I have probably plugged Cranky more than I have anybody else. That’s because I’m madly in love with him and intent on breaking up his marriage. No, Cranky and Tammy, who I will be talking about in future posts, were the first two people I became friendly with on the Internet. Cranky and I were two of the founding members of Bring it on! I’m very proud of it.
Cranky’s a very rare person; bright, compassionate, and can use both words and images like few people can even imagine. Please watch the video I linked to, and is a CLP Production. It’s not easily forgettable. I will be linking to the video frequently
At Bring it on! on Friday’s we have guest authors. I almost forced JC of Further Ironies to write about her experiences; no she willingly wrote. JC, as many of you know, has two sons; one is in Iraq and one was safe in the South,or so she thought until two weeks ago.
Please read her post; it’s haunting. JC’s amazing. I feel proud to know her and to call her my friend. So read it!
I wrote four paragraphs without really talking about me? That’s a first. Have to change that.
Almost four years ago to the day my city was attacked. I felt as if I had wondered into the midst of a made for TV movie on terrorism. The past two weeks have felt as if I have been watching a made for TV natural disaster film.
I am angry; very angry. Truthfully my anger returned full force in June when Karl Rove made his very uncalled for remark about liberals wanting therapy for the terrorists. You know the easiest way to repay the national debt? Capture Bin Laden and have an auction where rich liberals could bid to kill him, and take everybody’s money. People would be lining up to do that
During 9/11 we learned that concrete things were needed first: food, supplies–all the stores had lists. I was going to go into a whole what you can do and when you can do it kind of thing, but hell if I know. This is so much worse.
Many blogs tell people not to be angry or to cast blame. Republicans have been casting blame since the day Bill Clinton was first elected president.
I have spent my life being the person who tries to make everybody get along. I’m comfortable with that role.
Understand that I love the USA very much. I wouldn’t be so angry if it were a casual affair.
I can’t write about Bush and Katrina anymore; at least not here or now. I thought that this year the anniversary and the month that follows it would be easier; thought I had it under control.
The only way that I will be able to control it is by writing about other things so expect fierce productivity. I need to write me up a storm and forget that there is a larger world for the next six or eight weeks. Then I will be able to focus on other things and volunteer.
But for now; it’s back to my life in the ’70’s and ’80’s when the world really was a simpler place.