Happy whatever you celebrate if you celebrate anything. On one thread I’m called a lobotomized Jewish whore; on another a Jewish apologist for George Bush. Not in those words but. I freely admit to the lobotomy and the whoredom; never to the second item.
After I escaped from the asylum, I had nothing to prove my identity, nothing to show who I was, nor could I remember anything except what the asylum looked like. I don’t remember how I began waitressing at Ruby’s diner, but I made the most lousy waitress in the world. Was always spilling coffee and breaking dishes.
All I had to support me was my body so I began whoring. I was given a room above the diner, all the food I wanted to eat and all I had to do was five men a night; sometimes ten. They knew I was Jewish because I had the required star tattooed on my forehead.
Some people came into the diner one night. I took them upstairs, but before I knew what was happening, they carried me down the fire escape, and took me in a car to a real nice house. They said that I had been abused but I didn’t know what they were talking about. They say I had worked against a president and some enemies of his thought that I was really working for the president.
This was too confusing. They say that they were the president’s real enemies, and that there had been a civil war and they won. The evil president had been defeated. I’m supposed to know these people but I don’t recognize any of them. I want to go back to the diner. I like whoring. It’s the only thing I can do well.
They say that it’s a new country again, and that we’re once again free. But I don’t remember the old one, being free or not. They say we can make choices, but why would I want to? Men say nice things to me; a man once asked what made me happy but I didn’t know.
They say I can learn to read again, but I can watch TV and look at pictures. I know all about Britney and Nick, and that’s really all that’s important.
They tell me that the evil president used to have people listen to my phone calls, read my email, and stuff. He liked my voice, everybody does, so sometimes he listened to me talking to somebody who says he’s my boyfriend. They have videos showing the president doing stuff; sometimes Laura’s there, sometimes it’s just the evil president.
I don’t remember being free. Why should I want to be now? And Ruby gave me $20 a week and bought all my clothes at Walmart.
The words “lobotomy,” “Jewish,” “whore,” were used to describe me today. Somewhere else I’m considered to be an apologists for Christians, including Bush. I like most true Christians; I’m not an apologist for them. Though to call me an apologist for Bush is beyond insulting. The people who said that remind me of kibbutzers at a high stake poker game. Don’t pay, don’t play, but know all the right moves. Sure.
I decided to write a story about a lobotomized Jewish whore and a presdent. The above came out.
I, the granddaughter of a Socialist union organizer, feel that the transit union is holding us hostage. I was feeling really good for the first time in four years despite the dramatic increase in the cost of living. Christmas, holiday, whatever week, is too important to our economy. People who rely on tips have to be at work this week; stores have to be open with customers. I am not denying the MTA’s culpability; I happen to think striking for future workers is selfish at this particular point in time.
I am very disappointed in the Transit Workers Union, and the unions that are supporting them. A TRANSIT STRIKE NOW IS STUPID AND IRRESPONSIBLE
If they had to strike they could have continued negotiating until after the holidays or did some sort of stalling tactic.
It makes all the good news today seem unimportant for the second. Might not post again until next week. Really need the break. Have a very Merry Christmas, Happy Channakuah, Kawanza, and most of all, an incredible Festivus
And way to go Judge Robertson, you are up there with Fitzgerald.
You have a really cool website. Just surfed by, thought I’d tell you that you rock!
– Horace Finkle, teenage ghost
http://www.horacefinkle.blogspot.com
Please don’t take any of those names, lobotomized, whore, Jewish whore, personally, though it must be hard not to. They come from people who, lacking imagination, are clinging to the one little scrap of Truth they’ve managed to lock onto, and are threatened by people who are trying to look at the Big Picture, as you seem to be.
All a CHRISTIAN person (in certain CHRISTIAN circles) has to do is mention the Trotskyite Roots of Bush’s Neocon Philosophical Underpinnings, and she’ll be branded an anti-semite. It’s a shame that true motions of good will between Jews and Christians should be twisted by the Religious Right, isn’t it?
People who work for peace are ALWAYS having to look at and consider their place in the Big Picture. Morally acceptable compromise is part and parcel of peacemaking; stubborn provincialism is the trademark of the arrogant, and war-mongers of COURSE feel no restraint at all in using ad hominem attacks (although some peacemakers are guilty of not holding themselves back in returning in kind, WHICH RESTRAINT, Pia, you have exercised admirably today.)
Name calling is only done by people who don’t have the intellectual capability to argue rationally.
I liked the story you made out of it, a great table-turning :).
Hahahaha! Pia, food and clothes? I should go into that.
It reminds me of a joke. A man lost his job and his wife says “there’s nothing for it, I’ll have to sell my body.” The man is horrified but after a few weeks of job-searching they’re in trouble and he relents. The next morning, his wife puts on her sexiest clothes and leaves the house. That night, late, she comes back in and puts $100.02 on the table. The man gets angry and yells “It’s bad enough that you’re selling your body but I’m insulted, too! Who paid the two cents?!?!”
His wife tells him “Everybody.”
Pia, I know you know this, but sometimes we all need to be reminded: The truth scares the shit out of most people and the only way they know how to deal with their fear is to last out in anger.
It’s easier to name call than to try to figure out why someone is saying what they are saying.
I kind of like those names.
I hate when people are cruel like that. Your post was very powerful.
Michele sent me…
Nice post. Different. Made me think of Animal Farm.
PS: I’ve known girls who liked to be called many different names. But never lobotomized Jewish whore. Hmm…