Pardon me if I feel like I have been drop kicked into the middle of a John Grisham novel (the early works), but that's how I feel. And I don't really have anyone else to tell because they can't deal at the fuck all. And *I* am the 'crazy' one. Huh. I think not. I think it is everyone else who is crazy. It is crazy that there is a holiday and there is nothing that can be done about an absolutely horrific abuse of civil rights until Tuesday so everyone gets their goddamn barbecue. I think it's crazy that anyone would advise me to conduct business as usual right now after learning what I have learned. I'm sorry, but only a crazy person could focus on proper custard consistency and the perfect beef roast when they know that someone they love might be being beaten and tortured at that very moment. I am not crazy, but everyone around me is. And I am goddamn sick and tired of dealing with crazy people. And from now on, I'm not even going to be polite to crazy people unless they have a badge and might help me get justice.