I think it must be coming from the world at large.
I'm finding it hard not to be cynical about the goings-on in the Middle East. I'm finding it hard not to be cynical about rising gas and food prices, which seem to me to be largely due to price-gouging and profit-taking. I have never understood why gasoline that has been bought and paid for by the retailer must be IMMEDIATELY marked up to reflect that instant's increase in oil prices. It seems grossly unfair, and as a former fat kid who was tormented ceaselessly in the schoolyard, I know unfair. And I find it hugely depressing.
I think, though, that what put me over the edge this time was yesterday's ruling in favor of Fred Phelps and his Westboro Baptist Church by the United States Supreme Court. I do understand the legal arguments, although I am less sure of why the Court ignored completely two of the three legs of the prosecuting arguments and focused only on the Free Speech aspects of the case. I feel that Westboro's ugly protests at military funerals, claiming that our men in uniform are dying as God's punishment of the United States for its toleration of the existence of homosexuals, come under the heading of screaming "Fire!" in the proverbial crowded theater. Yes, freedom of expression is important, but not at the expense of the rights of others. Hate speech should not be covered by the Constitution. And "slippery slopes" be damned. We all know what ugly language is and we don't need fourteen pages of legal definitions to identify it.
The court should not have dismissed out of hand the subsequent cyber-harassment of the family of the slain serviceman, either.
I despair at times just because I'm a human being. This is one of those times. I guess I need to adjust my medication. Again.