Betrayals

Today is a strange day. The Republicans refused to bail out Wall Street, and made the Democrats look like the wusses far too many of them are for going along with the scheme. My Republican Representative, however, voted yes. I wasn't going to vote for him anyway.

This weekend, my friends hung out and ended up revealing a faux friend. I have a friend who enjoys pushing buttons. Evan & I figured that out years ago, and tend to take the sometimes extreme statements he puts forth with a grain of salt. Anyway, my button-pushing friend greeted the faux friend with a declaration that everyone was going to enjoy illicit substances at our gathering (with the kids upstairs no less). We're a fairly responsible group who occasionally enjoy drinking, and generally take a cab if we're going out on the town; but of course my button-pushing friend's statement was taken as gospel.

So now my friends and I have been reviled on our faux friend's blog as drug addled morons who are so irresponsible that we do drugs in front of impressionable children.

Faux friend: you know who you are. Drop dead. Don't call. Don't write. Don't show up... Ever. You're no longer welcome in my home. Thank you for showing us what your so-called friendship is worth: jack-squat.

For those who are curious--no, no illicit substances were or ever have been used in our home.

Hell, the one time I got high, it was on my own prescription and completely accidental. The instructions said to take 1-2 as needed for pain, and my headache just didn't go away with only 1. The second pill ended up being too much for me, and I have never taken a second pill for my occasional raging headaches since.

I haven't patience for morons. If you're going to take a moral high road, great. Be moral about it. Oh, and make sure you know what the f*ck you're talking about.