conditions I have for the ideal team are rarely met. As a result I find myself isolated and alone much of the time. Not because I want to be alone but because I can't find a team.

So I admit, I'm waiting on the edge of my seat to hear the Michael Jackson verdict. I'm sure all the news agencies have written their performed response for either unfolding scenario. I'm curious what they'll say if he's found innocent. I'm curious what they'll say if he's found guilty. And I'm also curious what they would've said once we find out the verdict and the news agencies have gone ahead and delivered their pre-packaged and stamped declaration regarding this circus of sorts.

To tell you the truth, I was hoping they'd put Jackson in one of those CA prisons and just watch the stop watch until he killed himself. Unfortunately, they plan to let him spend his entire sentence in his own private quarters; free from the anal penetrations so willingly available on just the other side of one or more of his soon-to-be concrete walls. I was hoping the same for that Scott Peterson too. But instead these animals sit quietly with a book in their own little cell waiting for time to speed up or stop, one or the other.

Death to the sickos!!!!