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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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10:25 a.m. - 2004-07-29
Seems there’s an imperative going out over the cosmic consciousness. A directive to shop. Everybody has shopped, is shopping, or will be shopping at any moment. Put me in this last group. At least I hope to be shopping today, I’ve only been awake for half an hour and the bod hasn’t let me know if we’re a go yet. I have time to get functional, my jeans are sloshing around in the washer as I type this. I picked the first tomato yesterday! And the first chili pepper. I can’t brag on the jalapenos, the plant has gone bonkers. I happened on the most prolific jalapeno plant in the whole world and the 2 dozen peppers so far are less a testament to my skill as a gardener than my luck as a shopper. Hey! Look at that! We’re back to shopping. Nothing very sexy or fun on the list today, a battery for Mike’s laser thermometer, new light bulbs for the stove hood, new heads for the toothbrushes. There’s a few other things, but all are the rickety-rackety stuffs which only the keeper of the hearth remembers to buy. I know I should be flattered over how ‘necessary’ I am, but I can hardly get biggety because I know where and when to score Jet-Dry and baking soda. Domestic Goddess, my butt. Just as a goof I wore my 80’s denim jacket Tuesday night. It was a lovely 60 degrees when we set off to see The Bourne Supremacy. Pouring down rain too, so I couldn’t wear the fantabulous suede jacket sent to me by this fellow fashionista and all around nice person. I found it amusing that several people who’d been walking behind us sped up to pass us so they could see who was wearing the gaudy jacket with the peace sign and ‘Live Free or Die’ embroidered on the back. On the subject of things patriotic, I find myself in the absurd position of battling against hope. I watched Howard Dean’s convention speech on CSPAN the other night and ended up in tears. I nodded and nodded. His words went straight into my scarred and bitter heart. I am tired of the divisiveness. I am tired of the constant accusations by Radical Right extremists who, like the Taliban, claim anyone not on their team is an infidel and low-life scum. I’m DAMN tired of apologizing for being a Democrat. I am not an evil person nor am I un-American. The things I want for our country and from our government are honorable and decent. But I also do not WANT to believe. Not in anyone. Not my party’s leadership. Not John Edwards. Not John Kerry. Not even Howard Dean. I don’t want to believe them. My faith is shattered. The GOP isn’t entirely to blame. Some I lay at Clinton’s feet for not standing up to the assassins and witch hunters and telling them to bugger off. His private life wasn’t any of their goddamn business. If he was the first president to get a blow-job from a pretty girl I’ll eat a hat. And Clinton should have told them to mind their own beeswax, run the government as they were hired to do, and an investigation into the curve of the Presidential Penis was out of bounds. Perhaps if the FBI had been allowed to track terrorists instead of hunting down Arkansas bimbos Sept 11th might just be a regular day. Isn’t that funny how that never comes up? Somehow a cum stain on a Gap dress just doesn’t seem worth 3000+ American lives to me. But please remember I’m a liberal douchebag who wants the gates of the prisons thrown open, Devil worshipping supplies to be tax deductible, and kindergarteners schooled in lap dancing and hosting successful Crisco parties. (*snort*) The inmates have been running the asylum for quite a while now and things have gone so horribly awry that I refuse to trust anyone in politics. My vote isn’t worth a fart in a hurricane. A million people stood in protest on Bush’s front lawn and the ‘impartial’ and ‘apolitical’ news media ignored it. The ‘leadership’ of our country is actually wanting to amend the Constitution sanctifying religious doctrine over the rights of citizens. I mean, c’mon! Bush’s solution to wildfires is to cut down all the trees! How crazy has it gotten? So Dean and Kerry and smiling John Edwards get on the mike and talk about healing. They talk about wresting control of America’s soul away from the haters and reaffirming our nation as a place of true freedom. They speak of fixing the fractured relationship the US has with the rest of the world and bringing us out from futile isolationism and pre-emptive war. They speak of affordable heath care and real tax reform that does more than help a few rich guys. They speak of pumping real money into our schools. They speak of Hope. I do not want to believe them. I have been too sad and too hurt for too too long. I’m better off thinking about light bulbs. ~LA
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