Don't Call Me Bipolar, Darn it... Pretty Please

I was once diagnosed as Bipolar. I can't stand the term "Bipolar"... it sounds like a person who spends half their time at the North Pole with Santa and the other half at the South Pole with the penguins. Either that or a big, white bear that goes both ways!

What I really don't like is that every kook that freaks out for no good reason Bipolar:

• He got pissed off at his ex-wife, stole her car and drove it into a Taco Bell... Bipolar!
• He took a wizz on the neighbor's rhododendrons in the middle of the day... Bipolar!
• Got naked, bought a chili dog, climbed on top of city hall and spit out chili dog on passing cars ... Bipolar!
• Make less than $20,000 a year, living in the country illegally with your same sex partner and STILL voted for George W. Bush, twice... Bi-freakin'-polar!!!

The only good news about being bipolar is that God is bipolar. Think about... Old Testament - smite the Earth, vengeance is mine, plagues, pillar of salt, etc. New Testament - peace and love, turn thy cheek, love thy brother, suffer little children, etc... Bipolar!