Team Blue is the name of my next band.

Just kidding. I don’t have a band. I can’t play any instruments, and my singing is questionable at best.

So then, NO.

Team Blue is NOT the name of my next band.

Team Blue is the name of my new Triberr Tribe.

Not that I’m a huge fan of the color blue in particular. I much prefer pink, as I’m sure you’re aware, with a splash of glitter and unicorn tears.

But the Democrats chose blue, so blue is what we’re stuck with.

We can work with this, you guys. Blue ain’t so bad.

Why a new Tribe?

Fair question.  One is enough to drive me bonkers.

Or, would be, if I worried over stats, which clearly I do not.

Still.  Particularly given my stance on non-sharing of bullshit material {my apologies if you are the author of such posts}, why on earth would I start up a SECOND tribe?

Team Blue clearly needs some help.

Here’s the thing. Team Red is, like, really obnoxious, you guys.

They yell, they scream, they get nasty.

They accuse, they call names, they confuse the issues at hand, they argue illogically, and they straight-up lie.

They cheat, steal, and then mix it all up with some crazy “God bless you” thrown into the mix just to further distort things.

They are mean.

They are hurtful.

I do not like them.

But seriously, what brought THIS on?

Well, the government shut-down. It’s stupid. The whole thing is just dumb.

I “get” that there are other issues beyond the healthcare bill, but ultimately, NO – there aren’t other issues beyond the healthcare bill.

Team Red keeps saying shit like, “This is all Obama’s fault!” –or, “If only Obama would compromise!” –or, “Democrats want something for nothing!” –or, “Damn Liberals!”

And then my brain exploded.

Seriously. This last week I’ve been in turmoil, sleeping too much, overwrought from the horrendous situation Congress has moved us into.

I can’t take this anymore. I can’t do it. I can’t sit idly by and watch the mess created by Team Red get blamed on Team Blue. It’s entirely too idiotic.

That’s what I told my hubz.

We were having one of those back porch discussions I’ve told you about – the ones where we solve all the world’s problems and do personality profiles of our friends and neighbors and count stars and smoke and wax romantic.

And it came down to this:

We need to do something.

So we came inside and watched a Michael Moore film. I was kind of against this plan, because, whereas I do love his documentaries, I am usually left feeling hopeless and like maybe I should give up and move to Canada or France.

But my hubz was all, “It’ll motivate us into action!”

He was right-ish.

I still felt depressed afterward, but also a large dose of angry. Because we watched FAHRENHEIT 9/11. Which obviously happened like five-hundred years ago, given that we only just had its anniversary.

Okay, I exaggerate. It was “only” twelve years ago.

Wait.

What?

TWELVE YEARS.

And we are still enmeshed in all that Middle East bullshit sandy mess.

Fucking Bush.

Yeah, that got me riled.

But my hubz and I were like, “What can we do? We’re too poor to move to Canada or France.”

So we decided, instead, to start a club. An online one, because I don’t handle social gatherings very well. Something about hiding under my desk seems off-putting to some people. I call those people a-holes, but whatever.

So Team Blue.

It’s not only my new Tribe. It’s our new club. It’s our way of gathering people together, to shout about a particular given topic, to join in unity, to give voice and hence maybe a bit of power to our frustrations.

We’re going to pick a difference topic to rant about each week. The point of the rant is:

• (a) to vent our spleens on how much shit sucks
• (b) to maybe do some crowd-mind-map thinking out loud sort of thing
• (c) to educate a really, really ignorant audience

Not that I’m calling *YOU* personally ignorant {unless you ARE ignorant, in which case, okay, yes, I am}.

I’m calling ignorant those who only spew what they heard from one particular source which, if it’s Fox News, is obviously worthless.

I’m guilty.

I won’t lie. I don’t know shit about Syria except that one day everyone on the Twitters was all talkie-talkie about it, and then statuses on Facebook started being all:

[War = YES]

…or…

[War = NO]

…and it was all opposite of expected parties, except for some who were like,

“Wait, what?”

No, that was only me. Never mind.

I don’t know where Syria is on a map.

I’m an ignorant a-hole. It’s in the Middle East somewhere over in that dessert-ish area where all the people are angry at Americans except for the ones who are NOT angry at Americans depending upon which camera is rolling in which face.

So. I’m not just yelling at you fuckers out there.

I’m yelling at myself, too. I should know about these things.

We all should. We should care. We should be up in arms – in one direction or another – because we’ve talked about what’s happening in the world, and how America fits into all that.

You can’t be mad about Women’s Rights – or mad about how Women should maybe stay in the fucking kitchen – unless you know what both sides of the argument are.

Hint: I ain’t cooking for you, bro.

Team Blue.

We are going to do this thing. I hope some of you like this plan and decide to join me. You don’t have to ONLY write about Blue-ish things. But if you get all up in my Team Blue tribe, you’ll commit to writing ONE Blue-ish thing per week.

I know. Commitment. *ugh*… but it beats the alternative.

The alternative means that we stay dumb.

And we stay beaten. And we stay lazy. I’m done with that shit.

Come here with me.

Let’s find Syria on a goddamn map and understand why we should or shouldn’t bomb the fuck out of it.

Let’s discuss why women should be allowed to NOT get raped by probes if they want an abortion.

Let’s learn all about how racism still does, in fact, exist, even if you can’t see it from your white-bread little suburban neighborhood.

Remove thy picket fence.

Come out here. Get with me.

Go Team Blue!