Funny, but perhaps for a sad reason.
Birthers:
http://www.esquire.com/the-side/richardson-report/obama-birthers-movement-part-one-080409 Basically, there's a group of politically and/or socially conservative people who don't think President Obama was born in this country. It's a long story, but the short version is that basically these people are pussies and can't admit that they don't like Obama and which he weren't presdient, and that is absolutely the root of this nonsense. They have to make up some reason why he actually shouldn't be or isn't righted to be president.
Moreover, unable to admit how much this is all fueled by xenophobia.
Based on this psuedo-controversy, I saw something hilarious at a forum I lurk at:
Also, I have a void. I don't mean to get all goth poetry on your asses, but I fall into a rut when I don't have a job. I think this is normal, maybe moreso for men than women. But, in my case I feel like... I dunno. There's this big vacant lot of emotion (horrible metaphor) just taking up space. There's this big gap that should be filled with something, but is filled with nothing. But, because up until a few days ago I had 12 hours of my day dedicated to work in one way or another (1.5 hour commute each way, +8 hours at work, +1 hour lunch break, where I was still at work), it was a welcome distraction to the many things which are actually wrong with me.
So I'm not so much mourning the loss of my job, and believe me I do miss some of the people I used to work with as well as my old routine...it's more that I have no barrier. I am now to either confront my issues about things and my emptiness, or I'll try to ignore them and fall into another terrible funk. And the latter carries a strong force of habit.