It’s not that I’m an angry person per se.

It’s just that sometimes you feel a rant coming on and there’s really nothing you can really do about it.

It starts like this:

I was watching TV. I about four seconds flat I went from postprandial coma to full on blazing working class hero indignation. The show was one of those innocuous lifestyle programs following a day in the life of some duchess or other as she traipsed around her house (i.e. big assed manor) and grounds ordering the servants about. In my heart of hearts I know this is all good and fine and she is probably a nice lady and all that – but WHAT THE ???

And, because I have the kind of mind that likes to poke things with a stick, I suddenly become aware of my own red hot anger and the distinct feeling that had this been in revolutionary times I would have been up there with torch and pitchfork ready to loot, pillage and behead – and I ask myself: “Now, why is that?”

The reasons are actually quite simple.

Why do we spend so much time watching programs about food we will never cook, clothes we cannot wear and lifestyles we can never afford?

Why is our wanton desire for more than we need the subject of prime time TV?

And like the stupid asses we are we watch the duchess clip-clop about on gleaming parquet floors complaining that there are scuff marks on the newly painted walls from where the movers bumped the furniture the last time they had to shift it to accommodate the two hundred or so guests at the last dinner party.

This passes for entertainment? All things considered I’d rather watch rednecks wrestling in Jell-O to win money.

That, in short is the reason Ranting Out Loud exists. Be warned: Here be Dragons. And I will sit at the end of the river like Kurtz, just waiting for Marlow. And while I do that I intend to play with the bunnies. If you have any clue as to what I am on about please come visit and don’t be afraid to let your voice be heard.

ROL