Yesterday it finally hit me that our country is going to be very different in the next couple of months. I’m seriously thinking of volunteering someplace where people are being resettled. Just typing that makes me tear up. But I’m not 25; I have responsbilities and plans for the fall that have been booked since last fall.
That sounds trite; how can I think of myself and my final two oral surgeries at a time like this? Because life is supposed to go on. And maybe me and my computer can help also. We can’t put our trust in this government–and if you want to dispute me, go somewhere else, because I do bite–and am really not in the mood.
And how do I know that I will be able to afford it in six months? All my careful saving, and everything will change drastically because we have a government that puts its own interests above ours. While I might be a person who has; I now understand why my mother was always waiting for the next depression. We finally convinced her that it had been over for some time in the late 1980’s. Now I understand her mentality.
Yesterday in another thread in another blog, I told a Christian Canadian who had said, on Tuesday or Wednesday, that America isn’t the center of the earth, and the hurricane wasn’t important, basically to go fug himself. For some reason I had assumed that Canada was a more civilized society, but radical right people are the same everywhere; misguided and stupidly superior. Fortunately their days of being morally superior are so over.
And I’m glad that my parents are dead. My father was a true compassionate conservative who would have died watching his beloved Republican party become a parody of a party; my mother was radical, though few people knew that, and a conspiracy theorist who would have had all her worst fears confirmed. I’m not really glad that they are dead, but if I can fool myself into thinking that I can think anything,
Yesterday I had myself one heck of a pity party; then I saw fave niece who made me feel so great. Thanks niece; I owe you big time. We went to see a newly discovered cousin who owns a totally hot restaurant that as fave sis pointed out is exactly my style.
When I came home I began to think about truly irrelevant things such as my name. When I was born, babies who were “put up for adoption,” through an agency, had to live in a foster home for three to four months. Doesn’t that expression sound like we’re dogs? I had another name for four months. I don’t think most infants understand that they have a name seperate from the sounds that they hear until they’re about five or six months old. I had never thought about this before, and found that to be very strange. I was almost angry at myself for not thinking about this at some point in my life.
I was sublimating my fears and thoughts because I’m sick of answering comments from idiots who tell me that I made this into a partisan issue. As I said I don’t have that power, and this is a partisan issue. President Clinton, the best president of the 20th century, would have never let this get this far. But President Clinton was never given a chance as the repubcons were out to get him from the beginning of his presidency. And they have the nerve to tell us we’re partisan? Among many other things that I won’t repeat here.
I found out that my heart isn’t big enough to forgive a person who told me that the hurricane wasn’t a big thing. Excuse me for realizing on Tuesday the immensity of this thing and how screwed up everything was going to be from now on. Though how big it was and how much life has changed for so many people is still beyond my level of understanding.
I need to get back into a storytelling mode. Zachary was from New Orleans and he told the worst stories about it. I mean that literally. He could write great songs but couldn’t tell a story to save his life. He repeated words over and over again. I didn’t know the reason for that until this year. Sorry Zachary for never asking why. Maybe I did and he didn’t answer. No I tend not to ask that type of question even to the people I’m closest too. Something about letting people tell me what they want to when they want to.
Yesterday I was told that I didn’t know what a metaphor was. This from a blogger who wouldn’t know one if it fell on his face. It was funny because his example and definition were so far off the mark that if I had been in a better mood I would really played off it.
I will no longer entertain questions that have nothing to do with the post or the ensuing conversation if it’s intelligent. If not, I will cut the person off so fast they won’t know what hit them. That’s a promise. And a threat.
I’m finding the radical right to be boring, stupid and not worthy opponents. They can’t blame the hurricane or the lack of response on us, so they tell us we’re making this into a partisan issue. I do have one last thing to say:
RESIGN BUSH BEFORE YOU’RE IMPEACHED.
Even Richard Milhous Nixon knew when he was defeated.