For Your Consideration: Vitriolicus
The new year is rapidly approaching and, for this woman, it’s not rapid enough. 2013 was just ghastly and I’ll be happy to see its portly rump getting hit by the door on its way out. My circle of associates and I have seen enough tragedy and loss in the last 12 months to tide us over for another decade. Here’s hoping that ’14 brings the happy.
But we’re not quite there yet. No, there’s still a few more grueling days in that slack spot between Christmas and New Year’s Eve. I propose we fill that week with a new celebration called Vitriolicus. It’s the time to vent our frustrations, angers and vexations so we don’t carry them into the new year. Seriously, all those things just weigh us down, they pollute our minds and keep us in bondage. Too many people never allow for righteous fits of temper and they suffer for it, everyone in their orbit suffers for it.
Let’s clear the decks, clean out the closets and toss out all the gunk shoved beneath the car seats. Let’s get vitriolic and unapologetic, if it’s an official holiday, you get a free pass. From December 26 – 30, we say all those things we’ve been suppressing. All the rage and fear, all the confusion and disgust. Let’s get it all out in the healthiest and safest way, with our words. Vitriolicus isn’t for angry actions, there are plenty of those all year long. But words can set us free and speaking freely is cheaper than psychotherapy.
Trust me on that last part, it is much, MUCH cheaper.
I realize that today is the 30th of December and this proposal is quite late in the game. However, it’s not yet too late to get vitriolic, so here goes…
I’m completely pissed off with America, Americans and the American government. What does it take for you people to wake up? Our lifestyle, the very fabric of our society, is unraveling before our eyes and yet everyone pretends they can’t see. We’re so busy denouncing and decrying every segment of the population that doesn’t agree with ours that we can barely be civil to one another. We accept that our schools are churning out illiterates and imbeciles at an alarming rate. The middle class is disappearing and that middle class is the only thing keeping this lot of rabble rousers together. The newest iPhone or biggest car is not an all consuming goal, they are just things and the hunger for more things will be our undoing. Our law-makers and politicians are beyond obvious about their corruptible natures and we do nothing as the very earth beneath our feet is sold off to frackers. We have to stop pretending that everything will work out if we just work harder at our jobs or throw more barbecues or buy more inflatable reindeer for the front lawn. We need to stop being consumers and start being producers.
Poverty porn is really setting me off lately. How is it that the guy always begging for money to feed hungry kids on TV is getting fatter? What the hell? I say he spends most of his time at charity lunches gathering enough funds to make more commercials to siphon off money from decent folk. And eating, apparently. Howzabout he just uses the money spent on all those charity lunches to feed those kids he’s haranguing us about. Oh, and while I’m on the topic, if Susan Sarandon got off her high pony and took a walk around America, she might find plenty of hungry kids here too. I’m not saying to close our hearts to suffering around the world, but I would appreciate fatcats with over-privileged lives not pontificating with such pretension. If you have a problem with it, Susie Q, retire from acting and go take care of business. My donations stay at home, where I live, with the food bank and SPCA.
You know what else irritates me? People who wear eyeglass frames with no lenses. You do know it makes you look like a poser, right? Are those fake lenses just too heavy of a burden to bear? What will be next? Fashion canes for those without limps or putting a cast on a limb that’s not broken, so you’ll look cool? Over accessorizing is a national blight, because yeah, coordinating pencils and erasers will make you a happier person. I saw designer chef’s knives recently, the blades had a zebra print. One young lady sported purple zebra striped knives. It’s a knife, it cuts food, IT’S A TOOL – just like the person who purchased it.
Well, I feel better now. Happy Vitriolicus!
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