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.