November 4, 2018

A repost, slightly amended tonight, originally from September 1, 2016, before this preposterous buffoon was elected to the United States presidency, and every single one of you Republicans have done nothing but commit acts of complacency under the guise of solemn embarrassment and self-preservation. Shame on you. -

If you'll forgive my descent into the vernacular, and even if you won't - once and for all, enough. Enough already. Republicans, ignorant, complacent, conservative eunuchs and lemmings -  Shut. Your fucking. Mouths.

I dare anyone who's still considering or even "on the fence" about this ridiculous party, its politicians and candidates, and its overall preposterous example of the greatness of America and the progress of mankind to justify their indefensible position. It is no longer a sufficient statement to make that one should participate in the American democratic process by voting; with ridiculous candidates like these, with every incumbent or challenging Republican candidate, every vote in his or her favor is dangerous, destructive, wasteful, and wrong. Yes, wrong.

This is not merely my own personal diatribe. Take into account everything you know and have witnessed so far. There are other choices. I used to say I don't care who you vote for, but if you insist on voting for these ridiculous candidates from this disgraceful party, you are wrong. Plain, fucking wrong. You're facilitating the continued degradation of American public policy and impairing the potential of our societal growth and, should these ridiculous campaigns succeed in achieving this ridiculous party's candidates' elections, I further dare you to hold your head high.

If you find my words this morning, indeed me, pompous, divisive, and rambling, you're welcome to find them so, just as you're welcome to support this ridiculous party. As much as I continue to value the friendships I've unworthily been granted by you all these years, it would be easier for me to abandon them than to believe you'd cast a wrong, yes, wrong vote.

There is a right way to vote. There are correct people for whom to vote. There are correct issues to support, propositions that support people, not party lines.

No, I'm not wrong.

June 9, 2015

I hurt today, like I haven't hurt in a long, long time. Nothing metaphorical, symbolic, or poetic. I mean I'm feeling thin, worn, like I'm anemic, and my feet are so sore even though I'm sitting. I can't open my eyes completely because of the surprising weight of my head, while the thoughts inside whirl and twist disorganized and sloshy. I don't want to lie down, I'm only technically sitting as I lean on my forearms at this breakfast bar, and everything tastes like salt. I've taken an ample dosage of Excedrin Migraine, my otc of choice, hoping its reliability remains proven.

I was so angry yesterday, like Hulk angry, a persona that surfaces when in defense of my children, which was the case. I feel I was right, am right, as I don't apologize for what I must do occasionally and always to protect these finest of people, even against one who should share my enthusiasm and who should display a like maturity and focus, given her position and age. Another disappointment, as I continued to hope that time and trial would encourage growth, removal of hubris, and abandonment of puerile selfishness, and I found little has changed in this person. And so to meet the intrusive, inarticulate offender came the defensive, unforgiving beast I retain and restrain until such occasions.

And so I hurt today, because I perhaps shouldn't take it so seriously, but it must be done; because words of empathy and gestures of compromise and generosity have made little or no impression and so resolve and strength must be demonstrated; because this isn't really my way - I'm not an immovable, inconsolable monster, and quite frankly am insulted at having to become one because some people almost unavoidably and predictably try to take miles when ample footage has been offered and, I'd thought, satisfactorily taken.

But for my children, I'll do everything needed, as always have, as I always will, even after they themselves are able. Though they're growing quickly, I'll bear every pain I can, that they needn't. The creature inside me is born of love, brought by devotion.