Man, all this raging is wearing me out.

I have to say, as for the T-raging, it’s really a matter of principle for me more than anything, because, lately at least, I haven’t been taking the T at all when I can ride my bike. And, as I’ve said, the benefits of biking extend well beyond health and beauty. It is actually quicker from where I live to where I’m bound. And of course, it’s cheaper. And, yes, even four or five bucks a day matters to me. I mean, that’s a burrito at El Pelon. Which tastes a lot better than the T.

I tell ya, there’s a lot that’s been getting on my nerves lately, and this ridiculous fare increase is just sort of the cherry on top.

Other things high up on my bullshit list this week:

● The city council voting itself and the mayor a 17% pay raise after six minutes of debate and with no roll call vote.

● This whole new Big Dig scandal. The Globe reports: “Six managers from Aggregate Industries NE Inc. were indicted in federal court on charges of running a conspiracy that delivered 5,000 truckloads of tainted concrete — 1.2 percent of the concrete used on the entire project — to the Big Dig over nine years. The managers used a web of falsified documents to cover up their ploy, federal prosecutors said.”

● A million bucks in theft of state-owned property over the past two years according to the state auditor, reports WHDH-TV.

● Believe it or not, this Kaavya Viswanathan plagiarism thing, because it exposes once again, not only the cynicism of the publishing industry, but the breathtaking cynicism and hypocrisy of Harvard and the whole Ivy League game. And there’s something about little Kaavya, whose parents paid IvyWise, an agency that specializes in getting “borderline students” into ivy league schools, twenty grand to get her into Harvard in the first place. And then it turns out she needed help even to plagiarize other people’s work! 17th Street Productions, the Morris Agency, Little, Brown, and Mama and Papa Viswanathan all kicked in to “shape” the novel. It was a team effort.

● Tom Cruise.

● Patrick Kennedy, an alcoholic and prescription drug addict, who abuses his privileges? A Kennedy? You’re kidding! It’s shocking! I mean, come on. Is this news?

Whatever. I’m going out tonight and drinking some more margaritas (I had two at lunch already), and I recommend everyone out there do the same.

Happy Cinco de Mayo! (I’m doing my coochie-coochie-coochie Charo immitation right now.)