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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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9:49 a.m. - 2004-05-17
Sometimes I think it would be kind of fun to be a Conservative. No, really. Just think! I could go around hating anyone I wanted to and tell the folks I hate that they deserve to be hated because I don’t like the way they live. I could bludgeon everyone in my path with a Bible and cover myself in glory about my ‘goodness’ and ‘piety’. I could push for the exclusion of thought and laugh in science’s face. I could try and pass legislation to make everyone do things MY way. I could blow off niceties like Freedom and the Constitution and smugly be sure I knew the ONLY way for people to love, worship, play music, write books, and raise their kids. I could get on the radio and use funny words like Fem-nazi and Militant Homo. I could sneer and pout in public and drive hundreds of miles to go spit on someone I’ve never met and don’t know anything about except they want to do something I don’t want them to do. I could whine about how my way of life was threatened even though no one was at my door with a gun. I could blame the poor and uneducated for their ‘sins’ and claim they are the cause of anything from high taxes to sun spot activity. Damn this stupid liberality of mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The above is courtesy of an early morning rage at the hate swirling around in Massachusetts right now as those uppity gay people prepare themselves for marriage. The Bossy Know-It-Alls are readying their rocks, rotten eggs, and vitriol to go pound the ever lovin’ crap out of homosexuals who have the audacity to want to live their lives openly and honestly. Elliot Spitzer is no big friend of mine, though I do like him a bit more now that he’s given up the Shatner toupee, but this morning I could give him and his uni-brow a big sloppy kiss. Why? Because the State Attorney General said New York will recognize the Massachusetts marriages. ALL of them. Hot damn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From the political to the personal. Alex needs some practice behind the wheel. Not much opportunity to drive up there on campus and my kid is rusty. So today I’m making him cart my butt around to every nursery and garden center in the county. I need flowers and I need them NOW. Last year, (my rookie year for those of you keeping track at home) I went with nearly indestructible annuals like geraniums. White or red flowers only. Kept things simple and color coordinated. I was an untried gardener whose few previous attempts were total disasters. This year I’m cocky. Those geraniums thrived last year. So did the tomatoes and peppers. I had an MVP season right out of the minors. I’m going to buy plants just because they’re pretty. I’m going to buy flowers in every color and turn my garden into a horticultural crazy quilt. Dahlias, impatiens, petunias in the hanging baskets, nifty rows of marigolds and astibe, four o’clocks, bachelor’s buttons, any old thing I want to. Now we’ll see if my green thumb is as green as I think it is. Happy Monday from, ~ LA the Mad Gardener Today’s Pick: “Woodstock” by Crosby Stills Nash and Young ‘We are stardust, we are golden. And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.’
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