At times like this I have to say that Don Henley has it right:
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little (butt)
Get over it
Get over it
All this...(complainin') and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
With apologies to Mr. Henley, I cleaned up the language a bit for 4ConservativeJustices.
This coming from a California Peyote-Smoking freak.
(Yea, I like the Eagles too, but face it, they were freaks!)
< stainlessbanner shakes head >