I am really pissed off today. I’m not depressed or anything, though the cold and rain isn’t helping.
I just feel like a bit of violence.
I know all about depression.
Anyone who has worked in a semi-state organisation like RTE will know all about depression.
Depression is when the Black Crow sits on your shoulder, and the world is a dark and irrelevant place. You sink into a swamp of apathy, and you haven’t the mental energy to see outside your own misery.
It is a dark and a horrible place.
No. I’m not depressed.
I just want to kick someone in the nuts.
I crave the pleasure of forcing an SUV into the ditch.
I want to see Sarah Palin locked into a room with forty sex starved Alaskan oil workers. [Let her talk her way out of that one]
I want to see Mary Harney become a victim of our wonderful health service.
I crave blood.
I desire mayhem.
I lust for a bus load of tourists and a stinger missile.
Today is a day for inflicting merciless pain on the first person to call to the Manor.
God help the postman.