Joy cometh in the Blogging

My blood feels like its boiling. In fact, in the past few years, and particularly while in law school, this seething discomfort occurs fairly often, it's increasing, i believe, and it is driving me fucking crazy. Statements regarding (wrong) positions on guns, anti-choice, anti-gay, anti-woman, or any minute allusion to the aforementioned get me so riled, I quite literally lose control.
If I consider raising my hand in class to assert an alternate view, my heart beats so fast I feel raising my hand may be the last thing I do, and since I’d much rather have that be eating cake or meeting Martin Sheen, I quickly lower the offending limb. The physical manifestations spread, making my face turn red, my hands and voice shake, and my cutting remarks come more quickly, yet unfortunately much less creatively, than they ought.
For example→
Today I wrote “Justice Scalia is a prat” in the margin of my con law text book. Typically I would not support graffiting one's disparagement of the Supreme Court, who I revere. In fact, much as I stumble, I'd like to refer to members of high office by their title (which i did here, by habit i suppose) and with the respect that such an office deserves, no matter who they are, or if they are destroying the meaning of freedom (yeah, didn't manage the respect so much).
I couldn’t help it. (you believe me right?) This is a medical condition! I just had to release some of the effervescent indignation building from reading a Texas case which provided some sort of hick-decoder ring for the 2nd amendment and discovered the inalienable right to shoot people (the right to shoot animals and 3/5 of people is a given). This, combined with the forboding awareness that the Supreme Court has recently affirmed this view, and passed out guns at a recent meeting of the 5 families in D.C.--ugh, I couldn't even finish the chapter.
So I resorted to more cheerful endeavors. However, this despoiling of a $170 text, in addition to the smoking of one cigarette, reading of 3 chapters of Persuasion, and eating an entire bag of ranch flavored mini rice cakes, (rendering them less healthy, perhaps?), did not distract my mind or buoy my spirits. Therefore, I return, fair reader, overcoming my blogger’s block once and for all, to divert myself from this god awful feeling. It seems my only recourse is to amuse myself by returning to vox populi and investing a considerable amount of time pondering the workings of the best faux white house there ever was. I had resolved to be a better student this year, but i think its plain that's already gone to shit, sooo...
Let the writing begin!

Nobody say gun, or I won’t be able to type.