God Grant Me the Serenity ...

I'm supposed to be able to let go of the things I can't control. That's the enlightened way, is it not?

I guess I really can't control the stupidity of others and their inability to think, plan or take any repsonsibility for how their actions might effect those around them.

But wait. Maybe I can control these people. I could shoot them, or better yet, have them shot. Perhaps just have them poisoned. I could light black candles. I could steal strands of their skanky, Super-Cut hair and make little voodoo dolls; which I could repeatedly jab with pins.

Hmm, maybe the thing I should be letting go of is the ill-conceived notion that it's better to use my powers for good.